married.
“Well, that wasn't my fault,” she replied laughingly. “It was always there ready for you. But you are like all the men. They think that if they give their wives dresses and jewellery that is all we want, and if once a week they give us a hurried grind we ought to be satisfied, and if a man does know how to poke a woman properly-which very few do — he reserves all his talents for his mistress, because he thinks she knows how to do it better.”
“To be sure,” she added, “many wives are also to blame. All they think of is their husband's dinner, whereas if they thought less of his belly and more of what was below it, there would be more happy couples.”
There is no need to describe in detail the rest of this eventful night, suffice it to say that, thanks to the flagellation, and a little skilful aid from Maud's hand and tongue, Brandon was enabled to get off a couple more turns before he fell asleep by his wife's side.
Even this did not complete his performance, for when he woke in the morning his tool was stiff, as is usually the case with a man in good health. Maud was lying on her back fast asleep, and quite naked, and looked so lovely and tempting in the morning light that he would have been unworthy of the name of man if he had not taken advantage of the chance.
He gently pulled apart her big, firm, well-rounded thighs, and then kneeling between them, opened the soft pink lips of her rosy love-cleft with his fingers and inserted the head of his huge tool. Maud was probably awake all the time, but she took care not to open her eyes till he had quietly pushed more than half the big red column into the soft, warm, wet receptacle. Then she pretended to wake with a start. “What, again!” she cried with well feigned surprise. “Well, it's lucky I am a good strong girl, and can take a good deal of grinding, for I do not think there are many women who could stand five assaults in one night from such a huge machine as you have. But if you will take it out, Bob, I will show you a new way which I think will please you, and which not many women, even professionals, can do.”
“You won't trick me if I take it out?” said her husband.
“Of course not, you silly boy! I like it just as much as you do, or perhaps more, but you are very heavy, and your long stroke drive all the breath out of me.
“All right, little woman, I don't want to hurt you, so what do you want me to do?”
“Why, get off- that's it-and now lie flat on your back in the middle of the bed.”
Brandon did as he was told, and lay down as directed, his grand tool-superbly stiff from being interrupted when it was half way to its goal, lying straight against his belly.
Maud's eyes glistened with pleasure as she looked at it. “You are a beauty, my dear,” she said, as she caressed it with her hand, and bent down her pretty face and gave it a little kiss on its big, red, proudly swelling head. “It seems quite a pity to spoil you and make you all limp, but I don't think you much mind that.”
“You'll take all the stiffness out of it quicker than you intended, Maud, if you keep on handling it. Make haste and slip it in, darling, or I shall think you are afraid of it.”
“I'll soon show you whether I am afraid of it, sir,” replied Maud, and she threw one leg over his body and knelt on the bed with one leg each side of him. Then, putting her left hand round behind her thigh, she caught hold of his tool and pulled it up straight. Next, with her right hand she held apart the lips of her sweet rosy cleft, and gently lowered her body till the big head of the great column had disappeared.
“Now remember, Bob,” she said with mock gravity, and holding up her finger, “you are not to move. I daresay you will want to shove it in further, but you must conquer the inclination or you will spoil the game.”
“All right,” he replied. “I will do whatever you want — if I can.” Maud continued to lower her body until about two thirds of his prickle had entered her.
“That will do,” she cried. “If your old pet were not so long I could let it all in, but now it is just right. Do you feel anything darling?”
“Yes,” he replied, “I can feel something tickling the tip of my tool most deliciously.”
“That is my clitty playing round it. Now do you feel anything?”
“Yes; my old man is being squeezed and pressed and sucked as though it were in your mouth. What have you got inside there, Maud?”
A lady who had travelled in Turkey told me that some of the Turks have in their harems women who are called nutcrackers, who can make a man spend by working the muscles of their vulva. She taught me how to do it and I used to practise — only with a candle, of course — but I wasn't sure I could do it, but I never told you anything about it because — I was — afraid — you wouldn't — respect me.
“Respect you, darling!” he replied. “When I think that I have been night after night lying close to the cleverest little coynte in all England and never found out its beauties, I could kick myself. This is heavenly.”
He closed his eyes and seemed lost in ecstasy, whilst Maud knelt astride him apparently motionless, though all the muscles of her vulva were at work squeezing, gripping, sucking, and exciting the pleasant intruder who had ventured into that nest of delight. “Maud! I'm co — co — coming,” he murmured at last.
She, her eyes gleaming with lust, opened her legs, and gave a downward thrust which made all the rest of the great column disappear into her widely gaping, insatiable coynte, and throwing her body upon his, lay motionless with her warm mouth to his, her very being melted in the warm flood of love which was being spurted into her womb.
They lay thus for some minutes, and then his now limp tool slipped out of her cleft, and Maud, with a merry laugh, got off him, though he tried to retain her.
“No, no,” she said, “that is quite enough for the present. I shall have you knocking yourself up, and unable to do anything for a month, and now you have begun so well I hope you will continue.”
“You shall see,” he cried. “Oh, Maud darling, I love you better than ever, and yet last night I felt as though I could have killed you.”
“Well, sir,” she replied with a laugh, “I think you did your best. Five times! And your great thing is fully nine inches long! That makes nearly four feet of tool that you drove with all your might into my poor little belly. You have stretched me so that I shall be hardly able to walk for a day or two. But at any rate I have convinced you of the merits of flagellation.”
“Oh, yes, I acknowledge that,” he said. “It is very efficacious — but I think I like the nut-cracking best. Maud dear,” he whispered confidentially, “you're not too modest, are you dear, to let me see what you did that with?” Maud blushed.
“It's not much good either of us pretending to be modest,” she replied, “when we're both of us stark naked, and making no attempt to hide what we've each got, but I don't intend to let you peep inside my slit all the same.”
“Why not?” he asked.
“Because you would be obliged to touch it to look inside, and then you would want to put something else besides your finger in.”
“Oh, no, I promise I wouldn't. Besides,” he added dolefully, “you have taken it down so effectually, that I couldn't if I wanted to.”
“Well, I suppose I must, if you insist,” said Maud, and sitting on the edge of the bed, he threw her body back, and opened her thighs as wide as ever they would go.
Brandon came and knelt between her legs, and admired the rich forest of curly golden hair. Then with his fingers he gently opened the big lips, and made a long and careful inspection of the interior. When he had finished, he bestowed a long loving kiss on “the mouth with no teeth,” and rose to his feet.
“You're a sweetly pretty girl, Maud,” he said, “and that isn't the least pretty part about you. But I am as wise as I was before!”
Well, if you've quite done rummaging my secret charms,” said Maud, “we'll have breakfast.”
Thanks to Maud's receptive and nut-cracking capabilities, and Brandon's fine proportioned “lady-killer,” the reconciliation which was the outcome of this night of delirious lust was complete and lasting, but Brandon was absurdly jealous, and always imagined that his wife would some day cease to be satisfied with the amount of rogering he was able to give her, and would seek in the arms of other men to assuage her passions.
In this he wronged her, for though Maud was of a warm, amorous full-blooded nature, and could easily have taken more than her husband gave her; though he thoroughly appreciated her charms and was more liberal of his embraces than ever — she was not lascivious, nor likely to deceive a husband whom she knew did the best he could, merely to gratify sensual passions.
