together. The Faun with Marpesia on his back rams his great prick into the attendant's cunt from behind, while his captain, sitting before her, sticks his rampant tool into Marpesia in front. But you will observe he leaves all the work to be done by his lieutenant, who, as he fucks the attendant, works Marpesia's cunt most luxuriously up and down on his leader's tool.
Marpesia has her finger raised as if she was saying: 'Ah! You have me now, and can drive your goatish prick into my poor cunt to hour full satisfaction, but wait till the Amazons catch you and maybe they will make you spend to some purpose.
In number 2, the Faun varies his enjoyment. He wants to have his prick rubbed up, so he has Marpesia suspended over him, with her legs and arms tied to a bough of a tree in such a posture that her breasts rest on his belly, then he nestles his languid prick between her soft swelling bubbies, and makes his lieutenant stand between her thighs and fuck her while thus suspended. The shoves of the lieutenant, as he drives his prick in and out of Marpesia's cunt, makes her breasts rub back and forth on his leader'' belly, thus imparting the most stimulating friction to his lethargic tool.
In number 3, you find matters reversed. The Amazons now have the upper hand. They have surprised the Fauns in a night attack, and have captured a large number. Marpesia, who has gained her liberty, now takes her revenge and her gratification at the same time. She has them securely fastened down on their backs, on logs of wood, so that she and her feminine troop can stride over them, and gorge to satiety their fasting cunts with their subjugated pricks. Behold Marpesia herself, in grand muscular proportion and beauty, astride over the chief. She has stuffed his pliant tool into her lascivious gap, and sustaining herself by the branch of a tree overhead, works her body up and down until she pumps out all the seminal juice left in the poor wretch's cods.
She has exhausted several in the same way; one of her attendants tries a poor fellow who she has just left, but finds his tool so limp and powerless, so completely sucked dry, that he cannot get it into her receptacle, so raising her disappointed cunt, she contemptuously discharges over the useless prick a hissing stream of ejected piss.
In number 4, we have a front view of this famous queen: her breasts are proportionally small, but her arms, thighs and legs are in the highest development of muscular strength and beauty.
She is seated on a gigantic Faun with his great tool stuffed into her lecherous receiver; the protruding lips of her hairy cunt grasp it firmly at the root, while her nimble fingers churn his reluctant cods.
With her other hand she frigs the inflamed prick of another of these deformities, whose hands are fastened behind his back.
'Spend, you ugly beast!' she cries, as with energetic hold and rapid motion she works his tired machine.
Then the scene changes, peace has been proclaimed between the Amazons and their Sylvan neighbours. To keep up their unnatural tribe, the Amazons are allowed occasionally to wander in the woods, with a view to meeting the Fauns and obtaining the service of their virile powers.
In number 5, you have, accordingly, Marpesia herself embraced by three fine specimens of these horned and goat-legged monsters. One encircles her with his left arm and elevates her thigh with his right, while he plunges his vigorous prick into the luscious cavity of her hungry cunt. Another presents his bursting tool to her open mouth; with lecherous lips, she sucks its throbbing head, and draws streams of frothy love from the fount within. The third kissed her ruddy cheek and feels her bottom with searching fingers while she frigs his sturdy prick. Her warm and nervous grasp soon makes the hot spunk shoot in milky jets from its glowing tip. just as her mouth and cunt are liberally treated with an overflow of the same fecundating fluid.
At last the time drew near for Dick to pay us his promised visit. He had successfully passed his final examination, and was now duly qualified to act as a medical practitioner.
The governor directed him to bring his certificate and testimonials with him, in order that he might be able to fulfil his promise of obtaining for him a suitable and lucrative appointment.
He also told him to propose to Mrs Bond a move to Trinidad, where she could procure an excellent residence near Government House and, by his influence, an unfailing supply of good lodgers.
Although this was stated with apparent indifference, I saw plainly enough that the account Dick had given of Mrs Bond and her interesting family had, in the highest degree, excited the desire of the governor to obtain the enjoyment of a closer acquaintance with that salacious lady.
I foresaw indeed that such acquaintance would assuredly lead to a lessening of my influence over him; but he was growing old, and I might at any time, have to look for some more permanent position, so I did not feel greatly alarmed. Besides, having my old friend Dick, even though married, near me again would be a source of very great gratification and support, Mrs Bond readily accepted the governor's invitation and in due time arrived on the island with all her belongings.
The result I anticipated was quickly verified; and the coming of Mrs Bond and her party gave rise to many new and interesting complications, which will form the subject of succeeding chapters.
CHAPTER 8
The selection and arrangement of Mrs Bond's future residence was entrusted to the governor and myself.
To account for the interest he took in the matter, it was given out that she had been the wife of an old friend of his to whom he had promised when dying that he would look after and protect his widow and orphans.
It so happened that there was a suitable and commodious house, not far from the government grounds, at that time untenanted. The governor at once engaged it for his friend's widow, and set about having it furnished and fitted up, not forgetting a special boudoir or sanctum for Mrs Bond's own use.
In the midst of our preparations, another batch of letters came to hand, telling us that they were just about embarking and containing Dick's certificate and testimonials for the governor and also some papers for myself.
Dick had a taste for scribbling what he called poetry, and as it may gratify my readers, I transcribe for them the specimen which I received on this occasion. It show, I think, some talent, but I am not sure that it is mythologically correct.
Venus and the Centaur Arms! and the thing, I sing — half-man, half horse;
Impelled by fate a sort of equine cross, Whose development half in human mould, But left the other half as it was foal'd.
Unique was he; no other of his form Was there to gambol 'mid the Aegean storm;
And all too proud the common herd to seek While owning human faculty to speak.
He lived alone till passion claimed its sway; 'Twas the rutting season, and the month of May.
Wandering forlorn in this unpleasant guise In vain each nymph, incontinent, he tries;
No sooner does the monster breathe of love, Than shrieks of laughter echo through the grove; 'A hideous beast like thee!' young Lesbia cries;
And straight each wanton from his presence flies; 'We'll none of the' the sylvan nymphs declare.
'Tis pity Pegasus is not a mare.'
Despairing tears his human cheeks bedewed, Condemned to solitude, unloved, unwed;
Sought he a mate throughout the whole of earth, His importunities but moved their mirth.
At length a settled gloom upon him falls, And on Love's Goddess in despair he calls;
Scarce had his prayer re-echo'd through the wood, Than lovely Venus in his presence stood.
Her beauteous form in all its naked grace, And wreathing smiles illuminate her face.
Her faultless limbs no envious drap'ry hides — A living model which all art derides.
To her the Centaur his petition made,
And in his misery invoked her aid.
The Goddess smiled and heaved a gentle sigh, Then to the Centaur blushing made reply: 'Oh! noble Centaur, whose peculiar race To form of stallion add the human grace;
And has thou, piteous being! felt the dart Of my unsparing offspring in they heart?
Alas poor Centaur! could not Cupid spare, Malicious boy! but plant his arrow there;
