her bottom and the other on her cunt. He quickly got between her legs, and lifted up her thighs, and I caught hold of his prick and rubbed its head up and down the moist slit of her cunt.
'Now, Queenie,' she said, jerking up her bottom, 'pop it in, dear: oh! how nice it feels! You have a better prick than I expected, Francis! It quite fills my cunt! more slowly, darling, but push it home firmly — that's the way; I love a long steady stroke. Oh, Queenie, I can't help talking when I have a good prick in my cunt. it makes both my bottom and my tongue wag in spite of me; and if Lord Ferrars hears me, and wants to come in, let him do so by all means. I feel as if I could enjoy him all the more after Francis has done all he can.'
'Why, Jim, you are insatiable; I suppose, you would like my husband after his lordship.'
'Aye, that I would, and half a dozen after him. Now Francis, fuck — fuck — fuck.'
Her clitoris felt quite hard and stiff under my fingers, and the lips of her cunt protruded and made a sucking noise each time his lordship drew back his prick.
Lord Ferrars never spoke but fucked steadily on; and now his strokes came fast and furious; she bounded beneath, and spurred him on my every means in her power, ejaculating with increasing fervour and loudness as the crisis approached: prick; cunt; bottom; arse; piss; fuck; fuck; fuck.' She ground her teeth with erotic rage, and Lord Ferrars uttered moans of supreme satisfaction as he sprinkled her womb with the sperm of life.
When he began to stir, she muttered, 'Don't take it out yet, dear Francis, give me the benefit once more; the second fuck is always the most pleasant. Let your prick lie in my cunt; I will pet its root and balls, and I will play with your bottom too and that will soon get you into humour again. How much larger and stronger you seem by night than by day! I did not think much of you last evening, but you are a grand fellow tonight.' And grasping his lordship's hairy bollocks, she began gently squeezing and rubbing his large, firm testicles; and stretching her other hand round the cheeks of his muscular arse, she insinuated her forefinger in his anus, and with great skill and effect played it around the inside of that highly sensitive aperture. These touches acted like a charm; his lordship's prick swelled in her cunt and resumed all its vigour as he recommenced slowly driving in and out.
'Don't hurry him, dear Jim,' I cried, 'stay a moment,' and I pulled away her hands and told her to feel out to her right and try what she would find.
'O yes, I declare, another prick, on the stand too! And I know it, Queenie, it is Dick's — I know it by the curve up and the size! Put it to my mouth, Dick, and I will give it a suck while Francis is finishing his second fuck. if we now had Lord Ferrars for you, Queenie, we should be all right! I don't hear him showing any signs of curiosity, however.'
'All in good time,' I responded; 'Put your other hand out toward the left and try what you will find there,' and I pushed up Frances, all naked as she was.
'Why, here is something quite different; but it is only a cunt; that can't belong to Lord Ferrars,' she said with a laugh, in which we all joined.
'Who is it, Queenie? I did not know you had anyone here of the feminine gender besides ourselves.'
'Hold on a moment,' I replied, 'until I get a light, and you shall see for yourself.'
The moment Jim perceived who it was lying over her, she exclaimed, 'Oh, my lord, is it you that have been fucking me all this time? What a shame to drive your noble prick into the cunt of a poor girl under pretence of being somebody else; but anyway, I hope my cunt gave your lordship's prick full satisfaction.'
'Forgive me, darling Jim, for this little bit of sweet deception. I never enjoyed a fuck more: your body is so springy, your belly so smooth, your bottom so big, and your cunt so full of warmth and life that my prick revelled in sweets, and melted in bliss.'
'Well, my lord, I must say, that I have found your prick equally pleasant. But what am I to say to you, Frances, my accepted lover! So you have only a cunt, and not a prick after all! I thought somehow you could not have a right prick when you would not let me put my hand on it. However, as you have a cunt, let us put it to use. With your permission, Queenie, I will ask my old friend Dick to come round and poke it from behind while she?lans across Lord Ferrars, who is now going to favour me with another fuck. And if you, dear Queenie, will gold each of the pricks by the root, and push up your bottom in such a way that I can get at your cunt, I will frig your clitoris and enable you to join in the common spend.'
My husband, with his usual good nature, at once complied as I said: 'What a luxurious imagination you have, Jim! You and Frances are well matched.'
Frances only grinned and leaning forward over the bed rested her soft bubbies on Lord Ferrars' loins and gliding one hand between their bellies, placed it on Jim's cunt so as to cause his lordship's prick to slip through her fingers as it passed in and out — a sensation very pleasing to most men. The other, she passed round his thigh and softly moulded his balls from behind.
I on the other side put one knee on the bed and cocked up my bottom in all its luxurious fullness before Jim's admiring gaze; and very quickly I felt her hands playing about my cunt as of yore, plucking the hair, drawing open the lips, pinching the clitoris, frigging between the nymphae and the point of one finger penetrating my arsehole itself.
My own hands roamed everywhere feeling bottoms and bellies, pricks and cunts, giving a sly pinch here, and a knowing touch there, thus helping toward the end we had in view, that each might obtain the highest enjoyment these happy conjunctions could afford, Suddenly, Frances exclaimed, 'Ah Queeenie! Your husband has taken his prick out of my cunt and popped it into my belly. All right, Dick, fuck away, fuck my arse, if you like it for a change. And Jim, like a dear girl, push your fingers into my cunt and frig me while Dick is fucking my arse.'
Jim complied and, looking up at Lord Ferras, said with a smile, 'Do the same, my lord, do the dame, fuck my arse' — and she pressed back her thighs so as to present her bottom in the most accessible position. Lord Ferrars did not hesitate, but at once drew out his prick, while I, holding open the cheeks of her bottom, placed it at the circular entrance, and held it as it glided smoothly up.
Then arose a universal chorus of lewd suggestions and lascivious requests.
'Bang your belly against my bottom,' cried Frances.
'How nice to feel your prick in my arse,' exclaimed Jim; 'shove it in well, my lord, shove it into my bottom. Do you like fucking in the arse, my lord?'
'Yes, darling, I like fucking your arse. Do you hear my belly smacking against its cheeks?'
'Oh, yes, smack away, it is music to my ears. Oh, Queenie! I feel your fingers everywhere; frig my cunt; fuck my arse; oh! now, Queenie, spend; my cunt flows; my arse is flooded; Oh!!!' and all fell together, and spunk poured in torrents on every side.
After this, both my husband and Lord Ferrars declared that they must take some rest, as the copious and frequent spending in which they had indulged of late was causing them to experience a sensation of languor and physical exhaustion.
So they recommended our calling in external aid if we intended to carry on our amorous amusements, especially as three cunts to two pricks was not a fair proportion.
Women can spend in a very different way from men, and never feel the same exhaustion, so we agreed to let them lie down for a time while we catered for ourselves.
Jim told us she had a sweetheart to whom she had already granted her favours, and who, she was certain, would readily respond to our invitation — and could bring a friend too, if we so desired. Moreover, he was eminently trustworthy, and could be relied upon to introduce no one to us who was not as trustworthy as himself.
She offered to give us an account of how she became acquainted with him and learned his good qualities.
So next evening, when Dick and my lord had gone to their club, we three women determined to enjoy ourselves alone; and found that by mutually viewing, and frigging, and sucking each other's cunts we could pass the time ver pleasantly together while we listened to Jim's animated narrative.
CHAPTER 11
'My mother, as you know, suffered in many ways by the death of the late Sir Charles. Her grand hopes were extinguished, his powerful patronage lost, and while a comparative stranger on the island, she was thrown on her
