that whenever they can get what they want without effort on their part, they gladly throw all the work on us poor women, am I not right, old boy?' she asked, putting her hand on her husband's prick, which Frances was softly petting as she told her curious and most exciting tale.
'Quite right, old girl, but judging from appearances, both Ferrars and myself stand in need of some relief at present. The lascivious ideas produced in our minds by the luscious terms and descriptions of sweet Frances, joined with the exciting effect of your busy fingers, have so stirred up our virile members that they are in full fighting trim, and are prancing like two chargers eager for assault; what say you, Ferrars?'
'I am strongly of your opinion, Dick; and I propose that we maintain the character your good wife has bestowed upon us, of lazy beings, by lying on our backs and allowing our fair friends to appropriate that part of us they most appreciate, and work it to their own satisfaction. In that way, Frances can favour us with an actual representation of what she has described in such glowing terms. And that we may gratify our sense of sight as well as of feeling, I suggest that we denude ourselves of every encumbrance.'
To this we all agreed, and when they stretched their manly limbs in all their naked beauty on the soft carpet at our feet, we readily bent our rounder and more graceful forms over them, and seizing those middle members which women ever prize the most, we placed on the swollen heads the soft pouting mouths which occupy the corresponding region of the female body.
I need scarcely say that it was Lord Ferrars standing prick which I engulfed in my longing gap, and that it was upon my husband's erected tool that Frances poised her amorous bum.
'Now,' cried Dick as soon as he felt the whole of his prick embedded in the hot folds of her thrilling cunt, let us all economise our forces: we will remain perfectly quiescent, and if you fair ladies will move with the utmost deliberation the pleasure of everybody will be prolonged and increased; keep your steeds well in hand and the final spring will be grander and more effective. I would propose that Frances should now continue her narrative, but it might divert her mind from her present enjoyment; let us rather concentrate all our thoughts on the work we have in hand and draw from it all pleasure it is capable of affording.'
'Right old fellow. Queenie, you may be proud of your husband; he is a thorough-going philosopher, and understands how to attain the sum mum bonum; let us follow his advice, for I am sure we often lessen out enjoyment by giving way to eager impetuosity. But, while I agree with my friend as to the wisdom of deferring the story, I would request you and Frances to carry on between yourselves, as you slowly work up and down, the most lascivious conversation you can devise, as we well know how much the pleasures of fucking are intensified by seasoning the act with the free use of wanton terms and expressions.'
'We will do our best,' I replied. 'Now, Frances, down — press my husband's prick up into the innermost recesses of your belly — ' and down we both flopped, driving the two pricks up until the hairs on the pricks and cunt intermingled together. then Frances responded: 'Up again, dear Queenie, let us see his lordship's noble tool reeking with the rich juices of your cunt!' and immediately two pricks appeared, shining with moisture after the love-bath in our warm receptacles, and purple tips remaining just inside the clinging lips.
'Now again, down cunts — swallow pricks; now up cunts — disgorge. See the pricks now! How glowing and heated they look! Admire the lips of our cunts how swollen they are! Down again; as our fat round arses rub their hard bollocks; now heave together fuck — fuck — fuck — Oh! smack arses — rub balls — shove in pricks — swallow them, cunts. Now cunt juices flow — shoot forth spunk — heave — plunge — all together' — and the curtain falls, as the exhausted actors, steeped in spunk, lie rolling on the carpet.
Once again, we agreed that it was expedient to postpone hearing the conclusion of Frances's most interesting account of her amorous adventures until we had rested our organs of delight, and were in a better condition to respond actively to the call to pleasure which her luscious descriptions would be sure to elicit.
So, after a plentiful application of the coldest water we could procure to the realms of love, we sat down to a generous repast of food and mild stimulants.
A little byplay of wanton dalliance and sportive freedoms with naked pricks, cunts and bottoms diversified the scene, and kept the fire bright on the alter of Venus.
Our bodily powers being thus recruited, and our spirits revived, voluptuous desire again resumed its sway; so we placed our naked forms in the most comfortable and convenient attitudes for listening to Frances as she, in highly lubricious language, continued her interesting tale. Playing with loving fingers around my husband's halferected prick, she commenced.
'In taking up the thread of my narrative, I would remind you how, in the still midnight hour, I was enjoying stolen bliss straddled over monsieur's sleeping form.
'The flood of pleasure was now rising to the overflow, and the throbbing of his prick in my heated cunt warmed me that the throes of emission were commencing; suddenly, to my no small alarm, his steady thick breathing ceased and was succeeded by short gasps and soft mutterings as the sleeper gradually recovered consciousness and realised what was taking place.
''Oh! wife! how good you are tonight! Something like your old self — you bring back the time when you first received me in your fond embrace, and your hungry cunt sucked in my prick with true delight.' 'Poor old fellow! I was glad to have been able to afford him a taste of real pleasure once again, for I felt he must have been badly treated; but what was I to do next? I had nothing for it but to throw myself forward on his breast, and stop his mouth with warm kisses as he poured into me the essence of life. The pleasurable sensation passed away and was followed by the usual languor. I remained lying on him without motion, only pressing him gently in my arms in hope that sleep would again assert its power and I might slip away without his perceiving it.
'But every time I moved, he muttered, 'Don't get off me yet; it's so new to feel your loving weight!' 'I began to feel rather uncomfortable, fearing that madame might return and find her place occupied by a stranger. I had been there more than an hour, and she might come in at any moment, so I whispered, 'I want to get up. I will return directly, got to sleep.' 'As I spoke, I heard madame coming along the passage and enter the room. I had barely time to slip out the further side of the bed as she came up to that nearest to her.
'For the moment I stood in shelter of the curtains at the foot of the bed, thinking it wiser not to open the door until they had gone to sleep.
'As she was drawing the clothes round her, he said, 'You were not long doing that little job, dear; turn to me again — you have been so good to me tonight, that I feel quite happy.' 'What makes you feel so happy? Go to sleep, you old fool, you must have been dreaming.' ''Ah!' he said with a sigh, 'true, I must have been dreaming when I thought you were good to me; yet, certainly someone mounted across me and gave me such delight as I have not had for many a long day.'
''What do you mean? I wonder, could that slut have been here! I know she is as randy as a she-cat. I will go at once and try whether she is in her bed.' 'She got up, lighted a candle, and made toward the door.
'Now, thought I, the fat will be in the fire, and no mistake.
I therefore followed her, but at a sufficient distance to avoid being seen. Just as she was approaching Juanita's room, which was in the upper storey, someone opened the door and ran up against her. In the concussion, her candlestick fell and the light was extinguished; she had, however, recognised a man's shirt and bare legs; so she took Julian, who had rushed out on hearing her steps, for me, and throwing her arms round me, said, 'For shame, Francis! What brought you here? Did you not get enough for one night with me? I wonder at you.' 'Fearing that if he replied his voice might betray him, I sprang forward and violently bumped against her. She tumbled down with a yell, which I did not want, but as not time was to be lost, I put my hand on Julien's mouth and whispered: 'Follow me.' I led him at once to my room, told him to get into bed with Henri, and cover them both with the clothes until I called them. Then throwing on my dressing gown I lighted my lamp and went out into the passage.
'I met madame returning from the maid's room. On seeing me, she exclaimed: 'Oh! Francis! Surely this house is haunted! Now tell me honestly, were you with Juanita tonight?' ''No, most assuredly, as you yourself very well know.' ''I believe you, Francis, for you certainly had no cause; but my mind is all in a maze; my old man, too, fancies that something in woman's shape got across him, put life into his old tool and gave him pleasure; but I think the old cock must have had a wet dream — or something of that sort,' she said with a laugh; 'however, let us all get to bed now, and we will talk it all over tomorrow.'
'Going back to my two friends we had a quiet laugh together over the strange events of the night. They were in first-rate humour, as they had enjoyed themselves most thoroughly and thought it the best joke they have ever heard of.
'When all was still, I let them out, and having returned to bed was soon fast asleep.
