when she has been well fucked. Come and show them together, my dear.' Ethel ranged up, and I'm dashed if her arse wasn't the exact counterpart in shape of the elder lady's. Only the size was different.
The contour was just the same, and even the dimple in the cheeks was there. I couldn't help kissing and hugging the two beautiful moons-the full and the half-and the handsome creatures, looking over their shoulders, smiled down approval of my homage. I persuaded them to take various postures, kneeling one above the other, lying on top of one another back to belly, and finally Rose lying on her back with a cushion to bring the broad hams into prominence while Ethel straddled her. Luscious white thighs, cunts, arses and arseholes stood out in full relief. It was an engaging and cock-stirring scene, and mentally I promised myself that as the two ladies seemed so easynatured it should not be the last of the kind.
Rose, noticing my cock was regaining its vigour, threw herself across me again, and frigging the inviting shaft with rapid fingers carried my hand to her wet cunny and provoked me to imitate her. Leaning over to my ear she said quietly, 'If you carry your hand a little further, dear, you will find I have more than one hole. Both are equally at your service.' 'Do you mean this?' I said delightedly, shifting my hand between the pendant cheeks, and searching out the orifice.
'Yes, ducky. Put your finger in and tickle it; don't be afraid.' 'Why,' I stammered, 'isn't that…?' 'Buggery?-oh no: only a sort of preliminary.' 'It is true, then, that men sometimes shove their pricks up bottoms.' 'Rather!' put in Ethel laughing at my shocked expression.
'Didn't I tell you one of mother's friends only used her bottom. Well, he scarcely ever fucks her anywhere else, except when mamma sucks his cock. Sometimes, to tease him, she won't let go till it spits out its cream into her mouth.' I began to wonder whether I had not really hit on two arrant whores despite their style and their abode. By this time I had got a greasy finger well into the upper hole. It slipped in without trouble. Rose twisted and wriggled and evidently enjoyed the feeling.
'Isn't your quim rather wet?' I suggested; 'aren't you going to wipe it?' 'Wipe it! Not much, when I've got a naked boy and a randy girl to lick and clean it. What can be more attractive to suck and taste than a well-fucked cunt? Look here.' Rose rammed her hand into her quim and licked it passionately.
Digging her fingers in again she smeared her voluptuous lips with the contents and pressed them to mine. I was not prepared for this and squirmed a bit, to their amusement.
'That seems to surprise you, young man. Ethel, get down and lick my cunt till it is dry.' Ethel sat on the floor, leaned her face under the fleshy canopy, and brought her head up against my balls with her mouth on the reeking cunt. Rose put her hands down and opened it to its full extent. I could easily see her daughter's tongue busily rummaging in the strongscented cavern 'Good girl; you deserve a fuck now. But we will go upstairs where there are more conveniences.' Taking with us some refreshments, to which we heartily applied ourselves, we ascended, and went into Rose's bedroom. The chamber was large and, besides the bed, held a number of low chairs, and a lounge of peculiar shape, curving at the end and very sloping at the head. But what struck me most was the number of mirrors. There was a large one in the ceiling above the bed, one in the framework of the bed-end, two cheval- glasses, almost full length, and two more in a wardrobe. The first thing they did was to strip off the remainder of my clothes, and then the well-lighted chamber seemed full of flitting naked forms. Observing me looking curiously at the mirrors about the bed, Rose said, 'You see, the one above enables me to watch the hairy arses of my fuckers bobbing about, or gives them a still more entrancing view, though I say it myself, when I'm on top' (slapping her backside significantly). 'The one at the foot is principally for my lovers, as I find they like to see their pricks surging in and out of my quim or my bottom, as may be. It is also useful in many other positions that give a spice to fucking by their variety and novelty.' 'Get on top of his prick, Ethel, and let him have a view of that bonny bottom at work.' Ethel did so with a little cry of pleasure, for she had been waiting for her turn long enough, and having worked my cock into her still narrow notch, began a charming rise and fall that were duly reflected in both glasses. I could see the whole length of my doodle appearing and disappearing, and very proud I felt of it as I perceived how it distended her quim. The lips progressively curved inwards till nothing but a smooth ellipse of flesh could be seen with the great piston boring into the centre. Rose, after letting me enjoy the view for a while, laid herself on my legs, and actually had the nerve to get a big toe into her cunt on which she leisurely began a frig. Bending forward she sucked at my balls, and occasionally licked my prick as it emerged from the sheath formed by her daughter's rapidly moistening cunny. Finally she got her hand under my arse and pushed the tip of her finger into my anus, twisting it round and round and giving me an indescribable sensation of shame and pleasure combined.
'Sing out you two fuckers when you are going to spend-but I see you're just coming, for Ethel's cunt is opening and shutting fast. Ah, here we are!' We both gave several quick lurches, and grabbed frantically at any flesh under our hands. Then Ethel's bottom subsided, burying my cock to the root, and Rose humorously swore she could hear the spunk fizzing into her daughter's belly.
My prick dropped out and she closed the lips of the freshfucked twat and bade Ethel hold them so. Reclining on the couch, which I now saw threw her crack well up, she drew Ethel astride of her.
'Now, show your mettle, Harry. Here's a couple of loving and most fucksome women: do something to show you are pleased with your good luck. Don't leave all the indecencies to us. Suck these cunts, my dear lad.' By this time, warmed, too, with wine, my native randiness had got its head. I was game for anything, and made no difficulty about extracting from the pink little cunny the semen I had just lavished there, nor of heartily gamahuching the much more formidable gash below. I took care at the same time to sodomise both bottoms with my finger.
'Charming,' said Ethel, 'he's a regular love, mamma, and I'm so glad we fell in with him.' 'Yes,' said Rose, drawing all three of us in front of a mirror: 'he is a strong-backed, lusty-pricked young gentleman' (running her hands most pleasantly over my bottom and between my thighs, and again sucking my breasts), 'a fine plum for two amorous bitches like ourselves. What do you think of us, Harry? You have never seen anything like this, have you?' She pointed to their figures in the mirror and certainly had reason to be proud of the sight, for it revealed a luxuriant, voluptuous woman, with magnificent bubbies and formidable thighs, supporting a powerful arse and broad curving belly, while by her side were the rounded, tempting limbs of a naked girl whose handsome face was beaming with amiability and whose eye was moist with a store of passion still only partly drawn upon, but as munificent as her mother's.
I hugged and kissed them rapturously, and they returned my embraces with interest.
'Do you know what I am going to do?' said Rose with resolution, and a glitter in her eye. 'I am… going… to… suck… your… arse… hole… my boy.
Yes, I am' (in response to a look of astonishment), 'I'm damned if I'm not, and I'm going to let you see me do it.' 'It may be dirty,' laughed Ethel.
'I don't care if it is a little… high. A bit of flavour only adds piquancy to the act-not that I do this to many. I generally leave my sweethearts to do that for me, but this boy has got under my skin, and I'd lick his arse if he'd just come from the crapper… there! Down you get, or if you like I'll lie back in this low chair, and you can rest your bum on my face. You will see equally well, and Ethel can amuse herself sucking your prick.' I preferred this arrangement, and felt quite elated to see the handsome woman dart her tongue into my most shameful recess, and carefully draw it up and down the whole length of the dark ravine between my buttocks. Ethel appropriated the dangling penis, and for a few moments both mouths were silently at work.
'There, Harry,' said Rose, with a sigh of satisfaction at the performance of this act of wantonness; 'it may be a long time before another woman will do that for you. I suppose you must think we are a curious pair.
Frankly, what do you think of us?' 'I think you are just too fucksome for words. I am sure no regular whores would have treated me to such a regale as you have. But you are not whores.' 'Only when we get into the company of a handsome persuasive young gentleman' (I could not see I had exercised much persuasion), 'naked like this. And then, as you see, we treat him as no professional would, even were she paid for it, except perhaps at a very high price. And all for affection. There is no argument like a good standing prick on a fine young fellow to bring out a woman's randiness. While Ethel is sucking yours into order I will tell you something about ourselves, and you will then understand how we come to enjoy ourselves as inclination directs without shame or reserve. By night we are two unrestrained fuckers, like this, or will be, for Ethel, as you know, has only just begun; by day we are two respectable ladies moving in good society.' We took up a negligent pose on the broad bed, Ethel lying between my legs, supported upon her elbows and sucking my soft prick like a lollipop. Occasionally she titillated my bollocks, or 'postillioned' my anus as she called it (a word I now know to be borrowed from our inventive friends across the Channel). Her mother, spreading her thighs wide, openly frigged herself with a slow and easy motion or, from time to time, guided my hand to the sensitive aperture and made me do it for her. With the other hand she held her bosom to my mouth in order to get the delicious tickling imparted by the impact of my tongue on the point of her
