Thoroughly appreciating, after my varied apprenticeship, the capabilities I possessed, and the magnetism I exerted upon the opposite sex, I turned with enhanced zest to new conquests. The satisfaction I experienced in robbing Lottie of her virtue made me keen for fresh maidenheads. It is true a mature recess was better suited to the size of my machine, but there is always a sharper sense of enjoyment in battering down a girl's modesty, and feeling her squirm as you ruthlessly tear up her virgin soil. But above all I was not enamoured of sowing my seed in stony ground, and desired to see some result for my labours. Although quite willing to oblige my charming friends I always felt that I would sooner fuck a woman whom I could make a mother than one who feared to hold her womb well up to my prick.
Of this description was the heroine of an agreeable rencontre that I was shortly favoured with. I was standing in a doorway one evening looking at a fire in progress on the opposite side of the street when I was joined by a young woman who entered into conversation without the least shyness. She was not tall, but square-shouldered and thick-set, and possessed a remarkably wide mouth-sure sign some authorities hold of a big twat-though I believe the foot is considered by others to be a more reliable indication. She was well dressed, and might have been a young matron from her general appearance.
Our talk became quite friendly, and the more we chatted the more that mouth fascinated me. I could not help wondering how it would look with my prick sticking in the middle of it. I thought of Mrs. Aintree sucking the two boy's tools together, and imagined this girl gobbling two of the size of my own with ease. She was a comfortable-looking wench, and the broad belly betokened a good breeder. The girl struck me as one of the sort who would tumble in at the first stroke of a prick-one of those women that a man has only to squint at to get her in the family way. But her eye was calm and steady-only the mouth gave a hint of lively entertainment to be found lower down.
I could not help testing her with some risky remarks. She took no offence and replied in the same tone. Growing venturesome I looked round to see no one was observing us. We were in the shadow-the fire was dying down. I ventured my hand to the parting of the thighs and groped her. I was staggered. Never before had I come across a woman with such a motte. It stood out, hard and resistant, as big as a titter's breast. I couldn't help ejaculating.
-What a motte!
-What's that? she said.
-What you have here.
-Isn't it the same as other girls'?
-As other girls'! I repeated scornfully: I should think not. Hasn't any fellow ever told you that yet?
-No fellow has done what you're doing.
Meeting no resistance I was squeezing and exploring the startling pubes, and trying to follow the crack through her clothes.
-Get along! (still more scornfully). Do you mean to tell me you've never been fucked?
I thought now she was merely a better-class prostitute, trying to kid me on.
-No, (most serenely) I've never been fucked (emphasis on the "fucked") but I think I shall be to-night. I didn't when I came out.
Needless to say my prick, ever on the alert, was as stiff as a brick. I leaned into the shade and mugged her amorously. She responded warmly and I put my tongue in. That startled her and sent a quiver through her frame, followed by more as I pressed her hand onto the formidable obstruction presented by my penis. As soon as she got breath she said, repaying my courtesy in kind.
-I ought to make the same remark about your prick as you did about my-what did you call it?-motte, oughtn't I? Only I needn't ask, I'll bet whether any girl has ever told you that yet. I didn't think men were like this (squeezing my cock caressingly). However I like you; you please me and the long and the short of it is you can ascertain for yourself whether I have been fucked or not, and as my anatomy seems to interest you, perhaps you will oblige me by inspecting it, and describing wherein I differ from other girls.
-Well, you are either a very bold hussy, or a very amorous young woman.
-Neither. Take me somewhere and I will explain.
I called a cab and drove to a house I knew of whose vocation it was to shelter fleeting lovers. On the way the girl told me her name was Clara Bridge, the child of fairly well-to-do parents, who persisted against her will in forcing her to marry an old man for whom she had contracted a positive aversion. She had protested and stormed in vain, and as a last resort had threatened her intended husband that she would betray him with the first lover who offered, if he insisted on marrying her. He was, however, infatuated with Clara ("cunt-struck" I put in parenthetically, at which my inamorata chuckled), and merely laughed, saying he would risk it. Then she vowed he shouldn't have her maidenhead, that she would give it to someone else first. The old fellow retorted that he didn't believe she had the pluck, and anyhow he didn't care.
-So, concluded Clara: I am to be married in a month, and for some days I've been trying to screw my courage up to take the plunge. I preferred a complete stranger to one of the young men I know, and have seen several I liked the look of. When it came, however, to the point I recoiled, and was beginning to wonder if old Darnach was right when I saw you. I thought such a handsome boy would take pity on a poor girl's distress, and (with a jaunty air) here we are!
-My prick was out, and she was fondling it curiously, also my bollocks, which she fingered with evident interest and pleasure. Once again she commented on the size of my jock, and expressed a hope it would not prove too big to effect her business for her.
-What! I could not help exclaiming: with a mouth like that!
Clara demanded what her mouth had got to do with it.
-Don't you know a girl's mouth is an index to the size of her cunt? If it holds good in your case you needn't be afraid, for I'll wager however small your puntz is now it'll stretch to any dimension that is required.
-No, I didn't know, but I'm glad to hear it. And mind, Harry, you do me over thoroughly. Don't leave a shred of maidenhead about me for that old beast.
-I'll fuck you all over, I responded heartily, from your mouth to your bottom, and there shan't be an inch of virgin flesh left for your husband.
I meant it literally, but Clara took it figuratively, and clapping her hands said,
-Good, good! We will have a splendid time.
-And not a short time, either, (another expression of which she didn't understand the hidden meaning).
Having arrived the always thrilling joy of undressing an unfucked girl began. Clara had thick firm thighs, and a remarkably solid arse, as hard almost as my own (I generally prefer a soft backside in a girl). The lump of a motte took both my hands to hold it, and I found it covered with a regular mop of hair. In the crevice below was a correspondingly thick but not long clitoris. The undressing was not accomplished without a number of little shiverings and hesitations, not unnatural under the circumstances, but presently we were both naked. With some blushing she offered her cunt for inspection, and was rewarded with a vigorous finger-fucking which got it into trim. There was no great difficulty in getting into her. She responded with avidity, and there was precious little virginity about her when she had to go home.
-I suppose, I remarked, this is pretty sure to have consequences. A girl of your figure and willingness doesn't run up against a cock like mine with impunity, you know.
-What a lark, she cried, if I were to get into old Snuffy-nose's bed already primed! I never thought of that. We must make sure.
Really, this girl was an original, and she amused me. Her pluck deserved to be rewarded, especially as the guerdon was so easy, and so very pleasant in the bestowing. I felt exhilarated both at the idea of getting a girl's belly up and of planting the brat on another fellow. So I made no difficulty in acceding to Clara's request to meet her again.
Next night, when she was undressed, the first thing I did was to tell her to open her mouth and shut her eyes, and see what she would get. I popped my prick in. She repelled the soft snout as soon as she felt it between her lips, but I insisted.
-Think of your husband and the satisfaction of knowing when he is mumbling at your mouth he is caressing lips that have sucked another man's cock.
-Yes, yes: I never thought of that.
She sucked away contentedly till it occurred to her from the swelling of my prick what the end of her osculation would be.
-You aren't going to let it off in my mouth, surely! she cried with a frightened look.
-Why not? It's a variation from your cunt. If my prick's good enough to discharge in a place like that it is at least good enough for your mouth.
I clinched matters by holding her head fast and giving a few quick thrusts. John Thomas spat out a thick stream of spunk into the wide comical mouth. Clara was too overcome and taken aback to swallow it, so I lectured her.
-Look here, my girl, if you want me to fuck you, next time you'll do me the honour to swallow my good liquor. If I choose to get it into your belly this way instead of through your cunt I don't expect to see it contemptuously rejected. As it is (hooking a finger into her mouth, and smearing the glutinous secretion on her lips and up her nostrils) we'll use it to defile you as much as possible for the benefit of hubby.
Clara was rather knocked off her usual equipoise by this occurrence, but the allusion to the detested husband in posse was sufficient to reconcile her to any barbarity, and she accepted the indignity with a smile, promising herself at the same time considerable satisfaction in letting her spouse know that she had been fucked not only in the cunt but in the mouth too. She went further, for a specially malicious idea came into her head. On the last occasion we fornicated before the ceremony she said.
-Could you fuck me on the night of my marriage? I should like to get into bed with my cunt full, so that the old pig will stick his prick into a dirty quim. How I will taunt him with it! Thank goodness you've made it impossible for him to get me with child, for my monthlies ought to have come on days ago: so I shall have the satisfaction of being mother to a decent baby instead of the spawn of that old mummy.
I was hugely amused at the trick she proposed to play, and on the fateful night Clara slipped out into a cab I had in waiting. I rapidly fucked her arse-upwards twice without uncunting, and I'm damned if the girl didn't produce a cork and gravely close up her quim to prevent the charge escaping. I'd have given something to hear the old cock swear when he dipped his prick into the porridge-pot his wife presented him: also when he discovered a ready-made heir had already been planted in her broad belly.
Clara having made me the father of a lively boy, I took the earliest opportunity of repeating the dose, and was successful at almost the first attempt. This time, alas! the carelessness of her nurse, who neglected to bandage her properly, or something of the sort, spoiled the poor girl. To her despair she emerged from her couch with a flabby wrinkled belly that fell in loose folds and gave her an atrocious shape. In tears she alternately reproached me for bringing this infliction on her, and entreated me not to let it weaken my affection, but I failed to see that it was my fault, and we drifted apart.
Chapter Ii
The charm I exerted over the fair but frail sex grew apace. Like Rose's husband I found that some girls could not dance with me without exciting their passions to such a pitch that they discharged. Their amorousness found vent in some torrid phrases at times. I was threading the mazes of the languorous waltz with Lady Madeline Carmine when she surprised me by suddenly exclaiming with subdued but fervent passion.
-Oh you handsome boy: I'd like to eat you!
I looked astonished I suppose, as I had no particular reason to suspect any deep feeling on the lady's part and she repeated.
-Yes, I would! and then, despite her efforts at repression emitted an unmistakable. "Ah, Ah."
I clasped her firmly, for I could see from her face that she was spending with the violence of her emotion, and sidled along slowly while she jerked her motte spasmodically against me. Maliciously I enquired.
-Did you enjoy it?
The poor girl, blushing furiously, dropped her head. I took the quickest opportunity of conveying her to a cozy corner, and once there she proceeded to make good her first exclamation by devouring my lips. I seized the advantage of her pre-occupation to desecrate the sanctity of her flowing robes, and found my way along a silken passage to a sequestered region embalming a timid cunny, which after small resistance opened to my knock. The adjacent area of thigh was slippery with her recent discharge, and the virgin vagina filled with mucous secretion.
-I knew it, I remarked pleasantly, whereat her confusion grew.
-It is shameful of me to betray such weakness, she sighed: do please take away your hand: do, Harry dear.
-Couldn't think of abandoning such a charming locality, sweetheart-and I buried my fingers deeper, and frigged her faster.
-By the way, I thought you said you would like to eat me.
-I would! I would! with a renewed access of passion.
-Well, that would involve devouring me all over. You are not the first girl that has tried it, but (meaningly, placing her hand on my weapon and pressing it there) they generally stick here. Found it too tough a morsel, eh?
The young lady buried her burning face on my shoulder, and I unbuttoned and inserted her hand in my fly. Her taper fingers nervously clasped the rigid rod at once, and I sardonically continued, while she trembled violently all over.
-And some, you know, have devoured it with these lips here (viciously stabbing her quim) but only succeeded in making it very sick.
The excitement was too much for Madeline: some quick strokes, and her head drooped with parted lips and a relaxation of the muscles of the rosy countenance that told, quite as well as the shower that bedewed my hand, how thoroughly she was spending again. I produced my hand and pressed it to her lips. She quivered and moaned faintly.
-Don't: don't. Haven't you shamed me enough? Oh, what am I doing, what am I doing!
Still, she clung to my prick, so I took it out boldly, and gripping her hand pressed it up and down the shaft, skinning the head, and chuckling inwardly at her embarrassment and surprise.
-What do you think of it, my dear? Remember you would have to eat that too. Other girls have tried it. Some of them treat it like a sugar-stick and ... suck it.
-Oh, Harry, do they (very faintly) ... and you let them?
By this time she was continuing the frigging on her own account, and I thought it apropos to bring things to an issue-particularly an issue of my spunk in her virgin cranny. Intimating it was my turn now I made preparations to fuck her, but Madeline drew the line there. She had firmness enough to refuse, notwithstanding her agitated state, so I slipped her up whether she liked it or not, and inspected her twat, after which she gladly welcomed a proposal to meet me at an early date in privacy. At this rendezvous she submitted to be undressed, and was apparently more enamoured than ever when I yielded my own naked form to her endearments. But she still refused to give up her virtue and compromised matters by taking my cock into her mouth. I thrust vigorously, and to her horror she found my spunk streaming in. This, together with her increasing passion finished her active resistance but it was still somewhat against her will I deprived her of her maidenhead, and the force necessary to achieve victory gave the added charm of something approaching a rape to the act. Once her cunt was open Madeline fucked as furiously as the most exacting lover could wish, and yet she was engaged to be married, and actually was turned off in a few weeks! She must have required a good deal of pucker-water to conceal the ravages of my prick.
It was a common thing for my mistresses to exclaim with all the fervour of uterine fury "that they would like to kiss me all over," or "get under my skin." Once I overheard a girl telling a friend with the greatest insouciance and attention to detail how I "had sliced her tomato." To the other's curious enquiries as to her feelings on a man approaching her naked she replied that she didn't "feel a bit afraid. It seemed quite natural and proper to let Harry get into bed with her."
Chapter Iii
The little god, as ever, favoured the bold lover, and constantly threw fresh victims in my path.
Walking along the street I noticed a young woman whose gracious figure first struck my attention, and naturally directed it to her face. The purity of its outline stamped itself on my imagination at once. She had a perfect Greek profile with oval contours, and was undeniably a most beautiful woman. More than once I saw her. Sometimes she was accompanied by a little chubby girl to whom I did not at first pay much regard. The goddess's glances met mine on occasion and my warm admiration was not unfavourably received ... at least, so I flattered myself.
The paternal hunting instinct surged up. I traced the girl to her occupation without trouble, and discovered she was employed as milliner at a leading establishment, and in receipt of a fair salary. It was easy to ascertain where she lived. I watched them, for they both, it turned out, had the same abode, mount a bus and flit suburb-wards. I followed leisurely in a cab, marked down their lair and returned next day when they were out. The door was opened by a well-preserved dame who didn't look too much of a dragon. Judicious enquiries backed by a judicious sovereign extracted all I desired to know. Laura Westby was the name of the elder, Bessie Munro of the childlike companion, and these two girls were the only lodgers. They paid well, it would appear and had a comfortable home. The landlady even permitted me to glance into their rooms. I said,
-Now look here, Mrs. Truman, I don't know these young ladies yet, but I have seen them and am strongly tempted to make love to Miss Westby. Here's a fiver. Will you be on my side or not? If you are not it doesn't much matter, for I can reach her elsewhere, but I'd sooner be friends with you.
I bestowed one of my most fascinating smiles on the good lady.
-Well Mr ... ah, Temple, I expect young gentlemen will run after pretty girls to the end of the chapter, and if Laura doesn't object I don't suppose I need interfere.
-You'll be deaf and blind, then, to anything you notice?
-Y-e-s, but (with a roguish glance and scanning my well set up form with something of a connoisseur's appreciation I think I shouldn't be sorry to have a peep at such a couple courting. You are a fine young gentleman and Laura's a good match for you.
I couldn't help laughing. "You old rogue," for the expression of her eyes showed the fires of youth were smoldering still. I took her by the chin tilted it up, and impressed a kiss on the not uncomely countenance. I patted the robust hips, remarking.
-Well, if I once get into that pretty bed you showed me just now you may peep for all I care. What you see will perhaps recall the days when this good bottom danced to a merry tune on a spring mattress.
The kiss completed the conquest of mine hostess. Her face suffused with pleasure, and I felt I had secured a strong ally. She replied in a low voice with a sigh.
-Yes it did, and I wish it could again. I could hold my own with the boldest of bedmates. But go away: you are making me say things I should not.
I put the fiver in her hands, well pleased and secure of a free field.
There was no trouble in introducing myself to Laura and her chum, and I made love at once to the former. I carried her by storm and was in that bed in less than a week. After the first flush of triumph I was disappointed. Laura was a most peculiar woman. She accepted the short courtship with equanimity, returned my caresses warmly, did not discourage the liberties I successively took, and betrayed every sign of being in love. The girl was no innocent and announced at once she perfectly understood what my object was. She seemed to welcome the prospect of her seduction, and showed little surprise -merely becoming confusion-when eventually I escorted her to her room, and whispered I didn't intend to leave it. I undressed her, and she yielded up her maidenhead without a struggle. Yet she appeared to take no particular pleasure in the act of coition. I fucked her six times the first night, and she never came once. While my prick was ravaging her cunt and other girls would have been wriggling with excitement and sighing out their passion she lay quite unconcerned, but as soon as the grind was over she became amorous, and jolly.
I don't think that girl ever spent properly once while I knew her. At the most she experienced a pleasant titillation, and that was all. She made no secret about it, and I often wondered why she allowed herself to be bowled over. She liked to lie naked with me, and fondle and feel my limbs and prick, and enjoyed my doing the same with her. She would freely assume any position I suggested, and a beautiful figure she had! She raised no difficulty about sucking my prick-told me, in fact, she knew it was commonly done-and did not resent my emitting in her mouth. As a fact she was more fuckable after gamahuching me than at any other time-only her quim most unfortunately was unresponsive. There was scarcely a quiver, and never a nip in it. She did not care whether I fucked her or not, but she was fond of being frigged and cuddled. Her greatest pleasure was to frig my cock, which, I am happy to relate, she was never tired of admiring.
In the meantime Bessie had fallen violently in love with me. This girl whom I had not noticed much until J had floored Laura's virtue, was a woman in years, being twenty-one or thereabouts, but a baby in face and figure. She had a delicious Cupid's bow of a mouth, blue eyes, pretty childish face, and round bosoms and limbs. She was as innocent as her friend was well versed in sexual knowledge. Naturally she was aware we were "spoony" as she put it, and she took a great interest in our canoodlings, which we did not trouble to conceal from her. By and by the sight aroused her incipient passions. Mrs. Truman observed it, and remarked significantly.
-The little one's falling in love with you, too. Are you going ... to ... to ...
-Fuck them both, eh? said I boldly, seizing her by the motte. Yes that's about the ticket if Bessie wants it. She's a crummy little morsel anyhow.
The good lady sighed and faltered languorously.
-Ah Mr. Temple, how can any girl resist a man like you. I'm sure I should have surrendered at the first summons if a lover like you had offered liberties to me.
-Well, you're a decent soul, and I daresay I can spare a bit of cock for you in return for the help you've given. What do you think of this?
The dame gasped at the sight of my prick.
-I never saw one like that, she uttered slowly. What a baby-maker! There's no hope for these poor girls. Do they know what this long spike means for them?
-If they don't they'll soon find out. Meanwhile ...?
I nodded to the door of her room. In there I took down her lower garments, and found a pair of fine thighs and a massive arse in excellent preservation. I fucked her in cunt, arse-hole and mouth, and left her overcome by the stability of my prick and the range of my knowledge, and more at my service than ever. Thenceforth the girls heard nothing from her but praises of the young gentleman whose acquaintance they had made, and open hints as to the readiness with which she'd have jumped at such a lover when she was a girl. She informed Laura a girl had much better give herself to a handsome gentleman she was fond of and who'd treat her well, than wait for some tradesman to marry her and waste her youth.
-Enjoy yourself while the bloom is on your cheek, my dear, them's my sentiments.
Laura laughingly declared she believed the landlady was in love with Mr. Temple herself.
Indeed (tossing her head) perhaps you're not far wrong. I fancy I have the where withal to afford a brisk bedmate some pleasure still, so mind I don't cut you girls out.
Bessie, of course, became aware that I occupied Laura's bed. The latter simply told her we slept together occasionally, and she wasn't to take any notice. The information didn't appear to convey much to her infantile mind. She was puzzled, too, by certain phrases that fell from her chum's lips.
-What does Laura mean by saying you're "such a weight on her" Mr. Temple? I see her sitting on your knees, but never you on hers.
-No, my dear, I prefer to lie on her.
This was still unintelligible, and the child proceeded.
-She says she had no idea you had such an enormous spike, and you almost split her, and do drive so hard you regularly bore into her. (Reflectively) Laura has beautiful bosoms, hasn't she? I do so like to kiss them, and the other day she put them in my mouth. She said it wasn't as nice as when you cuddled them, but after all a girl's titty was nothing to a man's. Why ... I always thought a man hadn't any. But Laura says you have a great big titty, and what's more that only milk comes out of a girl's but she sucks cream out of yours. Oh dear, it's very confusing. My ideas are all upset.
I choked back my laughter, and as gravely as I could replied,
-Perhaps I shall be able to set them right for you some day. Baby.
I kissed the confiding face, felt her bosoms and bottom over, and left her bridling with pleasure and shivering with acute sensations than she had yet experienced.
An evening or two after Laura was nestling in my lap, cuddling most shamelessly, and Bessie was looking on with shining eyes, when she startled us with.
-What does Laura mean, Mr. Temple, by saying "you're too much for her?" She says she loves you dearly, but you "poke" her so much she really can't stand it. Would you poke me too, if I went to bed with you? I suppose it must be in bed, for I never see you poke her in any way here.
-Wouldn't he just! shrieked Laura: you take him into your bed and try. Then you'll find out what a man has in store for a girl.
Bessie murmured she would like to know, and looked at me with suspiciously moist eyes.
-I believe the girl's in love, too, cried Laura. Here Harry, cuddle her a little.
She pushed Bessie onto my lap, and nothing loth I kissed her tenderly and felt a quiver run through her. It was like an electric spark to the dear little thing, and she returned my caress with the utmost abandonment. I took an opportunity to sound Laura as to whether she objected to my fucking her friend, and she said:
-Not a bit. The child seems anxious to know what's what, and she's welcome to your prick. It will relieve me, for candidly I can't stand too much of that great cock. Fuck her by all means, and God help the girl.
Chapter Iv
The occasion was promptly made, for we went to bed, and Laura called to Bessie as soon as she knew she was undressed. The child came in with a sparkle in her eyes. Laura opened her night-dress and drew attention to her little round bubbies.
-Isn't she just like a baby! and look here (lifting the blushing maiden's shift) there's a plump little partridge for you.
Her limbs were round and soft as an infant's-in fact she was merely a well-developed baby. I felt some qualms at butchering so tender a cunny, and was not at all sure of success.
-Well here you are, in bed with a man, Bessie. Now you'll find out.
The girl was willing enough and it didn't require many caresses to heat her blood. Still, some instinctive remains of modesty urged her to draw her linen close, but that didn't suit Laura.
-No you don't, Bessie, she said sarcastically: when Mr. Temple pokes me I have to show him all I've got, and so must you. Off with your night-gown.
And off it came. Poor Bessie was blushing pink all over. I kissed her soothingly, sucked her pretty little titties, dainty enough to dine off, and gently opened her thighs. In vain she tried to cover up her shame. Laura pulled her hand away, and sharply ordered her to let me see her "cunt." The charming orifice enticed me, and bending down, to the child's unmistakable surprise, I tongued it greedily, and wrought her to a perfect pitch of excitement. A few strokes with my fingers made her spend-more astonishment at the strange and pleasurable emotion.
I thought I had better have my prick greased, and as I did not want to frighten the pullet with its size Laura got behind me and tugged it back. She helped herself to a suck first-in fact I thought she was bent on playing me a trick, and making me discharge at the wrong moment. Then without letting the victim see anything I lowered myself between her thighs.
-Oh dear, what is that, sir?
-That's the spike you wanted to know about, and you'll feel it boring into you in a minute. Then you'll be able to say how you like it-this from Laura.
Lubricated though it was it took some getting in. The wretched girl cried a bit, and said this wasn't what she expected, but Laura was inexorable, and I was intent on adding a new maidenhead to my trophies. Bessie's cunt, like all the rest of her, was plump and full furnished-it was just a fleshy sponge. In the ruthless prick was forced, though not till I had discharged under the stress. That made the road easier. Putting my hands under the fat little bottom I took a firm grip, and drew her to me.
-Oh, Laura, she cried: it's slipping right up me. How far will it go?
-It'll come out at your mouth, I expect, replied Laura grimly, to the child's horror.
It didn't, though. Bessie's cunny was too small at present to take more than two thirds of it. It struck up against her womb, and with a cry of triumph I announced to the expectant Laura that I had got it well home.
-Well then, fuck her. Trot, gallop.
Laura accentuated her commands by slapping my backside lustily at each stroke, and under the rain of blows I was not long in coming again. This time the devirginated damsel felt the full effect of the torrid shower, and exclaimed once more with wonder as it burst inside her.
-Another butcher's shop opened! was Laura's comment as my blood-stained prick appeared, and it exactly described the state of the little cunt.
Before I left next morning Bessie was fully initiated, and had learned how a man's titty can be sucked as well as a girl's. When the child had recovered from the first infraction she evinced considerable pleasure in the act, and her elastic little crack sobbed under the strokes of my prick seconded by her own eager exertions. Laura, as usual, was contemptuous.
-You seem to like that great thing stuck into you, Bessie. I'll be hanged if I can see where the fun comes in, and besides, what a mess it makes of one's cunt.
One of Bessie's greatest surprises was handling my cods and feeling the spermatic chords. She couldn't understand what these long angular threads were for, and was amazed when, groping in the edges of her quim, I traced out similar ones for her there. Bessie, by the way, was not the only female singularly ignorant of her own anatomy, for I have fucked matrons who were quite unaware they possessed such appliances, and showed as much surprise as the untutored girl at the discovery.
Mrs. Truman was conjoined in our revels, and suggested new methods of coition that had never entered the youngsters' heads. She was amused at their astonishment when for the first time I penetrated her arse in their presence. I had got the woman bottom-up, and was gently pushing my machine between the cheeks when Bessie noticed something unusual in the position. She peered at the voluminous arse and exclaimed,
-Why Laura, it's up her bottom! Oh Mrs. Truman how can you let Mr. Temple put it there! Doesn't it hurt?
-Hurt! you silly child? If M. Harry wants to fuck my bottom he is quite welcome, and I'm sure I'm pleased that he thinks it worth buggering a little. Go on, sir. Ug ... ug ...
The good woman forced her arse impulsively back to show how easy it was, and her hole stretched and stretched till it had gobbled most of the long spike up. She drew Bessie in front of her, turned her up, and licked her little arse-hole. Laura looked as if she would like to be in it, so instead of spending where I was I drew my cock out, and squirted its juice between the cheeks of the Grecian damsel's bum. Then I pushed the defiled and drooping instrument between her thighs from the front and the landlady licked the head and the arse-hole clean, while I muzzled Baby's spicy little quim. The girls much appreciated the attention of the elder woman at this and similar romps.
Though Laura was a poor grind I was so pleased with her appearance that I took her about with me to enjoy the admiration excited by her classic beauty and chiseled form. Mamma pronounced her "a Greek goddess who makes frequent appearances, no doubt in the costume of the Greek Slave." I shaved her quim, arranged her coiffure in classic style, and upon a pedestal against a black cloth photographed her in the character of famous statues, as well as in poses of our own. As Venus she was indescribable, and in my opinion outdid the Medici. Perhaps I am prejudiced there, but to my fancy that paragon of the Ages is not perfect. The proportions may be all right, but the mould is too small. There should be more flesh.
Those to whom I showed the pictures would scarcely believe they were a living woman's. By way of contrast I had the Goddess taken on her hands and knees receiving yours truly from behind. As Laura didn't seem to mind there was no concealment of her features. In another set she was kneeling with her hands tied behind her back in the guise of a slave, and was sucking her master's cock. In still another she lay on her back, legs in air, and a prick that could not be mistaken for any but mine was solidly lodged in the celestial cunt. When, after exhibiting the more classic sketches, I proved by means of the later ones the divinity was real flesh and blood the mingled envy and admiration of my friends at what they thought my luck may be imagined, and afforded me considerable enjoyment.
Maud and Lottie used her as a model for some of their paintings, and through them the Governor came to hear of her, and much to Laura's amusement wanted to poke her.
--Shall I let him? she enquired appearing to think it a good joke to be mistress both to father and son, though what enjoyment she expected to get out of it I couldn't see.
I hadn't the least objection, so the Pater had a go at her, and appreciated her beauty to such an extent that he became the means of getting her painted by a talented French artist. Her glowing nudity, after creating a great sensation, when first exhibited, now shines resplendent from the baronial walls of an English mansion.
It was some satisfaction to find Laura's peculiar temperament was no bar to fecundity, and the fact I had not sown my seed in barren soil was a partial counterpoise to the girl's irritating calmness under copulation.
-At any rate, said I, if your cunt's dead your womb's very much alive.
Both of the girls were soon on the way to become mothers, and the question was what to do with them. There were plenty only too willing and eager to take Laura on at her own price, and after passing through several hands she ran up against a well-to-do Johnnie who was fool enough to marry her, and Laura was established in an excellent position. If ever she visits the house where her picture hangs hers may be the fate of the famous French actress who had sat for the "altogether." Asked what she was supposed to be doing in the picture she replied, "Looking for my clothes, I suppose," and Laura can truthfully say the same.
Bessie trained on into a bright little fucker, and I decided to retain her for myself for the present.
Meanwhile I watched their bellies swell with much pride. From time to time I visited and slept with them for the express purpose of inspecting and handling the growing curves, and feeling the youngsters kick in their wombs. What a satisfaction it must be to the newly-married man to note his young wife's stomach distending more and more each week!
Chapter V
Mamma used to chaff me on my desire to add to the population of the country.
-Isn't it a very worthy one? Look at the falling birth-rate. Surely if that man is a public benefactor who makes two blades of grass to grow where only one grew before, much greater is he who makes a hundred bellies fertile instead of one. I have always had an enormous respect for that Sultan of Turkey who, when his ministers would not allow him to lead the Ottoman armies, consoled himself in the harem to such purpose that he knocked out 700 or 800 children in a few years. That potentate is an historical character who should be held in the highest esteem.
It happened not long after that I was called on to pay a visit to a boarding-house in the suburbs. It was kept by a woman separated from her husband, and my roving eye fell upon her slim trim form and pronounced it good. Flattered by the preference shown by a young gentleman she fell an easy victim. At a second visit I desired to see a bedroom, and in a few minutes she was lying on the bed and receiving all I had to give. In a week I was on the best of terms with all the inmates, and in a fortnight I had fucked every woman in that house-a feat of which I was not a little proud, and can always look back to with the utmost satisfaction.
Mrs. White, so far from being jealous, was delighted to see others succumb and descend to the same plane as herself, and gave me every assistance. The second conquest was a married sister, who too was separated from her husband. The landlady being out one day the sister received me in a bath-gown and incomplete toilet.
-You are Mr. Temple, are you not? I've heard of you from Milly. Won't you come in? I'm sorry she is out.
I expressed disappointment and she murmured with a conscious look.
-I don't think Milly will be long. Are you so very impatient?
-Too impatient to wait, my dear. Are you game to take her place? I rejoined, stretching my arm round her waist, and undoing the bosom of her robe, to find her nearly naked beneath. My hand easily wandered down her belly, and grasped a tuft of hair. A few kisses smothered the remonstrant but not very hearty "Oh, oh, sirs," her clothes were pulled off, and a naked woman was the next moment eagerly responding to the strokes of a longer cock than she had ever felt before. There was still another sister, a budding girl of sixteen who promised to be a finer woman than either of the others. She had no objection to be cuddled, and was sitting on my lap savouring her first kisses from a man and getting her bubbles and bottom sampled, when Milly suddenly seized her by the ankles and tilted her up.
-Why don't you show Mr. Temple (all of them called me that-I was much too superior a gentleman for these females to take liberties with, and I did not encourage them to do so) all you've got?
The child's legs were separated wide, and a rosebud of a cunt came to light in strong relief to the white flesh. The poor girl, overawed by her dominant sister and her own emotions, had no chance, especially when the elder woman taunted her with being afraid to exhibit herself naked to a man and clenched matters by throwing off what few garments she herself had on, and standing out in unredeemed nudity.
-There, you see I am not afraid. Now look what Mr. Temple has for you.
She drew out my prick, inch by inch, till the startled girl shrank back in fear of the ungodly thing. Fondly Milly displayed the knackers too, and announced they were to be emptied into her sister. The latter allowed herself to be stripped, and a tasty dish her fresh young limbs and rounded form afforded. I divested myself of my clothes, giving the titter new cause for shyness and admiration, and started on the job. Scarcely had the head of my machine touched the youngster's shrinking quim than Milly threw herself forcibly on my arse, and aiding my drives with all her weight, shrieked to me to "ram it in. Fuck her, fuck her, Mr. Temple: give her no mercy!" The miserable child was regularly savaged, which was not my intention, but the fury-to her of the other carried me away. The victim screamed faintly, but the monster weapon was driven home and dyed with the blood of one more maidenhead. I made amends to the novice by fucking her gently till she wanted no more.
Next on the scene was Aggie, a friend of Milly's, as amiable and easy-going as herself. She was quickly in a fever to get a taste of the portentous cock Milly had so glowingly eulogized to her, and mopped it up right joyously. Then I caught sight of the cook, a brawny Scotchwoman, with a big face and a big beefy arse. Being Scotch I had only to show her my prick to make her mouth water, and to the amusement of the others I attacked her in their presence, put her on her knees while they laughingly held her down, for she made the merest pretence of modesty, bared the freckled arse, and bum-scuttled her off-hand. Jenny was really a regular volcano, and as Milly said always in the family way to someone. It is not surprising, therefore she announced shortly that she was certain I had done the trick for her. I badly wanted to smack that huge arse, and Jenny was willing-for a consideration-but the lodgers stood in the way-they might hear. So I went in the afternoon.
-Here you are, said Milly: take her upstairs, and you can smack her arse to your heart's content. There's no one about.
The lodgers were two-both young women-shopgirls of some sort I believe: I really can't now recollect even their names. I made a set at them and they succumbed, too. In a fortnight I had fucked the lot, including three virgins, and as one of them said, turned the house into a harem. What was more to the point I had the satisfaction of working in fertile soil, and within a month knew that every one of them would become a mother. The youngster was the most difficult to stint, because her cunt was the smallest, but I made a certainty of her by using a lubricant, and Molly's white belly joined the others on the road to the parsley-bed.
These women, used to bourgeois pricks and commonplace fucking were overawed by the developments I introduced, which they seemed to think the especial privilege of a gentleman, and accepted as a matter of course all the surprises I sprung upon their untaught methods of enjoyment. Not one of them had sucked husband's or lover's prick before! I altered that!
The better to satiate my lust on these naive victims I took up my abode in the house for a week or two, and here my luck came in again. Milly's husband put in an appearance in an unpleasant mood, and began to "make hay" in the place. I was there at the time and had no difficulty in administering him such a correction that he took himself off a surprised and very injured man. The summary fashion in which I disposed of the ruffian made me a little god in the women's eyes and put the finish to their amorous submissiveness. It was very pleasant to be surrounded by an adoring mob of mistresses who fucked without the slightest regard to consequences-not even wincing at the prospect of being in the straw in a few months. I openly told them that I intended to get their bellies up, and they simply said they'd risk it.
I soon ceased to take more than a passing interest in these rather ordinary females, with the exception of the kid Molly Andrews, who showed promise and was worth keeping an eye on. I did, however, pay several visits to the place merely for the purpose of undressing the frail creatures and inspecting the progress their bellies were making. They were marshaled naked before me, and the increase in girth carefully noted. I photoed the whole seven at various stages and in various positions, particularly when they were approaching their time.
Every stomach stuck out like a bow window.
I was rather proud of these evidences of my vigour, and exhibited them triumphantly to Mamma. Like a good parent she was pleased with her boy, and complimented me warmly.
-Why are you so set on getting the poor wretches in pod? she asked. You must have the bump of philoprogenitiveness very largely developed.
Carrie ran her hands through my thick hair, and sure enough found a regular knob at the back.
-Heavens! she laughed, if you go on like this you'll have a new head growing onto the old one. After all, though, you ought to be nearly as proud of your performance in this house as in the suburban home you've turned into a brothel. Haven't you fucked the mistress of this, sir, and her daughter and her friend, not to speak of two maids whose projecting abdomens at this moment are a living accusation of their frailty? Bother you and your father! I don't mind your goosing the girls, but I wish you wouldn't incapacitate them. My best maid's got to lay up just when I want her badly. I don't believe (she finished laughing) there is a maidenhead left in this house, any more than in your dossing-place. How many females do you suppose there are with proud stomachs to your account at this moment?
I reckoned there must be nearly twenty.
Chapter Vi
Mother was a good sort, and seeing her in the humour I asked her for a few hundreds to provide for the poor beggars. I couldn't leave them to face their difficulties without assistance. That, thank goodness, has never been my way! I got the money, and Maud shelled out, too, but she made me pay for it.
-Wants money for his low strumpets, does he? she cried vivaciously: well he'll have to earn it. If his tastes are so low as to desert a high-toned aristocratic cunt like mine for a fat-arsed greasy cook he must show his repentance. What you'll get will depend on what you do. You can call it a fiver, my boy, for every tread you put in here (exhibiting her cunt).
In the course of the next two or three weeks Maudie paid out �100.
-You're welcome to it, Harry dear, and remember you must always keep a bit in reserve for your best friends, however many other women you may gratify.
Then she announced she was going to be married, and would be able to let me have plenty of cash. I was surprised, for I had heard nothing of it, and still more when she told me it was an old man, and wealthy at that. Maudie's account of his brief courtship was amusing.
-I noticed Sir Allan buzzed about me a good deal, and at last he mustered courage to propose. I said without heat, "What cheek of an old fellow to ask a young woman to marry him. I shall want a husband who is strong and vigorous. You forget I am a widow. I don't want the cup placed to my lips and dashed away. Besides, I find it very convenient (significantly) as I am." He continued to press me, asserting he was still competent to give a woman pleasure. I laughed at him, and said I'd believe that when I saw it. "Why," flicking a finger contemptuously at his middle, "I've no doubt it's shriveled all up by now." Re-assured by my impudent air he had the courage to unbutton, and dash my wig if there wasn't his prick sticking up stiff and saucy, for all his 65 years, as a youth's. I was so surprised that the old camp turned me up, and was sucking my cunt before I could make up my mind what to do. He disposed himself to fuck me, and for my part I was curious to see how he could perform. I give you my word he plied that prick as briskly and hotly as any boy. He rammed like a tiger, and yielded quite a respectable emission. The old fellow's vigour and audacity quite captivated me, and as he persisted in desiring marriage I gave in. Sir Allan settles a handsome fortune on me and leaves me more by will: also, he engages not to be too curious as to a young and handsome wife's movements and friends.
-Then, said I, laying the elegant young whore on her back: here goes to get you in pup, and, mind, no visits to the doctor this time.
I fucked Maud as close up to her womb as I could get, holding my prick to its mouth while I discharged, and pressing her firmly down to prevent her wriggling away.
-It's a shame she laughed, not to give the old boy a run for his money, but perhaps he has been beforehand with you.
Anyhow when Maud was married a few weeks after she was already loaded, and a proud man was Sir Allan when he was able to parade her tumid stomach. Maud said she supposed she must give him an heir if she could, "but if it's a boy no more. I'll take good care of that." To her disgust it was a girl. She had to let me fertilize her again, and this time did throw a colt.
When Mamma heard Maud's account of her courting she made comment that her friend was luckier than she was with the Duke of Swellington. We scented a story of sorts, and this is what she told us:
-The old chap-not so very old by the way either-remarked to me one day. "How well you're looking, Carrie. Fresh as a filly and able to give the young 'uns points still. By Jove if I were only younger I should be tempted to make love to you myself." He didn't bargain for being taken at his word. "And why shouldn't you try, your Grace, as it is?" I replied with an encouraging glance. "Eh? what! upon my soul you would tempt a hermit." He pressed his lips to mine, and I returned him a lingering cock-stirring kiss, and dropped a hand tentatively on his fly. But his face lengthened, and with a sigh he stammered, "Ah, I forgot. What's the use? my dear, I'm too old to be any good to you." "Nonsense!" I cried persuasively: "I'm sure I ... if my ... hand were on it ... eh?" I squeezed a bit, put a finger through the buttons, and provoked the soft prick I routed out from beneath his shirt. "No it's no good, Carrie. You can try if you like, and if you get it up I promise you a diamond bracelet, and if you procure me an emission the best piece of jewelery in Bond Street." He smiled a bitter smile as he spoke-the smile of a man resigned, but sure that what he suggested was impossible. However, I was not going to refuse such a challenge, and had his flap open in no time. There was a useful looking prick with bollocks, all complete. What then, could be the matter? I squeezed and frigged his thing in various ways. "I see how it is: perhaps a sight of my genitals will help you." I dropped my lower garments, took off my drawers, and let him play with my bottom and go on undressing me till I was naked, but still his cock was adamant-no not adamant-that was the condition we wanted it to assume-putty is the term. "Perhaps," I suggested, "if you gamahuched me a little it would move it." I sat on his face, and he pulled my cunt open and sucked it freely, while I fairly chewed his prick in the effort to make it stand. But nothing was of avail. I palmed it and squeezed it. I rubbed it between my thighs, and in my quim, I licked and sucked it ... the most I could manage was to get it about half cock. I tried to thumb it in that state into my cunt, thinking that if I could once get a part of it in I would entirely frig it to full erection, but it drooped at once and fell out. For more than an hour I worked it savagely, and in my excitement spouted my liquor twice into the ducal jaws, but that's all I got for my trouble. Then Arthur confided to me what I would not tell you if he were still alive, that in his young days he got caught in a harem, and was given the option of losing his life or his knackers. He pleaded hard for both, and finally an old physician was brought who cut the spermatic ducts. His Grace saved appearances, for the absence of his cods would have been a great embarrassment to him all through life, but for all practical purposes he was a eunuch.
It was not now, but at a later period, when I was blessed with more of this world's goods, that I carried out a scheme which brought me a good deal of fun. As it relates to the section of my experiences I am recounting it will come in here better than elsewhere. It was based on a story I heard of some railway officials who, when the men were busy on the line miles away, used to visit their homes and poke their wives. It struck me most wives were by themselves for the major part of the day, but how to form their acquaintance, how to get at them? Who had the best chance? Why the tradesmen, of course, on their daily rounds! So I hired myself out to a baker to drive his cart, fobbing him off with a story about a wager. The striking-looking baker's lad played havoc with the susceptible matrons and slaveys. The personal magnetism I have spoken of came into full play, with the result that in a few months I fucked 113 young women, 74 of them wives or their relatives, and 39 of them servant girls. Of these I am proud to say I got over a hundred pregnant. Only one or two of the girls missed, and I believe I should have scored off all married women but that the remainder were enceinte before I came at them. In more than one house I repeated my feat at Milly's. I was mighty pleased at the result, but things became very sultry on that round, and the baker's boy found it convenient to disappear. I sent each of the unmarried ones a handsome sum to console them, and a few of them who were unusually well endowed carnally, or had some specially attractive characteristic I took on again afterwards.
-Bless the boy! said Mamma, when in high feather I recounted my exploit: do you want to fuck the entire world?
At this particular moment Sissie was riding me eagerly for a spend. As her mother had predicted she had passed beneath the paternal prick, and was now a very knowing young lady, devoted as ever to her brother, but occasionally, I fear, straying to alien cocks. Noting her flushed countenance and the rapid play of her pretty bum Mamma observed.
-Upon my word I believe you'd like to make Lottie a mother and fuck the child. Between you and your Papa she must be having a lively time. Certainly, if she did fall in, the breeds wouldn't be mixed: but to prevent such a mischance take it out of your sister, sir, and whip it up your mother.
-Oh Mum! protested Lottie: just as I was going to spend!
But Carrie smacked her bottom with such a will that the pouting girl had to give way to her volatile parent.
Chapter Vii
Maud's new name, by the way, was the cause of some sly hits at her expense.
-"Gamidge" said Mamma, smacking her lips: has a rather high flavour, hasn't it? Reminds one of gamahuching.
We insisted on calling her "Gammy dear," with a significant protrusion of the tip of the tongue, but she got used to it.
Under the circumstances it is nothing surprising that if Sir Allan Gamidge found his wife had a looser quim and looser manners than he may have bargained for he had some compensations. Mamma, of course, was curious to sample the active old boy of whom Maud had given so flattering a description, and the skittish ex-widow seconded her intention with the greatest aplomb. No doubt she had prepared the way, but the final introduction was effected by methods that to say the least were unconventional. But then there was not much that was conventional in our family, as I imagine my readers have already ascertained for themselves.
Mamma had a small dance on, practically to introduce the newly-married pair. She was reclining in her boudoir fanning a very flushed face when Maud appeared with the elderly groom. Carrie was strikingly decolletee as usual, and the expanse of ivory bosoms and sloping shoulders was well calculated to warm up the hot-blooded young sparks who had been buzzing round her. Sir Allan evidently found her much to his taste, for he complimented her quite sincerely on her charming appearance, and in a courtly way kissed the hand she extended him.
-Pooh! laughed Maud saucily: cold, very cold for such friends as you've got to become. Carrie would be better pleased Allan, I'll be bound, if you kissed her ar ... arm.
The impudent baggage laughed still more meaningly as going from chair to couch she inspected each piece of furniture very minutely. Mamma, who was laughing, too, and looking very fetching with her high colour, rose and asked Maud what she was doing.
-Looking for spots. There are generally a few to be found here on such occasions. Haven't the fish been rising freely to-night?
-Well (very nonchalantly) the young fellows haven't seemed quite so keen as usual. Too hot I suppose. I've only been covered three times-so far. Pray, Sir Allan, may I enquire whether it is usual to feel a lady's bottom upon making her acquaintance?
The brisk old fellow, quite aware of the freedom he might take, and probably guessing, as was the case, that Carrie had only risen to give him the chance, had dropped into a seat by her side and inserted his hand under her petticoats. He had found much to entertain him, as proved by the swelling plainly to be seen inside his nether garments.
-Yes, when she is so amiable as my hostess, and has so charming a terrain to explore.
-Fie! fie! my good sir, what do you want with my old bones when you have such a dish of fresh meat as Maudie can set before you? Oh dear, now your husband's searching further. I warn you, sir, you'll find a platter full of gravy, for I really haven't had time to attend to the toilet of my lower regions to-night.
-To save him groping in the dark, said his wife: I think we had better throw some light on the subject, or he may get into a mess (accented).
She pushed an ottoman in front of her friend, and Mamma with an assumed sigh knelt. Maud immediately threw up her robe. As Sir Allan had already discovered there were no drawers to impede the view. Mamma's beautiful arse and rounded thighs heaved into sight set in a frame of snowy drapery, not more palely beautiful than the translucent skin of the matron's superb rotundities. The old gentleman's volatile blood was fired, and he fervently saluted the treasures he was gloating over, still ruddy in places where the fingers of the precedent fuckers had crisped into the flesh as they spurted their foaming essence into her seething crater. Sir Allan had served a proper apprenticeship. He buried his face at once in the sweltering gash below Mother's crown of hair, and licked greedily with curious little gulps of contentment. Mamma waited patiently for the denouement which she knew would come immediately, and listened pleasantly to Maud's description of what was going on behind her.
-Come now, said the latter at last: show Carrie I haven't chosen a played-out old buck, and give her a taste of your prick as well as your tongue.
Her spouse whipped out his eager prick, and Maud pointed to the more secluded entrance.
-Really? he said delightedly: and without more ado Mamma had the sexagenarian schnickel rammed up her tocus.
-Oh, is it there you are coming, she remarked negligently: I daresay it will fit better there.
Sinking her haunches she bounced her bottom as agilely as any filly of half her age. Sir Allan got stroke for stroke, and good measure too, and the marrow was squeezed out of his bone in short order.
-After this, said his hostess kissing him in a friendly easy style, I think we shall get on very well together Allan. I suppose it is only fair, if the son pokes your wife, that you should have a go at his mother, eh? And so you are pleased with my bottom, really?
Gamidge was not a selfish libertine, and like myself, procured nearly as much enjoyment from watching others fuck as from committing the beneficent act himself. Upon seeing me fuck Maud he was pleased to observe that I was much like what he was as a youngster. He meant in vigour for I was of larger frame. I said nothing and Maud grinned. But on a later occasion I gave him a specimen of my real ability with Lady Gamidge and one of our friends, assisted by excursions into Mamma's mouth and bottom. He revised his opinion.
-No, my dear boy, he acknowledged: I could not have done that. I never got up to nine times, let alone twelve, and you don't seem played out, either.
The old chap gave me some useful hints, culled from his long career in the fields of gallantry, that I often found of service.
Crumpled Rose-Leaves
Chapter I
Occasionally one of the rose-leaves of my Sybarite bed crumpled up a little, though nothing to speak of. The process generally carried with it some compensation. My chums, both male and female, submitted to my personal charm without demur, but now and then they good-humouredly retaliated. One instance I will relate.
It was at a house where a number of folk were staying, and as usual I gleaned a full harvest. The virtue of most of the ladies was a shadow, and there were few of them whose charms long preserved any secret for me. Some I poked outright without even the semblance of modesty, and others had at least had their cunnies fingered and their dear little bottoms squeezed preparatory to the major operation.
One, however, there was, Mary Seymour, or to be precise, the Hon. Mary Florence Seymour, a tall willowy and distinguished scion of aristocracy, to whom I had made no advances. She was rather thin to my taste. That did not prevent me noticing I had found favour in her eyes, and that those full violet orbs were often turned on me with a liquid melting glance, as who should say, "I would, and I dare." It was a case of modesty struggling with desire, and modesty at present was evidently the stronger. Mary was too much in the swim to be an innocent, and she must have known quite well that most of the girls and married women, too, in the party put no restraint upon their proceedings beyond what the conveniences demanded.
One night I retired to bed-alone. It was an early night. A rubber or two at bridge and I was away. Next morning I awoke tired, and strange to say could remember nothing-not even a dream. I did not feel too fresh, and my good friend John Thomas seemed very droopy instead of exhibiting his usual matutinal perkiness. I tumbled into my bath, and on the way back came across Mrs. Norris, a saucy young matron whose husband was absent, openly spooning with Jim Staunton at the head of the stairs. The lady's thighs had opened wide more than once to me, and the pair were in no way abashed at my appearance. Jim had an arm round her waist and a hand out of sight in the bosom of her wrapper. She was evidently enjoying the sensation he was giving her bubbies.
-You look rather chippy, old fellow, said Jim. Had a late night?
-Too much ... eh? added the audacious dame, crooking her thumb and finger and passing the index through rapidly.
-Not with you anyhow, my dear. But the fact is I never woke all night, and yet seem played out.
Some further badinage passed, and Mary came along just fresh from her bath, too. She was clad in a long wrapper that clung very close and indicated there was not much else beneath. They told her the subject of conversation, and Mary, taking a good look, said,
-You do seem hipped, that's a fact. Poor fellow, what have you been doing?
Her tone was sympathetic and betrayed so much personal interest that the others burst out laughing. Their mirth was not lessened when, to the surprise of all of us, she put an arm affectionately round my neck, and kissed me still more affectionately.
-Well, she retorted defiantly: if you two don't see any harm standing there cuddling so outrageously why shouldn't I give a handsome boy a maidenly salute. There ... there!
Each was punctuated by a clinging kiss, and still Priapus made no move. I didn't like it at all.
-Come along, she resumed: and leave Jim to take the measure of the little partridge's bust at leisure.
With this parting shot we strolled off along the corridor, her arm still lovingly round my neck and mine round her waist. She didn't seem to notice we were going in the direction of my room, not hers, nor did it strike either of us till we turned into it.
-So this is a man's room, looking round with interest. Why, Harry, how tumbled your bed is!
I hadn't observed it, I don't know why. I began to smell a rat, and examined it closely, while she was saying with a sigh that couldn't be concealed,
-You bad boy, you have not been sleeping alone. Oh, you needn't deny it. The women talk pretty freely you know-some of them openly-and I hear things. No wonder you look tired.
-I don't deny the general statement involved in your words but the particular conclusion you arrive at is on this occasion incorrect. I love the ladies, and the ladies I am pleased to say love me, and I believe they have solid reasons for appreciating my efforts on their behalf. I admit freely that could you have had the assistance of an Asmodeus you might on other occasions have beheld certain fair damsels reclining in that bed in a state which admitted of no equivocation. Nor could they have hastily veiled their confusion from your indiscreet eye, for I seldom leave them any veil to make use of. It is a case of the naked truth when Cupid plies his bow with me. But last night I will swear I know of no one, nor did I awake even once during the night and that's what puzzles me.
I took from the bed a long hair or two. I remembered Mrs. Norris had tresses of a similar colour. Mary laughed breezily, and searching together we found some of darker hue, proving the presence of more than one person in that bed who did not carry a pair of bollocks in front of their thighs.
-And these? queried my companion demurely, showing some strands of the same tint, but short and crisp.
-You ought to know all about them, I laughed, giving her a sly nudge and feeling her soft flesh yield to the pressure.
-I think I could guess it in once, she said consciously.
-There's one I will swear to (taking a hair from her hand).
-Can you? (interestingly) Why?
-Because it belonged to myself. I'll match it if you like.
-Oh Harry! she breathed faintly, but making no effort to stay my progress in opening my bath robe. I threw it apart boldly, and exposed my prick. Taking the hair I showed her it must have come from my own bush, which I did with quiet assurance, as though I took it for granted Mary knew all about a man, and the sight was nothing new to her. She trembled visibly and blushed, but did not quail.
-Why, Mary (kissing her lasciviously and tonguing her a little), you seem surprised at seeing how a boy's built. I thought every girl nowadays knew that much.
-So they may, dear, but they don't have the actuality brought so suddenly to their notice.
Well it won't do you any harm to have a good look at the actual, and see how near it comes to your ideal.
I flung off my encumbrances and stood before her naked. Poor Mary gasped and glanced nervously at the door. I strode over and locked it, noting meanwhile by the aid of a friendly mirror that she followed the rear view eagerly and devoured my form with gloating eyes. I stooped down and pretended to pick up some trifle so that she could have a square inspection of the bollocks dangling below my stern, and admire the adolescent strength and beauty of the young man into whose hands she had delivered herself. Seating myself on the bed at her side I took her hand and placed it on my prick. Mary was game and clasped it at once.
-So this is what you torment us poor girls with, and what we pine for, I suppose, when we are in love. How soft and long and what curious cushions beneath-slippery and yet hard. What are these cords running into your flesh for?
The girl made very free with my belongings and examined them intently.
-They are the channels through which the liquor contained in these balls runs when, after due preparation, it is excited to boiling point, and overflows through this tube into its natural receptacle. That is provided by you ladies you know.
-Yes, but how can such a soft thing convey it where it is wanted? I thought ... I thought ...
-Yes? (encouragingly).
-That ... that ... oh, why don't you help me? You know what I mean, and you are only teasing me, and trying to make me say rude things.
-You thought that a man's prick was stiff, upright, and erect, not a forlorn-looking creature like this. You are right Mary. I give you my word that under ordinary circumstances he would have been standing up in your hand long ago, with head triumphant and swollen, flying the danger signal. Never has a girl had to complain of him before, but I more than suspect a trick has been played on me. If you will help me I think I can find out. Will you?
-Yes dear (eagerly). What shall I do?
-Well, in the first place I want you to take my cock in your hand, squeeze it gently, and then rub it well, especially about the head and shoulders. If that doesn't work we'll try something else-that is with your permission.
With a delicious sigh of modesty and affection Mary frigged my yard, at first slowly and then rapidly, but without effect.
-I see it's no use. Now, if you want to be a dear good girl you must lend me the aid of your own charms. We have tried touch: now let's try what sight will do.
-Oh Harry, you don't propose to undress me! To be naked together that would be shocking! Oh I love you, my dear, I do, I love you with all my heart, but I am afraid.
-Afraid of what? This fool? (flicking my poor contemned prick contemptuously). He couldn't hurt a fly. The sight of your flesh may awaken some repentance in him perhaps.
Chapter II
Mary had her burning face hidden on my chest, and had so far forgotten herself as to be kissing my nipples and nervously feeling my arse. I found the situation rather piquant, and was determined to have her naked even if I couldn't fuck her. I fumbled about her scanty attire and soon had my hand on her soft breasts. The girl, with delightful little shudders and squirms, offered but a weak resistance, and presently yielded entirely, solacing herself for her folly by squeezing my various projections and fairly chewing my teats. Still that damned cock of mine wouldn't rise to the occasion. I nibbled her ears, kissed her throat, and bit her shoulder-not hard. Mrs. Aintree had warned me against biting a woman's flesh too savagely.
-Bite your doxy, she said, in the ear or neck or arse or cunt, especially the latter, it fires her blood, but never bite her breasts. Chew her teats softly, if you like, and suck them, but don't hurt her on any account. You never know what will be the result. I have known several women get cancer from nothing but their husbands biting their breasts too hard.
She went on to tell of a poor girl, whose husband on her bridal night was seized with erotic mania at the sight of his wife's naked charms, and fell to biting her bosoms so savagely that they were bathed in blood and she had to shriek for help.
So I nibbled Mary like a stallion with a mare till she trembled all over with passion.
The gown surmounted I found merely a chemise underneath, opened it, slipped my hand down her belly and got my finger into the slit of her pubes, to a running accompaniment of "Oh Harries," "Oh, my dears," etc. I rose and swept both garments off. Mary fell naked and shivering with emotion into my arms, and I examined her at leisure. Not a great deal to boast of. Her skin was well-groomed, clear and soft, but her bubbles were not too large, and her thighs ordinary, streaked with blue veins, but long and limber. Under the stress of a good rousing poke they would probably twine close round her cavalier. She had a better-shaped bottom than I thought, and I patted its satiny prominences with approval.
-Come now, I remonstrated: you have been having all the fun. Fair do's. Let me feel your what-d'ye-call-it.
-There then, you wretch! Will that do? Oh dear, I didn't expect this. And yet somehow (as if rather surprised) I don't feel so very bashful ... after all ... at being naked with you, Harry. Is it because you are undressed too, I wonder? And it's rather a nice feeling (reflectively). Oh! oh! I'm sure you can't get your finger in, dear: I'm too tight.
-Nonsense! What will you say when your husband insists on putting his prick in whether you like it or not?
-I hope, then, he'll be very small (smiling). Oh, you've got it in I see, and are running it up and down. Pray, Master Harry, what good does that do you? Oh, stop, stop! I feel so funny, why don't you stop I say!
Mary was going to have her first spend, and didn't recognize the sensation. I gave her another surprise with it by sucking her titties and tickling them with my tongue. The dear girl-she really was a lovable creature-shivered at the unaccustomed thrill, and naively said,
-What a lovely feeling, darling. All this is a surprise to me. There is much more in love-making than I thought. Do it (shyly) ... do it again ... and (very softly, with a beautiful fiery face) you may tickle me with your finger where you did just now. I seem to have grown bigger there all of a sudden. Why it goes in quite easily now! Ah ... ah ...
She was too far gone to have much strength left, so I suddenly tilted her up on the bed, her long white legs fell naturally on my shoulders, and I pressed my mouth to the steaming clitoris. I inhaled the agreeable odour of her virgin cunny, molded her breasts with one hand, and with the other frigged her so diligently that her cunt burst into an unrestrained spend. Mary shook and sighed with the spasm, and with her soul concentrated on the startling explosion scarcely noticed what I was doing.
While the tender cunt sobbed out its dying murmurs I sucked and licked it, making her feel my tongue running over its youthful folds. Confirmed ram as I am it is always a pleasurable excitement to me to put a virgin to the exquisite shame of having her cunt openly gamahuched by a man. But still that cursed cock was quiescent.
Mary came to a sense of her position with a small shriek.
-Oh no, never! You can't be ... really ... kissing me in such a place! Oh my love, my love, is this the great secret? Is this how a lover gives pleasure to his sweetheart? Harry, it is abominably, exquisitely divine, both the sensation itself, and the thought of abandoning oneself to such a caress. And you have made me feel I could die to have you doing it, and as if I had nothing more to refuse you or to conceal from you. I'm sure I felt your tongue in my opening ... oh say I did. You dear adorable wicked boy, first in my mouth, and then in my ...
-Cunt ... might as well spit it out.
-Yes, my beloved ... in my cunt (clasping me wildly to her bosom with a far-away look in her beautiful eyes) ... in my cunt. I have actually been kissed and licked in my most shameful part by a naked man! And wonderful! oh how wonderful! I am pleased, delighted, exalted to the heavens, when I ought to be abashed and ashamed! What do you say, "you would like to look at it at leisure?" Very well, Harry: on one condition that you let me return your kisses on your ... pr ... prick. Oh, how rude I am! (shuddering delightedly).
Mary obediently assumed a favorable position, and I inspected her treasure, commenting on it and comparing it with that of other girls in a way that made her open her eyes very wide and her mouth still wider, sometimes in remonstrance and sometimes in laughter. She was one of the tight order, but her hole was the prettiest I had seen. Some cunts are decidedly repulsive. They may feel and work all right, but it is better to avoid looking at them. Mary's was a little beauty. Coiffeured with a curly black silky friseur it was delicate and neat in shape, and pinky in tone, not beefy. I kissed it warmly from time to time, and nibbled the sensitive clitoris, till she squirmed and wriggled with gratification.
I turned her over and duly admired the pronounced bottom, except that I didn't altogether approve the blue veins. They showed rather too freely to my taste. I made no doubt, however Marie would develop into a fine woman after a few years' fucking.
Timidly but firmly she insisted on keeping her word about caressing the unworthy doodle that insulted her with its flaccidity, and lavished various pretty phrases of endearment on it. At the pitch of excitement she had arrived at there was no difficulty in inducing her to receive it in her mouth, and presently she was sucking it quite contentedly, rolling her tongue round it and tickling the crack as I had done to her titties. In fact she admitted she was copying me, "only this was a very big titty." Then she became curious and mused.
-But ... I thought ... the approach of a girl made a difference, dear? Oughtn't it to be hard and upright. How could you get it into a girl's cu ... cunt like it is now?
-Thumb it in! I replied savagely. My good Mary, on any other day it would have been nine inches up your twat, narrow or not narrow, long ago: but those wretches have done something to it. By Heavens! I hope they haven't broken it!
I suddenly remembered a story which I believe was quite true, of a girl who had such an effect on a young fellow that she gave him the horn. She noticed it, and maliciously sat down in his lap, only intending to punish him by exciting him still further. Unfortunately for the poor devil she sat straight down and dislocated it, and it never stood again. I wondered uneasily whether something of the same sort had happened to me in my sleep.
-Oh Harry! exclaimed Mary in a frightened tone: what language! That would be an awful misfortune, but, oh my darling, I couldn't let you put it into me ... I couldn't really! I don't think it right of a girl to do that before she is married. And then, think of me if you should get me a baby. Oh, I love you dearly, my darling-now more than ever-but I have gone far enough. I never meant to go so far, but you caught me in a weak moment. Can't you be content, love, with undressing me and taking possession of my nakedness? Isn't that sufficient sacrifice for a lady to make? I know other ladies have given you the run of their bodies and gloried in it ... I have heard some of them boast of how many times you fu ... fucked them-but I am not built that way. I shall be quite content to do again what we have done together, and will love you dearly if you won't ask for more (very imploringly).
Mary's notions of love seemed to be of a semi-Platonic order. They amused me and I laughingly replied,
-All very well for you, my pet: you had a jolly good spend, and got lots of fun and excitement, but where would I be? A man wants to spend just as much as a woman.
-My hand? (tentatively)
I shook my head impatiently.
-Or even my lips. How horrid of me ... but, dear, I wouldn't mind ...
-What? (maliciously).
-You nasty thing, you know what I mean. Well, sir, I love you enough to let you put it in my mouth as you did just now ... and ... and ... keep it there till you have had your pleasure. Milly makes no secret she has done it that way, and I dare do for you my sweetheart what Milly does.
-You are a plucky one, Mary, and we will see. I won't press you, my child, and if gamahuching your little cunt gives you pleasure I don't mind accommodating you occasionally. But now for a final kiss and I'm off to find out what those women have been up to. I'm pretty certain Mrs. Norris was in it, and I'll have the truth out of her by hook or by crook.
I finger-fucked her heartily, smacked her bottom pleasantly, and she seemed pleased.
-Good luck my love. What a morning I've had!
Mary was easily satisfied!
Chapter Iii
I went straight to Mrs. Norris's room, and found her reclining lazily in an easy chair in dishabille. In her company was a knowing, up-to-date young miss of the plump round sort, commonly known as Dicky-bird, or "Dicky" for short, because of her lively and restless ways. I liked her, and had made advances which had not gone beyond sundry willingly received, if daring caresses. I had little doubt the girl was "on" when the time arrived.
I was in a half angry, half laughing, but wholly fiendish mood. In my hand were the inculpating hairs. I laid the longer one to the dame's fair tresses.
-They match. Now for the others.
The Worm (this was the name her intimates called her by, because she wriggled so under the strokes of a prick, though to the outside world its significance was not so apparent), looked surprised, and her astonishment changed rapidly to anger as without more ado I tilted her up, firmly pulled her legs apart, and laid the crisp hair on her motte.
-You rude beast! she shrilled out, and before the girl, too! What do you mean?
-I mean, my beloved Worm, that you and others were in my bed last night unknown to me, and I intend to know how you got there, and what you did to me. I see, by the way, Jim has been having a dip in a warm bath, as well as in his tub.
The lady's quim was liberally strewn with semen, and she hadn't even taken the trouble to wipe it.
-It is most ungentlemanly of you to expose me in this way. I suppose Mary's is in the same state. Look at Dicky blushing.
The girl certainly had the grace to blush, but she exhibited no intention of removing herself, rather the contrary. I detected an expression that seemed to betray some knowledge of the reason for my behaviour.
-I don't suppose it is the first time she has seen you up-ended (I was nearer the mark than I knew), and I don't care. No subterfuges! Do you mean to confess?
-No! (defiantly).
There was a short scuffle, some subdued screaming, and next minute the Worm was justifying her nickname, for she was lying on my knees struggling violently to protect the fat arse I had brought to light.
-Now then (with a vicious stinging swipe that made her jump) your bottom shall pay.
I thoroughly enjoyed the chance of welting Mrs. Norris's handsome posterior, and rained blow after blow upon it. First she sobbed, and then she yielded at discretion, grumbling at my meanness in taking advantage of a man's strength over a poor woman.
Her story was that several of my lady friends had made up their minds to have a joke at my expense, merely for the purpose of getting the laugh on me in private. To "dope" an unsuspecting man was easy. The Worm was horsey, and this was her phrase and her suggestion, but the original idea was Lady G's. When it came to the names of those present she hesitated, but I got out of her they were Lady G., and her maid, herself, and then with some pressing that Dicky was the fourth. At this stage the girl, with a small cry of confusion, made for the door, but I intercepted her and locked it.
Mrs. Norris proceeded to explain that she hinted what was on to Dicky, and the girl, though still a virgin, was eager to see the fun, and delighted at the chance of inspecting a naked man without discovery to herself.
-Once we were in your room Lady G. and I stripped you and ourselves, stiffened up your prick, and had a jolly good fuck each. It was very funny, you lying there quite unconscious while we were riding you at a gallop. Sal made her maid suck our cunts as fast as they were filled, and we sucked your prick up. After a while we put Dicky on top of you, and she frigged herself on your machine outside her quim till she spent. Lor', how fiery and swollen it looked as it appeared and re-appeared between her plump thighs, and stuck out from her bottom.
Dicky was getting uncomfortable, and looked still less at ease when I said with meaning.
-Indeed! We'll see about that bottom presently.
-Oh! she murmured depreciatingly.
-After she had come we smacked her bottom to make her go faster, and you spouted all over her backside and in between the cheeks. You would have laughed to witness the greedy way Lady G. licked your spend up and Dicky's surprise when she felt what she was doing. She's a hot member is the old woman and no mistake! I finished up by putting Dicky's legs round my neck, and sucking her cunny, didn't I, dear? (The Worm was warming up.)
-Did Susan (the maid) have a bit? Was I prostituted to a blooming servant girl?
-Not exactly. We fucked you till we couldn't extract any more spunk out of you, but your cock was still stiff enough for a poke, and Susan was allowed to get up and rack herself off on it.
-Well, I don't see any great harm in what you have told me, but all that wouldn't account for the deadness of my prick to-day, even if you had fucked me a dozen times. Look at it. I have been cuddling a naked girl for an hour, and I have slapped your arse finely, but it is as limp as ever. Such a thing as this has never occurred before.
I took it out and dangled it disgustedly before the pair. Mrs. Norris purred over it, kissing and sucking it freely.
-Well, I may as well tell you all. After we had done with it Lady G., to my surprise, produced a bottle of some sort of lotion. I asked her what it was, and she said she had got it from one of her doctors, and it was some kind of relaxative for muscles and skin, that if well rubbed in would take all the power out of a prick for several days. "It will be a great joke on Master Harry when he finds he can't raise a horn, and will give him a fright." I didn't quite like it, but she assured us there was no harm in it, and the effects would soon wear off. We rubbed it in well, both on your prick and cods, and that's why it won't come to life. But it will be all right in a day or two (she added apprehensively, not liking the look on my face, I suppose), and I think she said some whiskey or brandy applied on the place would remove the effect almost at once. I think Lady G. has a grudge against you, for she said something about your meanness in keeping such a splendid prick away from her, when you knew very well how badly she wanted a fuck off you.
-And you, you confounded traitress, you have had me in your arms and sighed out your soul under the strokes of my beautiful cock, and vowed how you worshipped it almost, and let that bitch damage it forever for what you know! You can't play such tricks on me for nothing.
I wrenched off what clothes she had and tied her hands behind her back. The lady was too frightened to resist, and only sobbed a little. I enjoyed her terror, for I did not mean to hurt her, but only to give her a lesson the report of which would stop such pranks in future. It would never do to put up tamely with an affront like this. I owed my dignity as a man that much. Besides the Worm had a really lovely figure and was a splendid grind.
I lifted my toe-I only had slippers on-gave her a gentle kick in the arse, and started her on the run round the room. I pursued, booting her shaking bottom, amid an explosion of small ejaculations and appeals for mercy. Dicky, despite her own apprehensions could not help laughing at the scene, which had a humorous character, and ended in our all guffawing together. The married lady flitting about the room in nothing but her white skin, bubbies flopping about, and big bottom quivering like a jelly, while she tried to avoid my toe, which every now and again marked her active arse with a red streak and extracted a half shriek as she felt the impact, and my own bollocks and prick flying loose made a lively picture for a cinematograph.
The hunt over I placed the panting woman on the lounge on her knees, tied her feet so that she could not move, and ordered her to put her head down. Her arse came into strong prominence, and exposed both holes. Into her cunt I inserted an ivory-handled brush, and she had to keep her thighs well apart to avoid the pricking of the bristles. Into her bottom I poked the handle of a toothbrush, amid her fruitless maledictions, and threatened if she didn't keep quiet to bring my camera and snap her in that humiliating position.
Turning to the girl I told her to strip. To her indignant remonstrance I merely pointed out she had not hesitated to expose her bottom in my bed, and as I was not in a condition to see it I proposed to reimburse myself now. I soon had her as naked as her friend, and viewed the shrinking virgin with approval. She was on much the same lines as the Worm, only not so developed, and I passed some flattering remarks on them both to which they cocked attentive ears.
-Well, my dear, you will make a juicy armful for someone, and I'm sorry I can't let you go scatheless. You were in it willingly, and you must take your gruel.
I unshipped a slipper, and warmed up that pretty arse in a style that may have reminded her of childhood's happy hours, but was sorely destructive to the dignity of a young lady just out of her teens. The child did not seem to bear me any great animosity though tears welled into her eyes. She kissed me in a deprecatory manner, and fawned upon me like a kitten.
-'Pon my word, grumbled the manacled victim: I believe if his prick was in a fit state he'd fuck her before my very eyes, and the little cat'd let him.
Seeing Dicky's subdued disposition I refrained from tying her, as I intended, and told her if she promised to kneel down side by side with Mrs. Norris, and not move, I would not harm her further. She promised and I went and fetched Mary. How surprised she was, and how confused and wrathful they were! But a smart tap or two kept them in order.
-There are two of the culprits, my dear, who put me in such a ridiculous light before you, and that's their punishment. Don't you think Mrs. Norris looks rather handsome with her tail-pieces?
-Look out you don't let yourself in for something of the same sort Mary, said that much injured lady. You're playing with the fire, too.
-Oh, protested Mary: what do you mean?
-Stuff! You can't make me believe you were in his room for an hour without getting your bottom felt. So you needn't gaze at us as if you were so shocked. I don't suppose you can show anything better than we do, eh Dicky? (this a little spitefully).
-Not a bad idea! Let them see what you can show Mary. Observe the swelling contours of these two shapely arses (a squeal from the youngster)-an invigorating and lustful perspective, isn't it? Now, if we add yours to it the view will be more entrancing still, and just to show how I treat those who really love me and play the game squarely, I propose to gamahuche your handsome crack meanwhile. That will be your gain and their loss.
With a little judicious coaxing I induced Mary to stand on two chairs across the naked bottoms and threw up her wrapper. She was still as before, so I said "we might as well have all off," and reduced her to the same condition as the others. I imparted to the Worm a gentle hint to remain where she was by giving the toothbrush a menacing twist, and untied her.
-Now, Mary my love, (purposely exaggerating the fervour of my tone to exasperate her companions) bend down as far as you can. Ah, that's it, see how the sweet little cunny comes into view, a most delicate and aristocratic crack indeed. Yum ... yum ... quite a pleasure to fondle it. Tastes of virgin cream.
-So would mine, cried Dicky energetically.
The Worm couldn't say anything, because she knew very well hers was still redolent of Jim's manly deposit.
-Yes, it feels good (inserting my finger and frigging Dicky smartly). Now to business.
With my hand I worked the brush handle in Mrs. Norris's hole, Dicky I finger-fucked, and Mary I sucked and licked till I had them all in a state of teeming excitement. I stopped, out of breath, and with one voice they cried,
-Go on, oh do go on.
I finished them off. Mary tottered with the sharpness of her spasm, lost her balance, and fell pell-mell onto the gleaming bodies beneath, whence they all rolled in laughing confusion to the floor. Good humour was restored, and the girls, for after all Mrs. Norris was only a girl, kissed and fondled one another, and then swarmed on me, pulling at my cock, hugging, caressing, and abusing me amiably, in the same breath. Still my poor Priapus hung listlessly on his bed of stones.
-Dreadful, isn't it, laughed Mary, to be man-handled in this free and easy way. This is twice the monster has stripped me in the one morning, and I notice you don't seem to mind much more than I do.
The Worm made a grimace, stuck her tongue in her cheek, and with a wink remarked,
-I fancy if Harry had been in his usual form both of you might have minded, for I'll wager he'd have been up both your cunnies long before now. However, I don't bear any malice, despite the sufferings of my poor bum. Oh dear! beaten and kicked, and then stabbed to the kidneys.
She clapped a hand to her plump hemispheres with a comical air of piteousness that caused more laughter and explanations. Dicky dwelt with some emphasis on the slippering she had got, and opined Mary must have heard the concussions in her room.
-And the big beast enjoyed it too. You should have seen his eyes gleaming.
-He probably thought he was listening to the music of the spheres, said Mary rather smartly.
-Then I hope it will be yours that will make the next music for him, retorted Mrs. Norris promptly.
-Now for the old woman! By the way, have you any pain-killer?
-No, said the Worm. What on earth do you want that for?
The reason I wanted it was that I remembered Mother one day accidentally touched her quim after she had been using some, and the effect on the raw flesh was rather startling. I had an idea of paying Lady G. out in some of her own coin. I explained, without giving the source of my information, and left them fairly pleased at the notion that the ring-leader was not going to escape.
Chapter Iv
Lady G.-Sally to her equals-was not really old, but would never see forty again. She was a full-lipped, black-eyed, fleshy woman, with "whore" written on every line of her handsome sensual face, and in every curve of her deep bust and strapping arse. Her reputation, or want of it, was so well known among her intimates as to be taken quite as a matter of course. I suppose there wasn't a man in the house but myself who hadn't fucked her, and I quite understood the joke she had put upon me was in revenge for my neglect.
I rather admired her spirit myself, and was sorry I hadn't poked her, but I had an idea she was a bit of a nymphomaniac, and I had a slight aversion to these gentry since a mischance that befell me with one of the breed. Of this I may speak later. Besides, I had heard they weren't altogether safe, and had a nasty habit of biting furiously in their erotic excitement. Further, Sally wasn't very particular about whom she mated with, and at this time I had more respect for myself than I have now. It was believed she prostituted herself to her servants, and she was said to boast of one man who was retained in her service solely because of his enormous tool. Stories were told of her making her female friends intoxicated and amusing herself watching this fellow pierce their holes while she reveled in the cries of the impaled.
So, attractive woman as she was in many respects, I wasn't going to let her crow over me and regale our mutual friends with the story at my expense. I meant to treat her to some slipper if nothing better offered.
I marched off to her room, and as I expected found her still in bed. By good luck Susan was in the chamber too. I entered without ceremony and locked the door.
-Now you cunt-eyed whore, I began with mock indignation: I know all about last night, and what have you to say against my treating you as I have just done your friend the Worm?
Sally sat up in a state of vexation and some alarm, showing a pair of fine bosoms without concern.
-How did you find out?
-Oh you left plenty of traces, and a little gentle persuasion with this (taking off a slipper) on a pair of naked backsides did the rest.
-Did you really slap Gladys's arse? she said laughing. I'd like to have seen it. By God, Harry, I didn't think you had the spirit. You're a plucky boy. And you mean to give me a dose too? Well, well, I must admit I didn't expect you to find out so soon. I don't mean to whine, and I'll take my gruel. Don't be too severe. How shall I have it? Will you lay me over your knee, or shall I kneel lean over the bed? Lor', lor', (she chuckled as she slowly slipped out of bed, exposing herself as much as possible in the operation) to think of this young shaver having the nerve to turn the Worm up, and then coming to welt my backside, me old enough to be his mother!
Positively she seemed to find the situation humorous! I scanned the voluptuous thighs and saw a motte like a fist with a mop of bronze hair gleaming against the white belly: Sally purred caressingly.
-Would you like to fuck that first and dress me down afterwards, you cheeky cub, spreading her thighs wide at the same time.
-You know devilish well I can't, since you drenched my prick with your infernal mixture. By the way is there any left?
She ordered Susan to bring the bottle from the dressing table, and following the girl's movements my eye fell on some bay rum. I thought that might do instead of pain-killer.
I remembered Susan was in it too. She didn't evince any surprise at her mistress's unaffected display of her charms before a man, and no wonder, used to it, of course! But when I told her to come along and show her bottom, too, she demurred. The girl wasn't as game as the lady.
-Nonsense! said the latter sharply. Why don't you do as Mr. Temple tells you? You had a good grind off his prick last night and now you are playing the prude. Take off your clothes I tell you!
Sally dropped her own shift without ceremony, and I licked my lips at the sight of her solid well-developed arse. She helped me strip the unwilling maid, and presently both lined up naked. The girl was a nobby looking filly-one of Lady G.'s picking was sure to be a crummy piece-but apparently she wasn't used to such brusque treatment as she was getting.
-I suppose you want our arses as convenient as possible, said Sally cheerfully. There's one consolation Susan, we needn't be ashamed of them. No cushions wanted here (slapping her own convincingly).
I stretched her flat on her stomach, and tied her ankles wide apart to the bed rail, which she hardly bargained for. Susan reluctantly mounted above, and I warmed the pair with a will, first with my hand and then with a slipper, till they yelped. Reaching for the bay rum I lotioned Susan's distended cunt and arse-hole. The effect was all I could desire. The girl wrenched herself away with a roar, and burst into tears, holding both her hands to her burning holes. The lady was at a loss to know the reason, but she no sooner felt the liquid biting into her own hairy cunt than she joined the chorus. I sat on her a while and rubbed it well in, Sally abusing me meantime for my cruelty in a torrent of voluble curses. I released her at last, and the pair immediately dashed for the chamber pots and began to lave their tortured quims.
-Does it hurt? I blandly enquired. Yes? Well, that makes us quits for the damage you have done my prick, and besides, you won't be able, you know, to tell the story against me.
With a cheery pat and a nod I retreated with Sally's mixture, well satisfied with my revenge. Outside I met the Worm and her satellite, hovering about. They enquired eagerly what I had done.
-Well, I left Lady G. and her maid slaking their arses over a piss pot.
Both ran off in a quiver to Sally's room to enjoy the fun.
Her Ladyship and I made it up shortly after, and an exciting night I had with that fiery-cunted heroine.
I followed Gladys's advice, bathed my prick plentifully in spirt, and next morning the effect of the lotion had evaporated. The stuff itself I kept, foreseeing some fun to be got from it. More than once since some of us have put our heads together, and several poor devils on the eve of marriage never knew what brought them to such a fix when they at last found themselves in bed with the brides they expected to surprise and gladden by the brilliance of their copulatory powers. Sally would never tell me the prescription, so I could get no more. She admitted, what I half suspected, that it had the same effect on a cunt, and that she had slyly administered it to her friends under various pretences, when she had ascertained they were looking forward to an exhilarating fuck in the arms of a favoured swain. Her description of their wrath when they found their poor quims were dead to the world and gave them never a thrill, and the shame-faced excuses they had to make to their baffled and disappointed lovers was more than vivacious.
Chapter V
The morning was wet and stormy, and I felt sure no one would be stirring till late. I sent a note to Mary ... "The resurrection of the flesh is accomplished. Come and witness."
The girl slipped in fresh and handsome, radiant with love and what anyone else would think amorousness. Kissing me lingeringly she threw off her wrapper and glided into bed.
-So the poor boy is himself again and wants his greens. I expect to see something startling.
-Oh, oh! "Greens" indeed! What do you know about such vegetables?
-I have been learning something. After your excessive rudeness to me and those other two poor ladies, sir, it was no good my playing the prude, so I've been talking to Gladys. I have gathered she knows a great deal more about you than a married woman should, and have heard some perfectly shocking things of your behaviour to silly fools who do as I am doing now (throwing her long legs over mine and grappling my cock). I wonder why (musingly) the bigger ram a man is, and the more daring his methods with women, the more they run after and throw themselves at him. I know you to be the most delightfully abandoned scamp who ever robbed a girl of her virtue and to use a phrase I understood you are very partial to, I know that you will "fuck my arse off" if I let you, and yet here I come to heel the moment you lift your finger! And here is this monster swelling and throbbing in my hand till I can't hold it. Heavens, Harry, what a length!
-Wait till it's right up, my dear! It's not full size yet.
I uncovered it, and took stock of the Hon. Mary's amazement as she witnessed the gradual development of the baby-maker.
-Crimini! It's longer than my hand. How different from the soft sausage I saw yesterday! (Then, as she seemed to recollect) Good gracious, Harry, you don't mean to say you'd force all this into my poor pussy if you could! However would you get it in?
-It's been very effective with a good many cunts as small, or well, pretty nearly as small as yours. Never fear: it would get there just the same. You don't know the stretching capabilities of even the tightest of quims yet.
-Ugh! (with a shudder) I thought the Worm was stretching the long bow merely to frighten Dicky and me, when she described your weapon and told us we would be split up if we were fools enough to let you fuck us. In fact, I thought she was jealous, and wanted to keep it to herself, and that her other stories were on the same exaggerated scale, but I begin to believe they are credible. And if so what a depraved young gentleman you must be! Harry, (whispering low) is it true you made her lick your bottom ... you know how I mean ... right in the h ... in between?
-Oh yes (cheerfully) she sucked my arse-hole, if that's what you mean. Plenty of 'em do that.
-Be quiet you wretch! Don't put it so breadly. Am I expected to ... to ... do it too?
-Just as you choose, but be sure of one thing: I never return the compliment to a girl I can't fuck, and not always then, by any means. It depends whether I like her enough, and whether she fucks well or not. Now if you have done admiring my cock I'll give you a specimen of what it contains. As you can't make up your mind to desert your virtue I'll fuck you through the lips of your quim and make it spout out in front.
I turned up her chemise, played with her bottom and cunny to put her in good heart, and first getting a tumbler placed my prick between her thighs from behind. Mary got a pleasant titillation, and warning her to hold the tumbler over the projecting head I shot a cataract of spunk into it.
-Why Harry, it covers the bottom thickly! Gladys told me she had never been fucked by anyone who gave out such a lot as you, and that she was astonished the first time you poked her to feel how it continued shooting into her belly. She says she believes she could tell whether you or another had fucked a girl merely by looking at the state of her cunt.
-Seems to me, my dear, that your modesty is evaporating at a very speedy rate.
-Mrs. Norris said you liked it (reproachfully). I thought it would please you to hear me talk straight. And I do so want to please you (piteously). I'm sure I shan't talk like this to my husband when I'm married.
-Oh yes, I like to hear a girl let herself go. I was merely chaffing. But we won't waste any more good spunk. You remember what you said, eh? Now to inspect your virginity once more.
I seated myself in a low chair before the blazing fire, hoisted Mary onto my shoulders, and dropped her forward till her hands rested on my thighs and her cunt opened up before my lips. This was her best point of view, with the rounded arse curving in the air. I leisurely separated and tongued the neat little quim, occasionally tickling and sodomizing her arse-hole with a finger-tip, till her emotion brought on a discharge. I licked the fragrant emission up, and let the girl down, flushed and gratified beyond measure.
-It's awfully rude, but it's dreadfully delicious to be gamahuched in that way, she purred. What a funny sight I must have looked upside down? My dear Harry, you do know how to make a girl love you, and that's a fact. What next ducky?
She was quite eager, so I had her on the hearthrug naked, and fucked her mouth.
-Mind you, I said: I'm going to spend in your throat and shall expect you to swallow it.
-Yes dear (obediently) I know. Don't be afraid.
It's uncommonly fine fun pissing your spunk down a naked virgin's gullet, and a lady of noble birth at that. I squirted in a hot stream, and felt Mary jump as the sharp taste of the acrid liquid struck her palate. It was nearly as good as fucking her reluctant crack. Withdrawing my prick I lowered my arse onto her lips and waited a moment. I was not disappointed. The plucky maiden accepted the challenge, and the tip of her tongue tickled my hole pleasantly. I congratulated her on the courage she had displayed, and a bright smile of pleasure suffused the rosy countenance. She reproached me very mildly.
-It was awful to see that horrid bottom coming right down on my face. What dreadful indecency! I knew what you wanted, sweetheart, and what I was expected to do. I didn't flinch, did I? And so ... and so ... I have actually bumsucked a man! That's the proper expression, isn't it? (with a quizzing glance) I wonder if the girls would kiss me if they knew where my lips have been? and what's been in them? How your spunk gushed out. I can't say I like the taste at present, but I suppose (archly) I shall have to get used to it, if I desire to preserve my Lord's favour. I don't want you to turn away from me altogether to those naughty pussies who lend you their cunts so freely, and I must make up to you in the by-paths of love. All the same, somehow, do you know, I feel rather proud of having sucked your cock off in my mouth. I felt quite joyous when I saw that noble instrument pointing its purple head at my lips, and it entered hot and throbbing. I believe I would sooner fuck it that way than have my poor cunny mangled by it. I'm sure I should be dreadfully torn ... wouldn't I, cocky dear? Wouldn't you just like to shove your ugly head into my pleasant garden and water its furrows,, and wouldn't my belly swell in no time? I haven't got the taste out of my mouth yet. It's a white sauce I'm not used to, but there's a flavour about it (smacking her lips like a connoisseur) that seems to grow on me. What are you laughing at, you fiend?
-Then you approve your baptism of spunk?
-What things you do say! Ah yes, baptised as a baby with water, and as a woman with the liquor of the lover who mans her works.
Mary laughed amusedly, reached for the tumbler, and drew a gleaming cross on my forehead. Not to be out done I turned her up, opened her slit, poured in the remainder of the liquid, and worked it in with a finger.
-There my dear ... you are perhaps the first girl who can boast she has had a man's spunk in her cunt without being fucked. I fancy, however, if a committee of matrons were to examine you now you would have some difficulty in persuading them you were a virgo intacta.
We laughed at the idea. Then Mary became thoughtful and enquired:
-I suppose you don't want to marry me, dear? No? (with a half sigh) I scarcely imagined you did. Ah well, Harry, I must go to my husband with my maidenhead. I think it is due to him, however much one may be tempted to deceive him afterwards, to take your honour to his bridal bed. There may be some who don't mind marrying a girl they know to be tapped, but I suppose most men prefer to have first cut at their wives' cunnies themselves.
What a queer girl Mary was!
After some cuddling I proposed boldly to Miss Seymour to use her bottom as the next receptacle for my prick. She was not greatly surprised, whence I inferred the Worm had been telling tales. She merely doubted whether it was possible.
-I don't see how you're going to get such a big thing up my bum, she remarked pleasantly: but we will try.
I opened it up a little for a beginning, and finished in her mouth. After a few trials Mary's arse-hole yawned fairly wide, and the girl was quite pleased that she had found a method of spilling my liquor into her interior without compromising her precious virtue, by which she set such fanciful store.
Chapter Vi
It was after one of those tete-a-tetes with Mary's pretty bottom that we ran against the Worm.
-Oh! (with an impudent wink at the young lady's flushed face) been having a short time, Mary?
The girl was unused to the phrase and enquired with intent.
-What do you mean?
-Pooh, you young hypocrite! You mustn't play the saint with me. As if we didn't all know Harry fucks you from top to toe!
Despite her recent training Mary was somewhat scandalized, and indignantly repudiated the stain on her modesty. With an earnestness that set Mrs. Norris choking with laughter replied.
-I'm sure he doesn't! You have never fucked me, have you Harry?
With a grave face I answered, Certainly not.
Gladys, remarking we were a pair of lovely liars, went off with a nod implying we had not heard the last of it. She took counsel with Lady G ... and when the youngsters assembled in the latter's room that night for a cozy chat before retiring Mary was openly accused of fornication. Upon denying it she was set upon by the mirthful trio, disrobed (they were all in night-dresses and slippers), and her hands loosely tied.
-We will soon prove what a cunning little sanctimonious shuffler she is, said the Worm, by turning -her up and exposing the gash Harry's given her by this time, and then to punish her we'll roast it before the fire.
-As impartial judges, put in Sally parenthetically: I think the other culprit ought to be present. Probably he at least will not deny his participation in face of the damning evidence of his guilt.
Mary was not greatly perturbed by this proposal, but manifested no little trepidation when Gladys added:
-Yes, I think so. But we ought to be fortified by the presence of an amicus curiae too. So, as I have been accused before theses two chits of having had more of Jim's person in my body than I could hold in my hand, I propose we have him in as well ... unless your Ladyship fears that those handsome thighs and that very attractive nook between them, which I see you are treating to a little extra warmth, might induce him to venture on liberties that you could not allow. Or perhaps the Dicky Bird might be fluttered too much.
But that young lady nonchalantly retorted.
-As one of them has seen and smacked my bottom, and the other has done more than that to both of yours I don't suppose they will bother about me. I wish (with a small pout) they would take a little more notice.
-Cheer up, my girl, said Sally: you have plenty of time before you. Who knows? I don't fancy either of them is the man to tumble upon four women in this attire, and quit them without either "my arse or my elbow."
But Mary cried out so strongly that they threw a covering lightly over her to break the suddenness of the exposure before two men.
When a dainty note was conveyed to Jim and me, inviting us to pay an immediate call at Lady G.'s on imperative business, and to bring it with us, we laughed, and I offered to bet Jim he would weigh some scruples less when he came out than when he went in. We repaired to the scene, and found Mary cowering by the side of the fire, and the others laughing at and chaffing her. Lady G. propounded the position.
-We have invited you gentlemen to assist in the solution of a problem that in some measure concerns you both, but more particularly Mr. Temple. It appears this young lady practically admits having been closeted with him naked, and indeed has been seen by these ladies in a state of undress, submitting a most interesting portion of her anatomy to his licentiousness. At the same time she insists she is still a virgin, whereby a most serious blemish is cast upon the fair fame of our young friend, Mr. Temple. I put it to you, ladies, could a greater slur be thrown upon the manly virtues and capabilities of a young man than to suggest he had an elegant and attractive girl naked in his arms, not only once but several times, and permitted her to depart with her virginity intact. Further, I respectfully submit to the Court that if the lady is a virgin still her conduct conveys a grave and unpardonable insult to her sex. Can it be possible that any self-respecting young woman could be naked with a naked man, and yet allow him to go without paying one or more tributes to her charms! Could anyone suppose that Madam here or myself would tamely support such an outrage, were, say Lord James or Mr. Temple to present themselves before us in a state of nature?
-Not you, said the impudent Dicky: you would take care you were jolly well fucked or know the reason why.
-My young friend with the impetuosity of youth has exactly expressed my sentiments, in language less grave perhaps than I should have chosen, but not less emphatic. The culprit at the bar, therefore, has either been fucked or she has not, and in either case she is equally deserving of suitable punishment. Remove the screen that veils the trembling form of the guilty wretch from our eyes.
Dicky gleefully twitched the covering off, and left poor Mary standing naked with her hands still tied and everything revealed to the penetrating gaze of five pairs of malicious eyes. The girl cast an imploring glance at me, but I shook my head. She had refused to be fucked, and I was rather amused at the position.
-By jingo Mary, what long legs you have got, said Jim, running his hands down her thighs and making her shrink: more bottom, though, than I should have thought (turning her round and feeling it): but Lor' bless you my gal, it don't hold a candle to Sally's or the Worm's, does it Harry? Give me a gal with a swipin' good arse that wobbles when you hit it.
-It does not appear to be so much a question of the size of her bottom just now as of the size of her cunt, eh Mary? Come, my dear, I think you had better give in gracefully and let them have their fun.
-Oh Harry think of the exposure ... before two men as well as these grinning wretches.
-Think of our exposure when we had our naked bottoms smacked before you, retorted Dicky promptly.
-Will his Lordship oblige by taking those long legs and holding them out wide while we examine the young woman's aperture, said Sally with a continuation of her magisterial air.
Jim placed Mary on his knees with her back to him, spread out her legs, and drew her down into a horizontal position. Lady G. gravely put up her monocle and inspected the handsome crevice disclosed to full view. She tested it with a finger and seemed surprised.
-Hum, seems very tight. You try, Gladys.
-Upon my word! said the latter who made no doubt Mary had been repeatedly fucked: I really believe ... yes ... she is remarkably tight ... looks as if she is either a virgin or is unusually small.
-If I can assist you, ladies, you may take it from me that as far as I am concerned the prisoner is still a maiden.
Mary gave me a grateful glance.
-Oh indeed! answered the experienced Sally: tilt her up a bit more and let's have a look at her arse-hole. Ah, I fancy I detect signs of infraction there. One hole may be virgin, but I'll swear both are not, nor her mouth either. Confess Miss, you've been fucked in both of them, if you haven't in your twat.
-I admit it, said Mary boldly: but after all I am still a virgin, you see!
-More shame to both of you. I confess I don't understand it. I am of opinion we ought to condemn both. What do you say, ladies and gentlemen of the jury?
-Guilty, they shouted, of contempt of copulation.
The sentence of the Court is that the female accused be condemned to kiss that part in those ladies present which she has not dishonoured and condemned in her own person: also their bottoms: also those of the males here present: also to suck the pricks of the latter, if not already in erection, till they are stiff enough to penetrate the commodities of such ladies here as desire to be fucked. Judging by appearances (reaching out a hand and fumbling our jocks) this part of her task will present no difficulty. The sentence of the male culprit does not require so much severity. He is condemned to reverently salute the cunts presented to his lips and insert his tongue in them as deeply as possible: also to receive six blows on the bare bottom from each of the ladies whose dignity he has outraged in the person of this miserable girl.
Thus did the cunning Sally get in some small satisfaction for the way I had treated her and the Worm.
I smiled and intimated that I bowed to the decision of the Court, but poor Mary, who was not yet fully broken in, demurred to the idea of sucking other women's cunts and arse-holes.
The alternative, promptly offered, was to have her cunt fucked and her maidenhead destroyed with an original sort of dildoe possessed by Lady G. It was long and tapering, with short feathers set close into the leather covering-an instrument much akin to the "goose-neck wipe" celebrated by Rabelais, and clearly calculated to tickle up a cunt very thoroughly. Mary capitulated at once as soon as she felt the point introduced into her vagina.
-Now you two dear boys, run away to your rooms, and come back naked as quickly as you can, said Sally, pushing us out.
On returning in our dressing-gowns and little else the first thing that struck our vision was Sally's huge arse quivering above the Worm's face, as the pair executed a No. 69 duet on the hearth-rug, perfectly naked. This was to give Mary heart, and excite us men. Dicky boldly stripped too, on seeing us and presented her rounded contours to be petted and handled. We all stripped, and the three women knelt face down and arse up on a lounge, and got their holes kissed and sucked till they were ready to piss. Mary's face was mercilessly pressed into the reeking cavities till she had thoroughly tongued and licked them all.
-My God! she murmured piteously to me in a low voice: see what I have been let in for through being fool enough to fall in love with you, Harry! Ugh! I'll never get the taste of their filthy holes out of my mouth.
-Um ... you seemed to like it when we were together.
-But I'm not in love with them.
-You'll get used to it (encouragingly). I'll bet it's not the last cunt, or arse either, that you suck, by long chalks.
The cock-sucking was dispensed with, for the two eager dames seized upon our crested toys, and quickly set them going to cool the fires that were raging in their furnaces. I had Gladys, and Jim tackled her Ladyship.
Chapter Vii
Dicky looked rather disconsolate, and grumbled so much that Sally noted, and commented on it.
-Dicky wants the bull pretty badly, and it's rather a shame to excite her so without any satisfaction.
She took the youngster on her lap, and proceeded to cuddle her, like a mother crooning over a baby.
-Did 'um want one of those long rods to play with, then? Pitty ickle things, isn't 'um? And did 'um want to stick 'em up her naughty pussy and turn 'em inside out and see what they're made of? Poor little girl, would she like to break 'em up, and make 'em all limp and soft, like her mother did before her? (Then in her usual tones) In God's name, Dicky, take the bull, by all means, if you aren't afraid of the calf.
The old whore, ever ready for a piquant piece of obscenity, suggested we should deprive her of both her maidenheads at once. The girl was plucky, and clenched her teeth while I forced "the ruby entrance to her heart." Without disengaging I lifted her across my thighs and lay back in a low chair, dragging her with me, and exposing her arse-hole at full stretch. Jim's penis was long, and thinner than mine, "a regular aristocratic pin," Gladys called it, and with the judicious use of Sally's pomades he was soon up the girl's tocus. Acting on my advice he did not seek to penetrate her to the full extent, but gently irritated her rectum half length. He stigmatized it as "only a half-cock fuck."
For my part, however, I darted the whole dimension up and down vigorously. Dicky having squeaked a number of "Oh's" of pain changed her note to one of pleasure and then of triumph as her amorous nature asserted itself, and her cunt began to respond. "These two sausages fill me clear up" said she working her bottom energetically, and giving Jim all he could do to retain his place. The girl was so eager to be made a woman that she failed to appreciate the magnitude of the operation she had supported, and was somewhat surprised at the compliments lavished on her fortitude. She became very proud of taking the two pricks at once at first time of asking, and in after years made it a boast to her intimates, when experience had taught her to fully appreciated her valour.
Finding my doodle still in good condition I attacked her Ladyship who was sprawling on the rug, pleasantly frizzling her crutch in the rays, of the fire. I cuddled up to the warm barrel of her backside, and assumed the attitude for a lazy fuck, only I slipped my prick into her arse-hole instead of her cunt, and in a stroke or two had it clean out of sight.
-You scamp, she said indolently: why couldn't you put it in the most sensitive hole? Fancy, girls, I've got the whole of his cock up my arse-every inch of it.
-Oh do let me see, cried the newly deflowered maiden, clapping her hands: I don't believe you.
She knelt down to look, and Sally caught hold of her legs, and drew the bloody cunt upon her mouth.
-Surely she is not going to gamahuche her in that state, exclaimed Mary in amazement: she is in an awful mess. Look at the stuff running out of her!
That's just what Sal did, however. Putting the child's limbs round her neck she proceeded to leisurely lick both upper and lower holes, dripping with spunk as they were, and she evidently highly appreciated the table that was spread. Dicky somewhat timidly essayed a reciprocal operation on the hirsute cunt, and uttered a cry of dismay as I unexpectedly shot my prick out of its malodorous abode, and into her lips. They all laughed at Dicky's dilemma, and rallied her on her wry face. Sally asked her what that was, compared with what she herself was doing in Dicky's central regions. She was too ashamed to be thought naive, and for the rest of that coup I fucked arse-hole, cunt, and mouth alternately, and ended up by pouring a vivifying shower down Dicky's throat, which was another experience for her to reflect upon.
Unlimited fucking followed, in which I speedily outdistanced Jim, who was no slouch either, and made the virility of my cock a source of admiration and wonder to the women. They all had it in turn in one or both of their holes-always excepting Mary's quim-and with six handsome human forms to dispose of we were able to execute some complicated tableau's. I will mention just one of them. Dicky knelt on a low chair with thighs well apart, and sitting on a hassock I put my head well back and found the fresh young cunny above my lips. I licked it from end to end, and the sensation I imparted to its tender folds was soon reproduced on my own respondent penis. With a joyful cry Gladys completed its revival by sucking the shaft liberally, and then installed herself upon it. Jim promptly impaled the plump arse, and there was no humouring the married dame's porthole as he had done Dicky's.
His prick was driven up to the hilt, regardless of the Worm's comical expostulations. Sally, always to the fore, simply stepped over me and rested her belly on Dicky's round bottom. Leaning well forward she challenged her friend to suck "her blooming arse." Gladys was not coy, and bestowed her tongue freely in both bum-holes as well as the mighty cunt. Mary, seeing how the old woman had contrived to get a share of the fun, fell into line by standing on two chairs and presenting her own fair bottom to Lady G. who gamahuched her back and front to her heart's content. Thus linked by the closest ties, cunt, prick, tongue, and finger had a busy time, till one by one the actors dissolved in the throes of emission and became helpless for the moment.
It was a gallant display, the four elder hands being well seconded by the novices. A dozen times, at least, the ladies were fucked in cunt alone, and they helped themselves occasionally in our intervals of rest to half a dozen other lively spends with the aid of Sally's fictitious engine. Jim remarked that the feathers wouldn't last very long at that rate, whereupon Lady G. stated, quite as an ordinary thing, that it had been re-covered a good many times already!
The younger women opened their eyes pretty wide at the thoroughness of Sally's exposition of the noble Art of Coition, the audacity of some of her manoeuvres, but not less than at the nature of some of the stories with which the expert dame regaled us. She was very complimentary to me and my prick, bidding the others note that it was neither too thick to enter a bottom easily, nor too thin to distend a cunt properly, while its length was calculated "to make you spend along every inch of your twat from womb to wings." It reminded her, she said of the Spanish Head story. Three ladies, whose vocation may be imagined from their conversation, entered a restaurant, and over the meal chatted about their experiences. The waitress hovered round and betrayed a lively interest in their talk. Presently the subject became the size and shape of prick each preferred. One believed in an English prick, stout and thick. Another was in favour of the French make, long and thin. The third was for the Spanish growth, which she defined as having a good head. At this point the girl could contain herself no longer and burst in with, "Well, as for me give me a good English prick, a little Frenchified, with a Spanish head."
-I reckon Harry here would about fill the bill, though I may say I have struggled with still bigger heads and bigger pricks in my time.
The story was received with shouts of laughter, especially when Dicky demurely remarked she hadn't noticed the head was too big, though she thought it was rather long for her at present.
I was nonchalantly leaning on the mantel, and at Sally's orders the ladies knelt down in pairs and sucked my arse-hole and prick simultaneously. I received this graceful acknowledgment of my prowess in the spirit in which it was tendered, and complimented the girls on the advance they had made in bringing themselves to such a situation without repugnance.
Mary said it would have been silly to make a fuss about such a simple matter after seeing the exhibitions Sally and Gladys had given during the evening as a matter of course.
I left Jim with the seniors. Mary and Dicky insisted on sleeping in my bed, and I don't think we moved till mid-day. The girls woke warm and rosy, exhaling the aroma of moist cunt that is the sign of a healthy fuck-some damsel. Mary enquired with much interest if Dicky didn't feel sore.
-Not a bit of it, rejoined the pretty rogue, proud and delighted in the consciousness she was now a woman indeed: I am ready to do it again.
I accepted the challenge, stripped the twain, and persuaded them to a mutual minette. Their nude forms, twined graciously about each other, and Dicky being bottom upwards I fucked her as she was. The girl received the bull with exclamations of pleasure which became more than passionate as the fuck progressed. Finally she came in a wild delirium, hurtling her rump furiously against my abdomen. There was no doubt she had plenty of fire. I brought the tip of my cock to the very entrance, and spread a fine layer of rich semen over the folds of flesh. Mary dutifully sopped it up. Then I reversed the patients, and while Dicky sucked at Miss Seymour's honourable snatch I forced my prick up the lady's equally honourable arse, and buggered her with right good will. Mary insisted upon Dicky cleaning up her bottom in return for the cleansing of her own hole.
The girls rose breathless, suffused with colour, and radiant with affection, embraced one another warmly, and then fell on me and devoured me with kisses, especially my prick, of whose dubious condition they made naught.
-It strikes me, said Mary, that we are a pair of young whores, and nothing else. Fancy two girls submitting to a licentious boy's luxury in this way!
-Well Mary, you may have kept your cunt intact, but you have certainly made good use of your bum. Why, Harry's prick went up it like a knife into butter-much more easily than Jim's did into mine. I don't care. Fucking's simply heavenly ... especially with a handsome boy, and I mean to have lots of it.
Mary became thoughtful, and cross-examined Dicky as to her sensations. She described them minutely, ending by exclaiming.
-It's just as if your heart was being tickled by an angel's feather!
Mary mused again, and the result of her cogitations we shall see.
Chapter Viii
In the meantime another misfortune happened to me. A night or two after Dicky was in my bed, and we had brought off the first coup. The second I took on my side with her plump warm bottom in my lap. My prick was crammed well up her tight-gripping quim, and my bollocks wedged in comfortably between her thighs. I calculated on the pressure enhancing the pleasure as usual, and proceeded to the short digs, while Dicky responded amorously, and panted audibly. The semen streamed forth, and a sharp pain shot through my knackers that made me wince and catch my breath. I finished in a sort of fright, and the girl anxiously inquired what the matter was. I didn't know but I could see my cods were swollen, and by next morning they were each as big as a large apple, and very painful. I discovered I had got the mumps in my testicles-a thing I had heard of before but never imagined as falling to my own lot.
I suppose I did not look any too pleased, and was not surprised when Jim remarked,
-You appear a bit off colour this morning, Harry.
The Worm was at his side and quickly asked,
-What can you expect when he has been feeling Dicky all night?
It was smart and we laughed.
I couldn't keep the truth from the women I was accustomed to fuck, and had to undergo no end of chaff. They insisted on getting me into odd corners and having a look. They clapped their little hands with amazement at the sight, and condoled with me as much on their own account as my own. Mrs. Norris drily remarked "she supposed the poor women would have a little peace now" but Dicky and Mary were in a piteous state. The latter cried over me-I believe she thought at first it was something dangerous-and reproached Dicky as if she had been the cause. The girl not unnaturally retorted that she didn't see why Mary need make such a fuss-she couldn't be so very much in love, or she would have let herself be fucked long ago.
-Oh, I do love him, don't I, Harry? You know I envy the very bed you lie on. Oh my dear, beat me, whip me, and I will smile through my tears! But I can't let you fuck me, I can't! There is something in me that seems to revolt at the idea, unless I were married to you, or married first to someone else ... then I wouldn't mind. It is stupid of me, I know, but there it is. Oh Harry (caressingly) lay me across your knee, and whip me, will you? whip me like a child. I shall feel then as if my bottom were paying for my silly cunt.
-What, before Dicky!
-Yes, before her ... before the world if you like!
Dicky highly approved the idea. She welcomed the chance of witnessing Mary get a little of the sauce that had been served out to her. Mary was busy already dropping her skirts. Removing her drawers she appeared with the flap of her chemise alone hiding her nakedness. She lifted it, and of her own motion laid herself across my knees. I slapped the milky flesh a bit, and she cried.
-Harder, harder: it doesn't hurt a bit!
My eye lighted on a whip resting in a corner.
-There's something that will. Fetch me that whip, Dicky. Are you game to taste that, my dear?
-Yes, even if you bring the blood. Never mind if I sob. I'll try to be as quiet as I can.
I laid her on the floor face downwards, gave her few gentle cuts, then a few harder, which emitted a stifled scream. Dicky nervously clasped and twined her fingers, greatly excited at the unusual sort of massage her friend's bottom was undergoing. I hit again pretty smartly, and Mary fairly yelped this time and her poor stern writhed. Fascinated by the brutality of the game, and urged by Dicky "to make her fat arse smart" I grid ironed thighs and bottom with a series of artistically-placed stripes which showed up in red welts on the tender flesh, and it was all I could do to curb my inclination and restrain from further damage. Mary sobbed freely, but made no offer to stop me.
-Well, my dear, if you can stand that passively you must be fond of me, I said, kneeling down and kissing the lace-worked posterior.
Mary embraced me passionately, and said, as well as she could for her sobs, that she would undergo it cheerfully every day at my hands. She confessed afterwards, too, it had so excited her cunt that if I had offered to fuck her she could scarcely have resisted, with all her determination not to be seduced. The marks did not disappear for some days, and in the interval Mary proudly displayed them to Gladys and others, and boasted of the manner she had got them. Truly the methods of an enamoured woman are mysterious!
The manifest excitement and pleasure of her friends when they writhed and plunged in the throes of a hearty fuck were too much at last for Mary, and she announced to me she had made up her mind to get married so that she could have me fuck her in the proper place with a clear conscience ... another curious twist of morality! She wouldn't yield her virginity before marriage, but thought nothing of what the world so unjustly calls adultery-as if one was bound to stick to the same cock or cunt simply because a parson has pronounced certain words over the aforesaid genitals!
-Young Dennymore, she said, has been making sheep's-eyes at me, and if he has the courage to ask I'll have him. I fancy he'll be glad enough to get a lady for a wife, without being too particular afterwards.
Lawrence Dennymore was the son of a northern manufacturer who was keenly set on making a gentleman of his boy, though he himself had no pretensions or inclination to enter society. He was rich and the young fellow was not a bad sort. I had met him several times, and liked him. He looked up to me a good deal, and I thought he would do admirably for Mary, of whose Platonics I was becoming tired. I told her I would give him a hint, which I did, and he summoned up courage to ask the girl to marry him. According to her this was the way it came about:-
she : What do you want to marry me for, Mr. Dennymore! I am not one of your set, you know.
he : My father wants me to take a wife who is a lady, and I am anxious to please the old boy, of whom I am very fond.
she: But you're not the least in love with me, nor I with you. On the contrary I am passionately in love already. You see, I tell you this frankly.
he: Yes, I know. But we might be friends-make a sort of alliance. I don't propose to pry into my wife's affairs. You will be quite free, and I shan't interfere with you.
she: (looking at him with some interest) Oh, if you put it that way ... I admit you are not displeasing to me, and I daresay we should get along very well together. But aren't you afraid, after what I've said that ... that you might get damaged goods? I speak openly. Friends should be frank you know.
he: I am prepared to take you with all errors and omissions. That is a trade term. If I am right in my conjecture Temple has been before me. I don't mind him. Indeed if you wish I am ready to promise not to demand a husband's rights until such time as you are prepared to offer them yourself.
she: (quickly) And that will be at once, sir! Oh, I have no intention of letting you off your duty, at the beginning at any rate. My blood doesn't run cold, nor I fancy does yours, so (with an arch expression) I cannot help thinking that with two young and vigorous people in the same bed there will be no difficulty about that. But why don't you "mind" Mr. Temple, supposing your "conjecture" is true?
he: He is such a fascinating fellow, somehow one doesn't feel jealous of him. I have heard others say the same. In fact, it seems to be understood that a girl who has been distinguished by his ... ahem ... friendship ... is more sought after than another ... kind of hall-marked, you know. Besides, if it comes to that, I'm a bit damaged myself. The son of a man who owns factories swarming with girls is run after more than a bit. If I am not exceeding the bounds of politeness I will confess they are more in my line, and more to my taste, than you high-bred dames, but I can't marry one of them. The governor would have a fit. (Warming) Oh, I could tell you there are some tarts among them ... such limbs, such bosoms, such ...
she: (laughing) Hush, you shall tell me all about them when ... we are married, Lawrence.
-And, concluded Mary: as I saw he was getting excited, and his cock beginning to swell awkwardly, I let him kiss me, and it was settled. I wonder what he'll think of my long shanks when he turns me up, and compares my skin with his coarse factory wenches!
-He'll see the prettiest cunt, my dear, he's ever likely to set eyes on.
The young lady beamed with pleasure, and sucked my prick in token of gratitude till her palate got a hot bath.
Chapter Ix
They were married, and went to Paris for their honeymoon. A week after I received the following letter from the bride:
-Oh my dear, dear love-I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Fly to my rescue like a chivalrous knight at once. To think that after all my reserve and timidity, and my care to preserve my virginity for my husband I am a maiden still! What a fool I have been! I could tear my cunt with rage to think of the months of good honest fucking I might have had, and how I restrained my longing and bit my lips with envy at the sight of Dicky and the rest fornicating with all the vigour of their souls, when I might as well have done so too! You are surprised and amused. I can see you laughing at that proud fool, so careful of her precious cunny that she wouldn't surrender it to the boy she adored, and reduced to call on him in the end! This was the way of it. Listen: Lawry came to my bridal bed in the full belief his wife was a maid by repute, and a woman in reality, and made no doubt, I presume, all he had to do was to shove in his prick, and he would find the road already open. In fact, he has told me since he, like most of the others, was sure you had fucked me scores of times, for everyone knows how spoony I am on you. I suppose I can't help showing it. So he exhibited none of that timidity and made none of the gradual approaches that, under the circumstances, a man in his position would ordinarily have shown. He knew from what I had said I expected a good solid meal, and he was prepared to give it to his "friend." He undressed, fondled me a little, extracted my bubbies, sucked the titties till I was quite randy, and said simply, "How will you take it my dear ... naked?" I blushed, positively I did, and simpered, "Yes, dear." He drew off his shirt and I examined him with interest. A well set up young fellow, my husband, good limbs, but not so stalwart as the sweetheart whose magnetic touch has thrilled me so often, and what is this ... can this be his prick! This comes of taking plebeian blood into one's family. What a monster, not in length, for it was scarcely half yours, but it was twice as thick. I have measured it since, and it is eight inches round, that is, almost double its length. Was the delicate cunt, that extorted even your admiration above other girls', to be mangled by this bludgeon? I shuddered. Lawry thought it was because he was engaged in peeling off my night-dress. Apparently he, too, had some occasion for surprise. He murmured, "What long limbs you have, my dear! After all there is a difference between a racer and a Clydesdale." Then he fell to his task, and begged me to let him see my cunt. Like you he was enraptured with it-you were pleased with my poor little pussy, weren't you-and I was secretly glad to hear him comment on his wife's superiority to the big-cunted hussies he had been accustomed to. For the life of me I couldn't help saying, "What did you expect to find ... a cunt like a blunderbuss, I suppose?" Lawry was delighted at my familiarity, and proceeded to finger the haven he proposed to repose in. I watched the play of his features with amusement. "Why" he stammered: "how small you are! I do believe ... you ... are you ... has nothing ever been there?" As the enormity of taking it for granted that the lady who had consented to be his wife was not a virgin dawned on him he became very red. I played with his confusion a while before putting him at ease. "So you see your 'conjecture' was wrong. I am a virgin still, but I admit having been naked in Harry's arms, and that though I refused to allow him to empty his manly juice into my womb he has outraged me with my full consent in other ways. Passionately in love with him as I am I thought it a shame to surrender my last citadel to the man who was not my husband, and he was good enough not to press me, though more than once I believe I could not have resisted. I preserved my cunt for my lawful spouse's prick, and now I see it I wish I hadn't." I took the fearful thing in my hand, and could not fully enfold it. "Lawry dear," said I: "you will hurt me dreadfully if you try to drive that into me, and yourself, too, I should think. It was not without fear and trembling I viewed the possibility of having to receive Harry in my cunny, and his is not nearly so thick as yours. Still I suppose it is our duty to try." He had scarcely got half an inch in when the pain became insupportable, and I could not forbear squealing. There is no need to go into details. He tried again and again that night and since, but never got more than the head in without causing me such a pang that I could not bear it, and shrieked to him to stop. So here I am a virgin still, and Lawry has gone off to reimburse himself for his disappointment with some dashing French whore who has attracted his fancy. Come, oh come, my darling to my aid. I have given my husband his chance, and he has failed, and I can now let you fuck me with a clear conscience. Hurry, my beloved, to my rescue, and do not let me have the shame of returning from my honeymoon a maiden still.
I was tickled to death at this appeal. It would not have been polite to refuse to aid a lady in distress, and I went. I suppose she gave Dennymore a hint to keep out of the way, for I saw nothing of him for several days, and occupied Mary's bed as a matter of course. My first proceeding was to thoroughly anoint both cock and cunt. Mary exclaimed:
-Well I never? Fancy our not thinking of that! And after seeing Jim do it, too, to Dicky's arse, when you wretches fucked her jointly. What a pair of fools we have been! Nice sort of husband I've got, who doesn't know enough to grease my cunt, with a beastly fat prick like his! Where did he learn to fuck?
The bride's lips curled contemptuously, and she seemed quite indignant at poor Dennymore's ignorance.
It was a tight fit, but I got in after some coaxing. Mary squeaked a little, but insisted on my persevering.
-The nut's in, dear: oh you've cracked something ... my maidenhead, I suppose. It's creeping on. Push a little more-ah, it's past the tight place ... oh ... oh. Never mind my squeals: I'm so glad. Hurrah! it's all in! Holloa? what's that?
Mary was just beginning a tattoo of triumph on my backside when I ranged my prick up alongside her womb, and drove it home with a vigorous jerk. I lay still for a moment and let her feel the full length of the instrument, swelling and throbbing in her belly, while she chanted a paean of thanks giving at the downfall of her virginity.
-But it isn't quite completed yet, you know. There is a little ceremony known as emission to take place before you can consider yourself altogether a woman. Now my pet, I want a new bicycle, and I'll bet you one to a bracelet that what I'm going to pour in fluid comes out of this little cunt solid as flesh and bone in or about nine months' time.
A beautiful expression crept over the bride's face-the expression Lawry ought by rights to have seen there the first night.
-Oh, my hero, my Apollo, do you really think you will make me a mother? Will you really get me a beautiful baby? I do hope it will be a boy, with a long, long cock, and a handsome face like yours. Oh lovely, oh splendid, to think in a moment you will be shooting your manly spunk right into the best place for it. Oh my darling, how much we have wasted up my bottom or down my throat! Go on now, but not too fast. I want to feel as the others do when you fuck them. I know I shall scream with joy.
She twined the long legs fiercely into mine, and I increased the pace. It pained her when the head came back to the tight place and she called out, but I took no notice and with a few quick strokes spent furiously. Another girl would have been disappointed, but Mary knew my power and waited for me to resume, kissing and mumbling over me meanwhile. I continued, and before I came again she was wriggling and sighing herself in the ecstasies of a genuine emission.
-There, sweetheart, if that isn't a good straight poke, as Gladys is so fond of remarking with sly emphasis at billiards, may my prick never melt away in a virgin cunt again.
-The sensation is exquisite, but the position, as the philosopher remarked, is "damned ridiculous!" replied Mary with a sigh. Dear boy! to fuck me so thoughtfully. What a state your prick is in! just as it was when it came out of Dicky's quim the first time. Dear thing!
The loving girl first kissed it, and then, unawed by its condition, covered with the reddish froth it had churned up in her bleeding crack, she softly licked up the remains of her virginity.
-It's nothing but a great big teat now, she cried merrily: fancy if we girls only had a pair like it hanging from our bubbies! What fun you boys would have, making them stiff.
-They get pretty stiff sometimes as it is. I know a girl who used to fuck herself on her friend's nipples, so long and hard were they when she was in heat.
Lor' did she? They must have been a bit bigger than my wee things.
Mary got her bellyful of grummit that night, but as it turned out she was easily satisfied. She was not essentially amorous, and a few goes were enough for her, nor did she come so often or so heartily as you would have thought from her spooniness. She perceived this herself and deplored it.
-Somehow, she remarked piteously, I don't seem, after all, to want it so badly as I thought. That old wretch. Lady G. and Gladys always get more excited and hotter the more they are fucked, and here you've only poked me four times, and I'm quite satisfied.
I told her it was her nature, and it wouldn't do if every woman was as randy as myself, or they would always be at it, and become as sterile as regular whores, whereas, my dear, I mean to plant a lot of babies in this fertile patch (slapping her belly).
-Oh no, Harry, not a lot: but two or three I hope. Perhaps Lawrence will have a say if he ever gets his prick in far enough. Dear me, I am afraid Mr. Dennymore is a gentleman of rather low tastes. Do you know how he has been amusing himself? Dipping his fingers in my cunt, and sucking 'em! He rubs me up till my pussy gets heated and moist, and then laps the stuff off his fingers. A novel way of gamahuching a girl, isn't it? And already he has told me some pretty stiff yarns about his factory girls. He says a lad is never sent into a room where they are at work but the girls catch him, take out his prick, and dab it over with paste. I don't know how many he has fucked, and they must have tremendous cunts, for he seems to have had no difficulty in getting into them, and he boasts he has got quite a number in pup. The girls it appears, are rather proud of being so distinguished by the "young master," and so far from being a source of shame and an object of concealment, a girl with a big belly is openly envied by the rest, and queens it over them. He seems so concerned at having to keep up a house in town, and be away so long from his Lancashire lasses that I suggested to him to start a harem in London, and bring them down in batches. There he can revel among their fat thighs and horse-collar cunts as freely as he desires, and leave me free to fuck with a gentleman, as after all a lady should, eh, my love?
That is what Dennymore really did. He used to have three or four wenches down, treat them to a holiday in town, and when their freshness was off send them back, as often as not with a braw brat stowed under their pinnies. Thanks to my good services he was able to fuck his wife at times, but as he always hurt her he wisely refrained from troubling her too much, and they got on so well as friends that Mary at times used to visit the house where he kept the girls in the guise of a superior mistress of his, and take part in the orgies. The youngsters saw from her dress and jewelery that she was a good many cuts above them, but never dreamed of her real relationship to their master.
Sometimes I assisted. A favourite tableau of Dennymore's was to arrange three naked girls on their knees, get Mary to stand astride the middle one, and lay bare her bottom too. He fucked the centre whore, sucked his wife's arse-hole and cunt, and frigged the outer girls, stopping occasionally for his particular trick of sucking his cunt-stained fingers. This he called playing the piano.
The fat arses tempted me now and then to show them that a cock like mine was good for other things than mere cunts. Unbounded was their astonishment when they saw me penetrate Mary's arse-hole, and still more when I forced it into their own.
-La, you gentlemen do be up to tricks, said one.
-But the maaster couldna win his way oop our bottoms so easily. It's a maarcy he's nayver tried.
I thought so too.
The room was furnished with concealed peep-holes, which I suggested to Lawry as likely to afford him and his friends some fun. It was at my suggestion, too, that the following trick was played on the girls, and Denny-more was so delighted that he made a regular practice of it. The night before the batch then on tap were to be sent back to the North the lassies were ordered naked into the main room. They expected their master and perhaps a friend or two, but instead half a dozen brawny navvies and sailor men or what not, whoever Lawrence had been able to engage for the fun, were let loose on them and the door locked.
From the peep-holes a wild scene met the view. The men, dazzled at first by the array of naked beauties, soon rushed on their prey, and after a lot of tumultuous screaming and struggling, an hour or two of promiscuous fornication followed. As there was always a man or two more than the number of girls occasionally there was a scrapping match when two wanted the same bitch. If she was one who had been sodomized a little she generally pacified them by promising to satisfy both at once: if not proceedings were suspended and fists came into play instead of virile members. The noise and shrieking of the girls as the excited men battered themselves, mingled in a lively chorus with the curses of the amorous gladiators. It was very amusing too, to watch the rapid play of nude limbs and pricks darting in and out of the cunts as the fellows rammed their mounts in all sorts of positions.
If Mary was present she was on her knees at the view point, with my cock up her arse or cunny. Lawrence either had a fancy whore for his partner, or relieved his feelings by face-fucking Mary, who had conceded him that privilege, for, despite his birth he was a likeable and smart young fellow. Mary always vowed, though, that even a commoner's spunk tasted different to a gentleman's, but I think she was prejudiced.
At the end of nine months the Hon. Mrs. Dennymore presented me with a bicycle, and her husband with an heir, who bore my sign "penal." After her second child she filled out into a stately woman. As Lawry remarked, I had "fucked her into shape." He is inordinately proud of his wife, and has never repented his bargain. Nor, I believe, has Mary, for he is a very complaisant husband, and denies her nothing. But if she preserved her youth to a hundred she would never be a first-rate grind. She hasn't enough electricity in her strokes. She is not a woman of fire.
Chapter X
The adventure with a nymphomaniac I alluded to above happened in the rural district that afterwards became the scene of my pseudo-honeymoon with Aurora Trill. I was there for a few days' fishing, and one day was approached by a young girl who betrayed what seemed an unusual interest in my handling of the rod. She was presentable, warm-busted, and had a generally liquorish air. Next day she turned up again, and her advances were so unmistakable that my blood, hot enough always, was soon fired, and I began to mug and pull her about. Scarcely had my lips touched hers than she began to sigh, pant, and wriggle in a style that showed she was no novice. I had her bubbies out in a trice, produced my prick, and asked her "if she thought she could manage that?"
The girl's eyes gleamed with a sort of frenzy, her lips twitched, and she sucked her breath in little gasps.
-Yes, I think I could, if ...
But I didn't wait to hear more. We were sitting beneath a pollard willow tree on the banks of a stream. I laid her down and turned up her dress. Her thighs were big and firm-a desirable wench she seemed, and a good lively hump I made no doubt. But imagine my disgust when, arriving at the centre of emotions I found she was padlocked!
I let out a hearty curse, and it was replied to by a peal of shrill laughter from the tree above! I'm damned if there weren't two girls sitting in the branches, dangling their legs unabashed, and screaming over my discomfiture!
It appeared they knew the girl well, and were perfectly aware of her ruttish propensities, and what was coming. The poor wretch was the daughter of a farmer in the vicinity, and her nymphomania was so pronounced that they had fastened her quim up to keep her away from the ploughboys and rustics who had been fucking her right and left. It was a silly thing to do, for if they had let her alone she would probably have been rammed till she was cured and as it was she was well on her way to a madhouse.
On the whole I was rather glad I had not come after the Hodges, but I was annoyed beyond measure at the time. Reaching up suddenly I seized one of the giggling pair in the tree. There was a shriek and a scramble, and the mocking bird hung by one leg to a branch, her clothes falling down and unveiling her privates which she vainly sought to screen with her hands. Despite her cries and remonstrance's I coolly unfastened all the buttons and strings I came across, and exposed a lot of bare flesh. I ascertained she was a virgin by fingering her crack. All the time my prick was sticking out in full view, and, determined to fuck something. I dragged the girl off the tree, forced her down, and regardless of her cries proceeded to rape her. I bade the padlocked animal see the other did not get away, which she was very willing to do.
-I'll teach you to laugh at me, I said savagely, driving my cock into the girl's twat. I paid no attention to her sobs, consummated the rape, and went on afresh whereat I could see they were all astonished. This course finished, after a breather.
-Your turn now (to the other). It's no use your kicking. You evidently watched me and wanted to see some fun, and you're getting it. You needn't plead modesty, innocence, and that rot, because you haven't any.
Her maidenhead was knocked in-in fact I fucked the pair half a dozen times or more, and at the end they were enjoying it as much as myself. All three were astounded at my vigour, and the nymphomaniac pleaded so hard for "a bit of that beautiful thing" that next day I procured a file, broke a link of the chain in such a way that it could be refastened at will, and having rinsed her quim out with some Condy's fluid, shoved my prick up. There's no denying that girl's cunt had a grip like a vice. She would have been an awkward customer in a quiet bed, for she shrieked and gabbled aloud all the time, and I had to be careful not to let her bite me, as she tried in her frenzy to do. Neither dare I put my prick in her mouth for fear I might lose the tip, though I made the others suck it as a matter of course. I got a little amusement by fucking her while she was gamahuching one of the others, for as soon as the prick thoroughly excited her she began to chew the girl's cunt and made her squeal. When next I returned to the place the whole lot had gone, and what became of them I never knew. Anyhow it was no fault of mine if the nymphomaniac had to be sent to an asylum in the end.
I knew another of the breed-a big, burly actress, well known on the English-speaking stage. She always insisted on her leading man acting as stallion for her, and to his disgust gave him plenty of understudies. She was insatiable.
-By God, said one of them; she not only wants it night and morning but wakes up in the night and wants it then, too! An india rubber man couldn't stand it.
