If it makes her jealous, I can't help admiring such charms, said Frank, but Rosa is far too sensible for that, and thoroughly enters into all our fun. In fact, I am sure she loves Walter as well as she does me, only she cannot marry both of us. Ha ha, that accounts for Walter forgetting me. So to be revenged on them both, you must have me now, she replied, lifting up his shirt to see if he was ready. Why your love dart is exactly the size of his, and without more ado, she was on his lap and spitted herself on Frank's cock, throwing off entirely the robe de chambre that she might enjoy him without impediment.
This instantly excited the four girls, who lay down in pairs for a mutual gamahuche and bottom frig, Rosa playfully telling me to let Mrs. Leslie have the double pleasure of fucking her bottom as she was riding on Frank.
Hold her tight, my boy, I said, and I will let her beautiful little fundament know what it is to keep a stiff prick waiting for his turn, as I took a little cold cream from the dressing table and putting some on the head of my prick, as well as on the delightful, brown wrinkled hole exposed to my attack. The head began to slip in once, despite her struggles and screams, that we should injure her between- us.
Further and further, I gradually worked in, till I could feel my cock rubbing against Frank's, with only the thin divisional membrane between them, our joint spendings deluging both cunt and bum, spurting the warm, frothy sperm over our balls at every thrust.
This was enough to satisfy her but she kept us to our work till we repeated our emissions with screams of delight, and rolled on the floor in a confused heap amongst the dear girls, who were so excited by the sight of our ecstacies, that they were revelling in every species of tribalism to allay their own lustful yearnings.
After this, Mrs. Leslie opened a side door, conducted us into her bathroom where we refreshed ourselves and indulged in a variety of kissing, frigging, etc., but by her advice, the girls refrained from exhausting us too much and accepted cigarettes of Turkish tobacco to join us in a smoke, as we lighted some of the Colonel's cigars.
It was a picture worthy of any Appeles, as we could see the reflection of all our naked charms on the bathroom walls, which constituted one vast mirror of the very finest silvered glass.
Two rather good looking young fellows with big pricks, as rampant as could be wished, and five lovely ladies, all stroking and puffing pretty rings or curls of nicotine, alternating that sober enjoyment for more active fun, by trying to burn the tips of our pricks, or the lips of their cunts, with the fiery ends of cigarettes or cigar.
About half past two, we dressed and then took luncheon, then strolled in the grounds or on the banks of a small stream, where some of us passed our time in trying our piscatorial luck, till the bell rang for dinner, which passed pleasantly enough and about 9 P. M. we assembled in the drawing room for a grand erotic scene.
Mrs. Leslie dismissed all her servants for the night except Vishnu, who she said, would be quite sufficient to attend to our little requirements.
The room was large and lofty, the windows were closed and artistically draped with gorgeous black and gold curtains, the spaces between being filled up with mirrors and branching candelabra, the opposite of the apartment being also quite a tableau of flowers, mirrors and lighted wax candles, which shed a brilliant yet soft, luxurious effulgence over the whole scene.
The doors at one end, gave access to retiring rooms, where we undressed and in a very few moments, the whole party in a state of ravishing nudity, were grouped round Mrs. Leslie as she sat on an Ottoman, awaiting her decision as to the programme.
She first persuaded us to sip a little of her chocolate, then went on to say:
As we are five to two, you will find that I have a stock of fine, soft, firmly made dildoes to make up the deficiency in males, which alternated with the real article, will enable us to thoroughly enjoy ourselves.
First, I think Miss Polly is still a virgin, notwithstanding all she has seen and knows.
Her little delicate pussy must be itching to be emancipated from the thralldom of virginity.
Walter must do that service for her at once, on Rosa's lap. So now to business, as I see our gentlemen are in a beautiful state of readiness.
Polly blushed deeply but readily seated herself on her friend's lap, with her legs wide open presented to my staff of life, whilst Rosa passing her hands round the dear girl's waist, held open the lips of her cunny and guided the head of my affair in the proper direction.
Much as she had been frigged and gamahuched, it was a hard task. Her cunt was so deliciously small and tight, that in spite of her favorable position, I could only just get the head of Mr. Priapus within the nymphae, before she started with the intense pain and gave a suppressed scream of anguish, the tears starting to her eyes and trickling over her blushing face.
Courage darling, it will be soon over, I whispered, kissing her excitedly whilst Mrs. Leslie encouraged me by saying:
Sharp and quick, Walter, a good thrust will force better than those gentle pushes; gentleness is not real kindness when taking a maidenhead.
At the same moment I felt that she was attacking my virgin bottom hole behind, with a well lubricated dildoe, its head being well in before I knew exactly what she was doing.
This and the desire to possess Polly, so stimulated me, that I thrust furiously at the opposing obstacles, her heartrending cries only adding to my pleasure and making me mad with desire.
At last I was half in, then with a fierce lunge, seemed to break quite through as I at the same time, deluged the tight passage with a copious emission.
The poor little victim had swooned; but Mrs. Leslie working her dildoe behind, ordered me to let my cock throb inside Polly's tight sheath, as it would tend to bring her round and excite her amorous sensibility to the utmost.
What delightful sensations I experienced, my prick feeling all the spasmodic contractions of her vagina and having my bottom well dildoe fucked at the same time.
I spent again under the influence of this accumulated excitement, just as my partner was coming round under the influence of some cordial which had been poured down her gasping throat, whilst strong smelling salts had been applied to her nostrils.
She opened her eyes, giving a violent sneeze at the same time, which vibrated on my delighted prick which began gently to bestir itself in her tight scabbard.
This roused her little by little, till throwing her arms round my neck, and returning my hot kisses with all the ardor of her nature, she cried and laughed by turns, as she begged me to make haste and complete our happiness.
By a side glance I could see that Frank was in Mrs. Leslie's bottom, Annie in him with a dildoe, and Sophie doing the same thing to her sister, in fact, a perfect chain of pederasts branching from my own violated bum.
It was such a scene as I had never seen before, and added additional fury to my already maddened lust. I came again and again before we had finished, each spent more ecstatic than the last.
The chocolate had so invigorated us that we went through an almost interminable series of spendings till at last nature could stand it no longer. We all rolled on the floor in a confused heap and wound up by a mutual gamahuche.
Mrs. Leslie secured the bloodstained quim of little Polly, which she sucked till she had enjoyed the last drop of ensanguined spunk she could extract from the wounded slit of her young friend, who writhed in delight under the soothing touches of such a lascivious tongue.
It was between eleven and twelve o'clock when just as we were recovering from a state of lethargic oblivion and think of some re-invigorating refreshment, the sound of carriage wheels on the fine gravel drive up to the house, and then Rat-a tat-tat on the loud knocker made us all start to our feet and run for our clothes.
The Colonel, by all that's unfortunate, exclaimed Mrs. Leslie, make haste or he will catch us; who would have thought of him arriving at this time of night.
The prudent Vishnu, pretending to be awakening out of his first sleep so bungled and delayed the opening of the door, that we were tolerably presentable by the time the Colonel made his appearance, and whatever his suspicions may have been, he went through the formality of introduction in the most friendly way possible, the presence of so many young ladies evidently disconcerting him for the moment.
I afterwards learnt from his wife, that under promise of secrecy, she had confessed all to him and vastly amused her husband by an account of our doings, but at any rate it stopped our fun at the time and the next day I was obliged to return to town and thus brought to a conclusion “My Sport Among the She-Noodles,” anything but Noodles after I had so enlightened them, in fact, quite as knowing as Adam and Eve, after they had found out that
