doing to you Jim that makes you wriggle your arse in that fashion?'
'Oh, Dick, your wife is sucking my cunt! she is frigging it delightfully with her tongue; she is making me mad for a fuck.'
'And you shall have it too, my sweet Jim, the next turn; for the present, I am deep in the folds of her own randy cunt.'
'Oh, yes, I feel every push you give her. Fuck her well — ram home your prick — press against her arse. Oh! that was a grand stroke! You must let me get behind you someday and watch you fucking; and I will hold your prick and pike it into her cunt and stir your balls, and pinch your arse, and frig your arsehole with my finger — I know, you like me to call bottom, arse, and talk of your arsehole, and to speak of pissing and fucking, and all that.'
This kind of wanton talk, as usual, stirred up my naturally hot and lascivious temperament. I rolled her soft, thick luscious clitoris in my mouth, while I relished with intense delight the long, steady strokes of Dick's vigorous prick in my throbbing, palpitating cunt. It felt so different from the feeble, flabby affair to which I had lately been accustomed. Indeed, I often found it hard to tell whether a prick was in my cunt at all or not. But Dick's fine manly tool made its presence felt and no mistake. Its big sturdy head pressed hard on the mouth of my womb seven or eight inches up from the outer lips while the projecting ridge of the glans rubbed with firm delicious friction against the sensitive creases of my vagina. And just as Jim's warm essence filled my mouth, Dick's spouting sperm met my own dissolving flow and we all sank together in that enjoyable languor which usually follows fully gratified desire.
After resting a while, Jim and I commenced playing with his prick and balls, while he tickled our cunts and bottoms. When we got his prick into fair working order again and Jim had given it a good suck, she looked up and said, 'Now, Queenie, I want to place this in your cunt myself, and see it fucking you; so pull up your clothes as high as you can, lean back, spread your thighs and lift yourself while I put this pillow under your bottom; that's the way — look Dick, how your wife's cunt opens its mouth for your prick! See how red it is inside; and look at this big fat clitoris! how it pokes out its rosy head! I an going to suck it first, before I put in your prick, and you can either watch me or play with my bottom, as you please.'
The next moment, I felt her warm mouth buried in my cunt, my whole clitoris drawn within her sucking lips and her tongue pushing here and there, poking into every crevice. Not content with that, the little wanton, having moistened her finger in my cunt, thrust it up my bottom, and in the most lubricious manner stirred it round and round inside, saying as she did so, 'I am frigging your arse, Queenie; do you feel my finger in your arse! And, oh! Dick has his finger in mine — but, Dick, you must not fuck me this time — come here, kneel on this cushion.
Oh, but your prick is fine and strong; wait now — let me first rub its head up and down in this nice sort furrow — now, that's the spot — push — how it rushes in! now pull it out. oh, how wet it is! and so red and hot! and how nice it smells!' And she licked it with her tongue: 'Now drive it up again — how your balls bang her arse! Now, another stroke, how she heaves up to meet you! Oh, what a smack that was! What a grand thing fucking is! Fuck — fuck — fuck! There, now do you feel me! I have got a finger in each of your arses! Fuck — cunt — prick — bollocks — arse — pissing — fuck — fuck — fuck.'
When Dick, urged to wild delirium by her wanton cries, made his final thrust, she threw herself on his back and rubbed her excited cunt as hard as she could against the quivering cheeks of his bottom.
Here, I must retrace the steps of my story for a little space. A short time before my marriage with Dick, I attained the legal age of twenty-one; and was then able to carry out my father's intention of conferring the gift of freedom on the faithful and devoted Zilla. She asked me at the same time to sanction my presence her marriage with Davy who, on the break up of the governor's establishment, had set up for himself as market gardener, with a snug little cottage of his own.
I readily complied, and gave her a liberal present as a wedding gift.
They were both very grateful, and begged me to favour them by assisting at the consummation also. They evidently meant this as a compliment and also as a proof of the continuance of their confidence and affection.
So after the ceremony was duly performed, I returned with them to the cottage and went with them into their bedroom, where they both at once began to strip off their light clothing, and were soon in a fit condition for the work they intended. Without more ado, Zilla threw herself on the bed on her back, and spreading her thighs, she asked me to hold Davy's prick and put it into her cunt myself. Davy grinned with delight as he looked down on the rosy chink of his wife's quim as it lay so invitingly open before him and at the same time felt my hands as in days of yore, fondling his prick and skinning its swollen head.
As I drew him up to her, she raised her body so as to display the whole of her lascivious bottom in all its attractive proportions.
Davy ran his hands over the voluptuous cheeks, and then pinched her excited clitoris, as I placed the head of his prick at the entrance of her longing cunt.
'Now take your time,' I said, 'and you will enjoy it all the more.' But they were too excited to heed me; for just as Davy pushed, she heaved, and the whole prick disappeared in a moment amid the hot folds that closed around it with such eagerness and delight. I kept one hand on her mount that I might press her clitoris between my fingers and, passing my other hand around his bottom, I squeezed his balls from behind while I watched with great interest their pushing thighs and amorous grunts which indicated the excess of mutual enjoyment to which the deepest instinct of their natures had brought them. They then commenced a second course.
Afterward, while resting in each other's arms, Davy's scarcely diminished prick soaking in Zilla's snug recess, they looked up at me, and with a happy contented smile, Zilla said, 'Davy is a good boy, I am very fond of him; but, Missa Queenie, if you have at any time a fancy for him, and he himself be willing, as I am sure he always will be, you are heartily welcome to the services of the best of all tools; for though I might be jealous with respect to others, I never will regarding you.'
'Very well, Zilla,' I replied laughing, 'perhaps someday I may put your good nature to the test that way; but what do you say yourself, Davy?
You surely won't desire any change when you are so well supplied in your good wife.'
'Ah! Miss Queenie, nobody is always pleasant; she bery wise for she know dat when she let me go to you I come back to her wid new delight, and lub her all de more.'
I admired their simple philosophy and felt it was the result of some deliberation, and therefore followed with more satisfaction; and I left them to themselves.
Now to return to our visitors, whom we left so unceremoniously.
Jim had decidedly Sapphic tastes, and declared that while she enjoyed amazingly the prods of a sturdy prick in her cunt, yet her pleasure seemed increased tenfold when she could at the same time pet and suck the cunt of another woman in as randy a state as herself.
So to gratify her, I used to lie on my back across the bed with my head resting on the edge; then she would bend over me with her belly resting on my breasts and her open cunt right over my face. Then she would encircle my thighs with her arms, holding open the lips of my cunt with her hands, would suck the clitoris while she frigged the passage with her fingers.
Meantime I would call my husband; 'Come, Dick, you have here, what I know you delight in, a woman's arse in all its naked beauty turned up for your admiration. Look at these great round cheeks, how soft and smooth they are! Look at this lovely valley between them, and here in the middle of it, the dainty little bottom-hole, which you say holds a prick tighter than any cunt. Ah! But I am sure the cunt is nicer and sweeter far! Does not this rosy chink look especially inviting? Why, it seems almost to beg for a fuck! Se these fat lips, how they put at the thought of your neglecting them! And this rosebud clitoris, how innocent it looks as with tiny head up-reared it demands attention!'
'Queenie, you are right,' replied my husband, with his usual good sense, 'it is no doubt the natural place, and what is natural is always the most satisfactory; besides when you're after it, my pet, no one would be so churlish as to refuse.'
Then taking his prick in my hands I popped its head into the moist chink where Jim was expecting it. How fondly the firm lips closed around it as he slowly drove it up! up! until the hair at its root pressed strongly against them, and his balls plumped on my face. I felt him give a thrill of pleasure when the whole prick was embedded in Jim's belly and its head poked against her womb.
His tool looked grander than ever when he drew it out, all red and smoking with heat and moisture, while the smell from it was delicious.
Pushing up my mouth, and thrusting out my tongue, I could touch at the same time the soft lips of her cunt
