said to you; put your arms around my hips — press my cunt with your fingers; Oh! that is nice — fuck, Davy, fuck, fuck.
'Now that you have cooled down, Davy, tell me what you think as to the rape of Miss Julia. You know it must be managed somehow in the open space under the kiosk so that I may see all that you do.'
'Davy think to manage it dis way; wheneber she see me, she allays beg one flower; now I will watch at de gate tomorrow, and when she pass, will invite her into de garden to choose for herself, den I will show her de kiss, bring her underneath, and den we shall soon get a view ab all at she so carefully hide under her petticoat. So, if you are dere about three o'clock in de afternoon, you and me see some sport.'
'Very well, Davy, I'll be there but I don't wish you to hurt her, you know.
I only want to see how you manage to fuck her against her will, and what she will do in her attempts to keep you off.'
'Nebba fear I'll not hurt her more than I can help, ob dat you may be sure; but you won't mid if she squeaks a little and kicks her legs about.'
'O no, I expect that,' I said laughing.
The governor and the whole party were delighted when I told them of my arrangement with Davy. So the next afternoon, having employed Davy in the farthest part of the ground, I got them all together in the kiosk without his knowledge. Then I called him and said I was ready and would be on the lookout.
With Dick's help, we prepared three good slits in the flooring through which we could see all that passed underneath while we reclined at our ease on the soft rugs and carpets.
While waiting for Davy's appearance we diverted ourselves with a few small exhibitions of our own. The governor, seconded by Dick, requested us three ladies to lie in a row with our bare bottoms turned up for their admiration and inspection; after we had been handled, viewed and turned about to their satisfaction their two pricks came in for their share of attention; the governor's limp as usual, while Dick's affair, which I now regarded as my peculiar property, was in good working trim. Mrs Bond, following out her plan, devoted herself chiefly to the old governor; but Mary seemed more occupied with watching for Davy and painting in her mind the expected treat of seeing his fine prick engaged in amorous play.
Knowing all I did, I regarded her with much amusement, and being anxious to ascertain the actual state of her feelings, I put my hand on her cunt as she lay at my side. She was pleased at this mark of attention, and opened her thighs to give me more room. I confess that, as a rule, I don't particularly admire a woman's private parts, I suppose, from being so familiar with my own; however, when much excited, I have at times enjoyed petting, and even kissing another woman's cunt.
But on this occasion, there was something in the touch of Mary's love chink that made me feel as if I had put my hand on an electric box. It seemed actually throbbing with amorous fire. The lips were exceedingly full, prominent and open; the clitoris protruded boldly out from between them and felt very large, strong and wonderfully hot; it slipped about under my fingers as if endowed with life. I felt irresistibly drawn toward it, and bent down my face. She turned on her back and spread her thighs as I passed between them and stooped to kiss her hot recess. Drawing open the lips I buried my mouth in the moist charm. As soon as she felt my tongue playing the clitoris and penetrating the passage, she muttered: 'Oh, Queenie! you are very good — I cannot tell you how much I am enjoying that. It is better even that a fuck. Oh — Oh! Queenie, I'm spending — Oh! Oh!' and a hot gush of the sweetest and most lascivious spunk I ever tasted filled my mouth.
I really at first thought she was pissing but the thick unctuous flavour testified as to its true character.
She had scarcely recovered from the languor caused by this emission, when we heard steps approaching the kiosk.
Davy quickly made his appearance below, dragging with him a goodlooking creole girl, nearly white, and about fourteen years old. As he drew her in through the door, we heard her say in an angry voice, 'What are you hauling me in here for? Stop, you ugly black nigger, you shan't pull up my clothes — stop — I tell you.' But Davy, holding her firmly with his left arm around her waist, drew up her frock boldly with his right.
'I will, missy, I see your white stockings, and your lubly smooth thighs, and your round fat bottom.'
'Let me go — how dare you expose me so — you nasty wretch, take your hand off me or I'll bite and scratch you. Oh! Stop, I tell you, you shan't put your hand there.'
'You may kick and bit and scratch, and do anything else dat you like, but I will put my hand on your bottom in spite of you; aye, and in here too, between your thighs — on your little fat cunt; and I'll push my finger in between these hairy lips — Oh! it is so nice and soft — Oh! isn't dat good.'
'You abominable beast — take your hand out, your finger is hurting me — stop — do you want to kill me?'
'No, missy, I lub you too well to kill you; I only wan to feel your cunt, and den put my prick into it and fuck you.'
'But you shan't — I'll die first — Oh! I'll screech, if you attempt to lay me back.'
'Screech away; for back you go.'
'You shan't put in — Oh! you are hurting my hand.'
'Well, take your hand out of the way.'
Davy forced her down on some matting, and having dragged her legs forward, the whole of her body as far as her waist, was now completely uncovered.
She plunged violently, jerking her supple body from side to side, thereby affording us most luscious peeps at the interior charms of her maiden cleft: its pouting lips looked beautifully round and fair and its inner folds were of a glowing red.
Her frantic struggles gradually decreased in violence as he forced himself in between her thighs. His vigorous prick, sticking out before him like a thing instinct with life, poked its glossy head against the lips of her cunt, as if eager to find an entrance. No girl endowed with ordinary feeling can be altogether insensible to such an appeal, although, for appearance sake, she may prolong her resistance; notwithstanding the throbbing she felt in the region of bliss, still she endeavoured, with the one hand not held by Davy, both to cover her cunt and push away his prick. But he soon contrived to seize this hand also, and then her last resource was gone and she seemed to lie at his mercy. Besides, she was getting tired and worn out by her long continued struggles, so with a sorrowful moan she threw her had back, as if resigned to her fate.
Davy did not lose a moment in directing the point of his tool to the critical spot between the lips and with a vigorous plunge drove it in about an inch. The smart occasioned by its entrance recalled Julia to life. She screamed out: 'Oh! Oh! you are murdering me.' Davy heedless of her cries thrust again. She yelled: 'Take your horrid thing out of me — Oh! it cuts like a knife.'
But Davy gripped her more tightly around the loins, and heaving his great muscular arse, with successive prods forced his rampant prick up her maiden sheath.
Then doubling up her legs under his arms, he rested for a moment on her knees, and pressed his balls with all his force on her up-turned bottom, while with a grin of intense satisfaction, he grunted out, 'Now Miss juliar you hab your belly full up with prick; how you like um? Dis leetle cunt stretch bery wide, and dese here bollocks rub sweetly on your lubly bottom. Nor for the fuck,' he said, slowly drawing out his prick all red and glowing from her newly opened cunt, and quickly driving it up again, continued: 'Now, Juliar, ain't dat good? fuck, oh! fuck, fuck; fuck' — at each word passing his slippery prick in and out of her cunt.
Somehow Julia had grown very quiet, and if she moved at all it was only a slight upward heave of her body as she felt the prick rushing through the clinging lips of her cunt. After a few rapid strokes, Davy threw himself forward and, clasping her in his arms, lay motionless on her body. When he had rested thus for a moment, he drew out his now pendant tool and slowly raised himself on his feet.
She never moved, however, but lay back in a kind of faint; observing which, Davy knelt between her thighs and gratified his eyes with a minute inspection of her cunt and bottom.
Then lifting her up in his arms, with her head down, he carried her round and round with her bare legs brandishing in the air.
This was evidently done for my special gratification, and it did afford us a very favourable and a most exciting view of her cunt and all its surroundings, it's open mouth, all red and inflamed after the forcible entrance of Davy's prick, being thus displayed to us in the most attractive manner as its ruddy lips were either closed up or drawn asunder by the motion of her legs.
'Let me down, Davy; let me down — there's a good fellow, and I won't scold you any more.'
