and the rich tuft of auburn hair which nestled in the voluptuous angle at their junction.
With muttered entreaties, she begged him not to take advantage of her weakness, but the feeble lamb might as well ask pity from its devourer; not that Dick felt at all like a devourer, he was conscious only of being impetuously driven on by his all-subduing passion. He pushed her back by his weight, and gently but firmly separated her closely pressed thighs. Then he got the first view of her charm of delight. The pouting lips seemed throbbing with desire. As he parted the soft, moist folds with his fingers, they felt hotter than those of any cunt he had ever touched. He pressed his middle finger up the tightfitting passage, and he felt a kind of living suction inside, as if some vital force was acting on the incoming digit. She gasped, while tears trickled down her blushing cheeks. He kissed them off, and while doing so released his fiery charger, and placed his ruddy crest within the projecting ridges of her cunt, now burning for enjoyment of the unknown but much desire pleasure.
He plunged in, not without difficulty to himself and pain to her; but she was so terribly excited, and so eager for the coming joy, that she heaved madly against him; and between the two opposing forces his stiff prick rushed at one bound into the soft warm bed so ready for its reception. A shiver of delight passed through her languid frame. Her overstrained muscles relaxed their tension, and all the feeling of her body seemed centred in the region of love as she breathed out, 'Oh, Mr Dick! It is too much, you will have your will of me at last! Oh, yes, I will be good to you, it is delicious, oh!'
Dick quickly spent, and after reposing for a few moments in her now loving arms, recommenced his cunt- stirring, soul-thrilling movements and in the midst of warm kisses and gentle love-murmurs finished his second course.
From that evening, Polly was all his own, and at night when everyone had retired, and all the house was still, she used to creep into his room and pass the happy hours in his fond embrace.
Under Dick's tuition, she acquired a practical acquaintance with the various ways of fucking, and all the favourite modes of producing sexual excitement. She seemed to take special delight in using lascivious terms and expressions; she talked freely of his prick, bollocks and spunk; to please him she held open her cunt for his inspection, then squatting down, she willingly piddled before him, and said: 'Now you must piddle for me, and I'll hold the chamber and let you piddle through my fingers; then she sucked his prick; in short, she made use of every device to inflame his passion and gratify his lust.
Dick had soon to discontinue his stimulating drugs, for he felt that otherwise he would be consumed in the volcano he had himself ignited and stirred up.
Moreover, Dick loved variety and desired fresh conquests. He therefore put forth all his powers of persuasion to induce Polly to aid him in his efforts to gain the favours of the two sisters.
Polly was not naturally of a jealous disposition, and being very much under his influence, and exceedingly fond of the sport herself, she readily entered into his view.
Fortune too favoured him in a most unexpected manner, Jim hurt her leg climbing a tree, and a tumour formed on the inside of her thigh. Mrs Bond consulted Dick, and allowed him to examine Jim in her presence.
He lanced the tumour and ordered a poultice, and said she would require both rest and care.
The tumour was very near her little cunny and although her mother tried to keep it covered, Dick managed to get a good peep at the smooth little chink while he pretended not to see it at all.
The poultice was to be changed every day, and the tumour reopened; so each morning, Dick, with the mother's help, performed the operation. After a few times, the mother, observing how delicately he discharged his duty, uncovered her without scruple before him, and Jim opened her legs to give him more room to examine her. But one morning Mrs Bond had to go out, and she sent Polly to tell Dick to visit her daughter as usual.
Jim always enjoyed his visits, and liked to feel his hand moving about her as he was so skilful and tender in his touches; and though he often pressed the poultice to the ridges of her modest little slit, she was quite unconscious of his object, and much enjoyed his caressing touch.
So, on this occasion, her face lighted up with pleasure when she saw him enter her room. She lay back and held up her clothes while he examined her, and when he asked her to open her legs more, she spread them out as widely as she could.
Dick now feasted his eyes on her budding charms as he gave directions to Polly about preparing the poultice. He gently passed his hand over the fat smooth lips, and with the tip of his finger rubbed lightly up and down the warm cleft.
She felt the thrilling effect of his knowing touches, and with a flushing face, said: 'That was very nice, Mr Dick; it quite removes the pain.'
'Yes, dear, that is what I am trying to do, the nerves here are very sensitive and this friction stills the pain.'
When Polly came with the poultice, she was not a little surprised to see Jim lying back with her thighs wide apart, her eyes closed and her face flushed with pleasure, while Dick leaned over her with one hand under her bottom and the other busily engaged in frigging the rosy slit of the projecting cunt.
'See, Polly, I have almost cured Miss Jemima by rubbing this sweet little mouth; she quite enjoys my touching her here, don't you, Jim?'
'Yes, Mr Dick, it feels very nice, and has quite lulled the pain!'
'It is such a pretty little mouth, too; I would so like to kiss it; might I, Jim?'
'Oh, no, Mr Dick, you surely would not kiss me there — nobody would do that.'
'Yes, there is somebody that would, and somebody that will,' and raising her plump little bottom with his hand, he pressed his mouth between the pouting lips and took a long sucking kiss. Jim's face glowed with pleasurable excitement, and turning to Polly, she asked: 'Did you ever know such a thing?'
'Yes, indeed, Miss Jemima, I have heard it said that when men are very fond of us they like to kiss us there.'
Meanwhile dick sucked her clitoris, and frigged her with his tongue and he soon felt the thrill of pleasure agitate her frame.
She breathed fast and hard, and then lay back with her eyes closed.
When she recovered, he kissed her mouth and said, 'You are a sweet little pet, Jim, and as I have relieved the pain, I will put on the poultice and leave you to rest.'
She smiled and said: 'Thanks, Mr Dick, you have given me great ease, and you are very kind.'
Dick then motioned Polly to accompany him, and when they were out of hearing, she laughed and said: 'You are a terrible man, Mr Dick, you seem to get your way with us all.'
'Well, I have made a fair beginning,' he said, 'and I must leave the rest in your hands. She will be sure to question you, and you know to lead her on — return to her now, and tell me about all that passes.'
When Polly and I were next alone, she told me that when she went back to Jim, she at once began: 'Well, Polly, isn't Dicksie' (a pet name they had for me among themselves) 'a funny man! I can't to think what made him kiss me between my legs but, do you know, it felt so very nice I don't think I could refuse him if he asked me again.'
'Of course you would not, he is very fond of you and that's why he kissed you there.'
'But, Polly, it made me feel so hot and the heat is there still.'
'Let me see,' said Polly, and she lifted her skirt, Jim leaned back and opened her thighs and Polly softly and tenderly frigged the little love slit, and went on: 'This is the part of us woman that men are always thinking of, and longing to see and feel, and do something else to, tool'
'Why what else could they do?' 'Do you know what they have themselves?'
'No, Polly, how could I?'
'Ah you do, every girl knows; you have surely seen little boys' cocks?'
'Oh, yes, is that what you mean? I thought you meant something big.'
'And so I do; when little boys grow they become big cocks.'
'And what have big cocks got to do with us, that's what I want to know?'
'Just this: they are made to go into us here, and that's why this little crevice is like a mouth, and when you grow older hair will come there like a man's moustache.'
'How funny! I never thought of that; you are older that I, have you a moustache there? Show it to me, Polly, there's a good girl.' Polly allowed her to lift her dress as she stood by her side; then Jim put one hand behind her bottom and drew her nearer, while she pushed the other between her legs to open them, and exclaimed: 'Oh, my! So you have! And so bushy and soft! And such thick lips! And so hot inside!
