I withdrew my hand, sopping and scented with Rose's discharge, and remembering Ethel's trick, laid it on the girl's mouth. She kissed and licked it, saying, 'Mamma, I'm afraid you've been having a spend.
Harry's hand tastes very much to my fancy as if it had been up your naughty thing.' I sniffed at it myself, and found it impregnated not only with the familiar odor di femina, but with some artificial fragrance as well. Both of them had scented themselves for the combat, and I detected the same incense under their arms, on their breasts, on their mottes, and afterwards in their dear little arseholes.
Rose now put her hand under my shirt and took possession of my elongated prick. She rapidly ran her hand along it, as though to test its dimensions, and heaved a sigh of satisfaction at finding it not too small.
Doubtless, knowing she was no tender pullet, she was afraid I might not entirely fill the gap in her anatomy through which many a stout prick had already passed. Still, it was a lascivious velvety cunt, and I looked forward with anxiety to the moment when I should be called upon to test its capacity.
'Be careful, dear lady,' I said, 'be careful, you know not what you do,' for, carried away by her excitement, she was groping and squeezing in a manner that threatened to send my spunk flying again.
'Yes,' she said smiling, 'I mustn't waste it. How are you built down below? She felt for my balls and gathered them in her hand. 'Capital, capital, they hold enough for six good fucks at least. What a night we will have! Now, Ethel, get up on that chair, and show Harry that pretty arse once more, and your delicate cunny.' 'Oh, mother,' protested Ethel, 'how you do run on. I'm sure Harry will take us for two lewd women of the town.' 'Whereas we are two highly respectable ladies,' laughed Rose, looking at her own nakedness and then at Ethel who was blushing to her bottom, and presenting a lovely pink and white spectacle-'especially in our present state. But Harry will learn in time that modesty goes off with the petticoats, and I feel sure he is not the man to shrink from an appetising fuck because it's spiced with a few seasonable immoralities.' 'No, no, I want to learn. Teach me all you know, dear ladies. You will hear no reproach from me. Remember I am only a beginner. I am clay to be moulded in the hands of the two most amiable women I have ever met, and the two most handsome, too,' I added enthusiastically.
'That's right, dear. You mustn't be surprised at anything, and afterwards I will tell you how it comes about you find us apparently so abandoned. Now feast your eye on that picture, and tickle my quim again nicely. And Ethel, keep your great bottom out of my face. I want to watch Harry as he gazes upon you, and enjoy the surprise upon his features. Bend down a little more, and open your cunt. It isn't as big as mine, Harry, but you will find you will be able to get thoroughly into it.
Probably you won't think her quite as good a fuck as I am, for all her youth, because she hasn't the experience. In fact Ethel has only allowed herself one sweetheart yet, and so, though she isn't exactly new, you will at any rate not find the gloss entirely off. As for me, old as I am' (she was only thirty-seven, or so), 'I can still' (with an amusing assumption of self-deprecation) 'afford suitable entertainment to man…' 'Or beast-if those fellows had got into you,' I put in. 'Yes: nice tit-bits two women like us would have proved for the ruffians. I am sure, by the look in their eyes, they meant to fuck us. Just fancy having to admit their filthy pricks into our decent cunts when a nice handsome boy was waiting for us!' 'Don't get excited, mamma, or your pussy will dilate so much that Harry will fall in bodily when he gets on top of you, and then there'll be no fucking for me.' Mamma's answer to this impertinence was to put her arm round the slender waist, and push the youthful bottom on my face. I kissed it eagerly, and tempted by the fragrant cunt, said, 'May I?' 'Of course, dear: kiss it, and suck it, too, if you like.' It was the first time I had thought of such a caress, or knew it to be allowable. Rose fitted the lovely arse on my face, and, excitedly frigging my staff, cried, 'Rub your cunt on his lips, Ethel: let him taste it all. Put your tongue in, Harry, well in. Gamahuche the little bitch. I warrant she wants it badly.' I did my best, and Ethel cooed and bobbed her bottom up and down and was only too delighted to get the chance of frigging her dainty crack on a masculine mouth. Rose's excitable manipulation had laid bare my most private parts, and her daughter was casting curious glances at the ruddy pole. I was the proud possessor of seven or eight inches of stout-headed penis, and the girl was probably wondering what effect it would have on her still unextended quim. Rose, seeing her eyes directed at the startling apparition, jocosely cried, 'Keep your eyes off, miss. The idea of an unmarried girl casting covetous glances at a man's horrid appurtenances! They must be hidden from sight at once.
Get up a minute, Harry.' I did, and Rose immediately pulled my trousers down, regardless of the fact that her action threw off her last mantle and left her completely naked. The broad belly with its splash of curly hair and the salient motte between the sweeping thighs made me lick my lips.
'There's nothing like naked flesh when you're going to have a hearty fuck,' said Rose, fitting my prick into her yawning crack and lowering herself again. 'I was tired of feeling this rough cloth on my bottom. A capital prick this, Ethel. I have swallowed it right up to the balls, and even they are between the lips.' She hoisted my shirt, and having fixed her tongue in my mouth as Ethel had done, moved up and down the shaft that was embedded in her belly. Ethel had gone round to the back of her mother, and was kneeling down doing something I could not see, but I felt her bosoms on my knees. I ventured to ask Rose what she was up to, but she merely smiled and said, 'What I'll do to you presently, my dear, if you fuck me well.' After the manipulation my cock had undergone, a few strokes of the powerful quim would have brought on a premature dischargewhich Rose was probably well aware of, for she stopped to give me a rest. Her sensations must all the same have been very pleasurable, for she murmured, 'Dear girl,' and writhed about, sucking my lips savagely, while her cunt began to contract ominously.
'Are you ready?' she cried. I nodded. Rose fairly bounded in the saddle, and abandoning all restraint screamed, 'Buck away, too, you young bugger; split my cunt if you can-let me feel your jelly-all, all. Do you hear? Deluge me, or I'll bite your balls off… ah… oh… lo-ovely… I am coming too!' Her head fell on my shoulder; the fleshy body quivered all over, and my hand, dropping to the enormous arse, encountered Ethel's face buried between the cheeks. The spunk hurtled from my spike and poured out in successive jets, a thick clotted stream, and Rose shrieked with pleasure as she felt it lubricating her excited vagina.
'Thank you, dear. It was a splendid fuck. And you-confess haven't I procured you a heavenly sensation? Did you ever dream before what fun you could get out of your prick, or that a woman had got such a pump between her thighs?'
CHAPTER 2
To sustain my part, I pretended wonder and delight and all the rest of it, and really I had never had so glorious a piece of copulation before.
The slippery cunt exercised such exquisite pressure, without too much force, on my tool that the latter seemed fairly to burst when the explosion came, and the intensity of the spasm left me momentarily without strength.
My gratification was not lessened when Rose said, 'Ethel, run and get a glass. I want to look at my quim. It seems to me to be spouting juice.
Yes,' she went on after examining it, 'good measure and running over.
Young man, you will be a notable fucker. Seldom have I received such a dose, and never from a comparative boy.' The reckless woman put a couple of fingers in her sticky cunt, let them soak, drew them forth with a supply of spend, and put them in her mouth. After rolling it round her tongue and savouring the taste she passed judgment with the air of a connoisseur sampling a choice vintage.
'Yes, good thick healthy spend: none of your thin gruel about that. It will give me the greatest pleasure to suck just such another lot straight out of your cads presently, Harry. You look astonished. Oh, I assure you it is just as nice to drink a man off as you found it to suck at Ethel's fountain a minute ago. But we must give you a rest. That was a very heavy spend. Have some more wine.' She turned, and the full proportions of her majestic arse for the first time burst on my view. What a noble dome it was! The very thought of having a bottom like that to play with at liberty made my prick begin to revive. Ethel saw my admiration and smiled.
'You appreciate mother's bottom? A good many gentlemen have found their pleasure there, haven't they, mamma? It's mother's greatest attraction to some. You don't know her yet, Harry, and you've no idea of the uses she can put it to. It makes me laugh though, sometimes, when I hear the men smacking it, and mamma grunting. She has one admirer who pays no attention to anything other than her bum.' 'Yes,' said Rose putting her hand behind her and most indecently shaking the cheeks and pulling them apart. 'I think my bottom's good for some years yet. There is no doubt a handsome bum is a great magnet to the men. Ethel will have a pretty good one, too,
