He put his hand on my buttocks, and rubbed the cheeks; then passing between my thighs, rubbed softly up and down. The side of his hand touched the lips of my cunt; I opened my thighs a little and he touched my cunt again, and yet again, each time pressing more firmly against the lips. He passed his other hand round in front and placed it on my mons, just beginning to be overspread with silky down. One finger slipped in between the lips. 'Oh! Dindee, that tickles me.' 'The other hand passed swiftly round, and with both together, he pressed my bottom into him. I felt the head of his prick poking stiffly between my thighs, and rubbing up against the lips of my cunt. He opened the lips with his fingers, and rubbed the head of his prick in the moist chink.
'He little knew how my cunt tingled as he said, 'Darling, missy, stoop a little.' ''What do you want to do, Dindee?' I asked, stooping as he wished me to, and twisting my bottom about.
''To fuck, darling missy, to fuck this lubly cunt.' ''Oh! Dindee! How it smarts! Oh, how strong you are! Hold me — I cannot stand against you.' He leaned forward, and let me down on my hands and knees, and grasping me firmly by the hips he pressed hard against me from behind. My cunt opened, and, oh girls! The dear soft thing I had been longing for passed up into my belly. It seemed to reach my very heart and filled me with supreme delight.
'How delicious is the first fuck! To feel the dear prick passing in and out through the clinging lips, rubbing every sensitive ridge, opening every voluptuous crease, and then, after a few vigorous strokes, pouring into you a hot flood of living spunk.
'The joy I felt in giving down my own share of love's essence was so great that I fell prone on my belly, with Dindee over me, pressing on my bottom, and his prick still soaking in my cunt.'
'Oh, Mrs Bond! I'm coming too,' cried Madge; 'rub your finger in the entrance. Oh! I'm coming. I'm coming.'
'Straddle over my face then, Madge, put your cunt on my mouth and let me taste your spending.'
Mary too resolved to share in the common ecstasy as she gazed with pleasure at the voluptuous prospect Madge presented with her mother's mouth buried in her cunt. So pulling up her skirts behind, she turned her naked arse in all its attractive beauty toward the table, while she frigged herself with her finger and lapped up the rich streams which now began to flow from her mother's fountain of delight.
Dick described this scene as being the most exciting spectacle he had ever witnessed, and though he had spent twice but a short time before, his prick was bounded up like steel, and he felt consumed with vehement desire. He had a shrewd suspicion, which he afterward found was correct, that Mrs Bond was perfectly aware of his presence, and was in fact only endeavouring to draw him out from his hiding place.
She was naturally of a prying disposition, especially in such matters, and by listening at doors and spying through peep-holes, she had made herself acquainted with all that was going on between Dick and her daughter; and had been for some time planning how she could turn her knowledge to account, not only in compelling Dick to marry her daughter, but in gratifying herself by a participation in their joy.
On this occasion she felt certain he was in the room, and her sagacious eyes at once fixed on the dressing- table as the only shelter that could afford him a sufficient hiding place.
She accordingly arranged the little scene on the bed and told her exciting story, both with the intention of drawing him out and then profiting by his excitement to make him give the promise she required and obtain for herself the gratification she desired.
She did not succeed however as she expected, for Dick, wishing to hear more of her extraordinary confession, by a great effort restrained himself.
Among her other distinguishing qualities, Mrs Bond never allowed that she was beaten. Apparent failure only nerved her for renewed and stronger effort.
So after resting a few moments on the bed, she sat up and said: 'My dears, we all want something to give us fresh spirit; run Mary to the pantry and fetch a little of my French liqueur.'
Mary soon returned with a decanter and glasses. The effect of the strong and highly spiced stimulant was soon apparent; Mrs Bond tumbled the two girls on the bed, tossed up their clothes, smacked their bottoms and kissed their cunts. They retaliated in like manner upon her, to her evident satisfaction.
'Now Mary,' she cried, 'I must have a good look at your own pussy; lie across the bed with your head resting on the edge, and I will straddle over you and suck your cunt while you watch Madge giving me a taste of the dildo.'
Mary placed herself in the desired position, and her mother, after fastening up her skirts, stooped over her and buried her face between her upraised thighs. Her object evidently was to favour dick with a full view of her splendid posteriors bulging out like two creamy globes on either side of the furrow where nestled her moist cunt and inviting arsehole.
Madge also tucked up her dress at Mrs Bond's request, and then with Mary's help worked the dildo in her salacious cunt.
Mrs Bond was one of those whose pleasure is intensified by the consciousness that all the secrets of their cunt and bottom are open for inspection. So she exclaimed, 'Dear girls, that is most delicious, are you both watching?'
'O yes, dear Mrs Bond, we see all your fine bottom, and your cunt sucking in the dildo — how I wish it were a real prick! Could you go on with your story now, or shall we wait until you spend?'
'Oh! I can tell it now, if you wish; keep the dildo where it is, and only stir it a little now and then.'
Here, as luck would have it, some stray hair or fly tickled Dick's nose that, in spite of all his repressive efforts, he delivered a tremendous sneeze. Mrs Bond jumped from the bed, ran to the table, thrust her hand under the cover and caught hold of the first thing that met her touch, which was nothing other than Dick's rampant tool.
'Hallo! What have we here? Murder! Thieves!' and tightening her grasp on the exposed limb she tugged with such force that Dick was compelled to crawl forth, trying to look droll, with his finger in his mouth.
'Oh! Mr Dick! What a shocking fellow you are! Prying into the secrets of us poor women. What shall we do with him, girls?'
'Tie him to the bedpost,' said Madge, laughing, 'and lather his breech, and let Mary be the executioner, for I guess she is more to blame than he is.'
'Capital, the very thing Madge, you are worthy of your salt. Come here, my young man, and don't stand there in that barefaced manner before these innocent girls. Face about, sir, we will make you bare206 bottomed as well as barefaced,' she said, tucking up his shirt behind, while the girls tied his hands firmly with towels to the bedpost.
'Now, Madge, off to the garden, and fetch a bundle of good stout twigs, and do you Mary go to the house closet for some strong cord to tie them up.'
Having thus got rid of the girls, she turned to Dick.
'Now, sir, I want your serious answer, by a strange stroke of luck you have go behind the scenes; now I want you to assure me that you intend to act honourably by my daughter Mary. If you give me your faithful word then you shall be welcome, not only to enjoy her anew, but to share in all our private amusements.' (This was a trying question, and very craftily put. According to my notions, Dick answered wisely and well. He had found an agreeable, clever, well-educated girl, devotedly attached to him and of a temperament warm and lascivious as his own; and that knowledge, which might have repelled others, he wisely judged, only secured for him that freedom without marriage would have been to him insufferable; hence his reply.) 'Well, dear Mrs Bond, my answer is ready. I love Mary. She is just the girl to my taste. As soon as I have a home to take her to, I will make her my lawful wife.'
'All right, I always knew you were a gentleman; now we will try to gratify you as much as we can,' and she placed her hand lovingly on his still erect prick, and pressing up to him, gently frigged it.
Dick looked up at his hands, and said, 'My hands are tied, or I would return your kind caresses.'
She at once reached up and untied the knot; in doing so, her fine swelling bosom was brought close to his face, he kissed the voluptuous globes, and at once placed his hands on her bottom and cunt. She leaned back on the bed, her thighs expanded, he slipped in between; his projecting prick against her open cunt; he pushed it, it entered; he passed up; his balls pressed against her bottom; he placed his hands under her thighs, and raised them up; she crossed her legs over his back. They heard steps approaching; he stopped heaving. 'It is only the girls,' she muttered, 'don't mind them; fuck away, give me all you can, quick.'
Mary entered and could hardly believe her eyes when she saw Dick on top of her mother, and the sight did not please her. Dick looked around and smiled, while Mrs Bond said, 'Mary approach. Dick has given me his promise to marry you, and this is his reward.' Mary still looked doubtful. When Madge returned with the twigs and heard the last words, she rushed into the room with a merry shout; 'Hold him, Mrs Bond, Hold him — now's your chance, Mary
