exquisitely tickling my arsehole. I drew my hand up and down the loosely hanging cods, and felt George shiver. Annie, who was looking on with admiration at our pluck, said, 'Mayn't I have a suck, too, Lucy?' 'Presently, presently.' 'But if you work his prick like that, you will have it all over you.' 'I intend to have every damned drop,' I said emphatically, 'um… um…' The gigantic prick quivered and swelled in my mouth. I rammed a finger into his bum, and plugged it furiously. 'Come, come, why don't you come George?' He did come and I got such a mouthful. I retained it, went to Annie as though to kiss her, and emptied it into her rosebud of a mouth. She started back. 'I told you you'd get it and now you've got it. How do you like your baptism of semen?' George shrieked with laughter at Annie's wry face, and in revenge she squatted across him regardless of her sore quim, rubbed it in his face and on his nose, and bit his cock, not too hard but enough to make him jump. Tottie did not go so far with her boy, but contented herself with giving him a thrilling suck and then letting him down.
'At that moment we heard suppressed laughter from the other tent, and several faint cries, 'That's King Cock speaking to Queen Cunt,' said George. 'The last despairing call of Lena's expiring maidenhead, or the first triumphant cry of satisfied desire. You can take it which way you like.' This was succeeded by more laughter, and the sound of resonant smacks, and we girls in response flung ourselves on the naked men and smacked their bottoms as hard as we could. Of course we got the worst of it, for after we had amused ourselves they manoeuvred us into a convenient position, and treated us like refractory children by soundly drumming our enticing rotundities in turn. Our shrieks went up in the still air, and brought a peal of hilarity from the other side.
'Now, sonny,' said George, 'take Lucy on your lap like this,' and I was transferred to the lad's swelling prick, and following Tottie's example sat with my back to him and the long machine between my legs.
Randy's thing was a good length, but not so stout nor so awe-inspiring as George's. They worked their jocks between the lips of our quims, and gave us a lovely frigging. It was most amusing to see the purple heads dodging in and out of our thighs, now buried, now sticking several inches up, as if we had a dwarf prick springing from our mottes. Annie fastened on to and sucked them alternately as they appeared, glutinous from the lubrication of our half-spending cunts, and I can assure you it is not half a bad way. To be frigged by a cock like this, instead of being fucked, gives a very nice sensation, especially when the ridge rubs against your clitoris. We were all worked up again by now, and Ethel said, 'Oh, let's try it, mamma.' 'Very well. As your thighs are not so thick as mine nor your bottom so big, you take Harry between your legs; only lie on him with your back on his belly.' Ethel frigged herself comfortably on my cock, which stood out some inches from her quim. Her mother sucked it for a moment, and after remarking that it tasted very nice as it issued oiled from the cunt, said, 'I think we can do better than Lucy. There's enough left to get a fuck from.' She accordingly straddled across us, and at every thrust received the head in her quim.
'Don't be in too great a hurry, Harry, and I shall get a spend out of it. A few easy strokes and I shall come, too. This double fuck was a great strain on my endurance, and it was only by exercising much restraint I could keep my discharge back till Rose was ready. They both cried out together they were coming, and we all three had a most pleasurable emission. The sight afforded in the glass of the interwoven pile of thighs surmounted by Rose's capacious and handsome bottom was not a small part of my enjoyment.] Well, it was not long before the way they grabbed us round the breasts and began to heave their bottoms, told us that the spongy heads, darting up and down, would soon send a shower of milky juice over our bellies.
'Don't let them waste it,' I admonished Annie; 'and Randy, go slow while George spends.' Annie got the dose from his prick, and remembering the trick I had played on her returned it to Tottie, saying it properly belonged to her, and she was only holding it in trust. Then she came over to Randy, extracted a copious discharge from him, and I could not very well refuse to receive it. The dear girl with her lips pursed up approached her face to mine and signed me to open my mouth, malice, delight and lust sparkling in her eyes. I did so bravely, but the wicked imp, instead of pouring it in and having done with it, held her mouth over mine and slowly dribbled the pungent broth in drop by drop. When I had got it all she inserted her tongue, and stirred it round till the stuff had disappeared down my throat.
'We are quite even, now,' she remarked quietly, and George with a clap on her bottom said, 'Bravo Annie! well played, little woman.' Well, I don't propose to go on in more detail. I was fucked six times by George, and three times by Randolph; Tottie was fucked once by George, and twice by his chum; and even Annie got over her indisposition sufficiently to receive them each once in her glowing cunt. Besides this, at our request, the two boys gave an exhibition of male sodomy, and to our huge delight we enjoyed the spectacle of seeing their cocks disappear in their own anatomies. I noticed that when they felt the insertion it brought their pricks up with a jerk at once, and as one of us took care to have the unoccupied cock in a mouth or between our bubbies it was immediately made ready for a legitimate fuck. It goes without mention that neither Tottie's bottom nor mine escaped, and some of the copulations I have inventoried occurred in our unfortunate dark holes. Tottie had a particularly enticing bottom, soft, round, and plump, and the wretches were always sticking their pricks into it.
Days before the camping trip came to an end all reserve was abandoned, and all shame lost.
The usual end to the day was a naked romp, in which you would, had you been fortunate enough to be there, espied four lusty young men, strong limbed and stout pricked, rolling over six healthy, laughing young women in a state of nature. The large dining-tent was the scene of the revels and as we had a piano there we commonly indulged in a dance, where instead of the conventional style you would see a pair waltzing with the lady holding the gentleman's prick, and her partner reciprocating by passing his hand between her soft thighs. And the fucking that went on. I sometimes wonder whether we didn't carry the scent of the spunk we shed back to town, for I am sure we were a saturated with it.
What's more, three of us, and I was one, got more than we bargained for, and in some months' time had to make lengthened visit to 'the country'. Mine was a chubby boy with George written all over him, but I doubt whether the others could tell who was the father of their brats.
When was sure of my state I made up my mind to have all the fucking I could get. Needless to say I found plenty of amorous youths, but I had to play the hypocrite tremendously to make them think they were the solely favourite ones. This was a year ago and baby is now three months old. I am more careful now if I want a bit of grummet. You, Rose, you lucky girl, can fuck as hard as you like without fear, but you will find that George will give you a good deal of trouble.
CHAPTER 8
'George did give trouble. He soon got used to my attractions, and as I said, I could not keep him away from other women. He fucked the servants openly, and any number of my friends, though I will say my husband was a gentleman in that respect, and never let on who his sweethearts were-fond as he was of boasting of this, that or the other damned fine grind he had had-unless he was sure I already knew their names, or would know soon. Reproaches and remonstrances were perfectly useless, and, worst or all, the wretch had awakened a mine of lasciviousness in myself that I had never dreamed existed. I felt I must have plenty of prick, and as I couldn't get it from him I determined to please myself. I threatened him with reprisals, and only extorted a careless laugh, so after Ethel was born I simply took all the lovers who offered themselves, and snapped my fingers at George. He did not trouble me very long, poor fellow, for in a few years he died fighting, as he had lived, furiously. For some fourteen years I have been a widow and a widow I mean to remain. As you can guess, with a figure like this' (looking herself over approvingly) 'and with my fortune, I could have married again and again, but I objected to being tied up. Suitors who would be content to fuck me could have as much as they liked without going to church. I haven't always escaped' (with a laugh) 'for there are two young brothers of Ethel's being brought up far away from here in ignorance of their parentage. I think, however, the floods of spunk poured into my womb have pretty well drowned out the danger now, so don't imagine, Master Harry, this long spike has left anything behind it, unless you have planted a kiddy here' (smacking Ethel's belly). 'If you have it doesn't matter. She's bound to fall sooner or later, and besides a youngster does a girl good-fills out her body with succulent flesh, and opens her quim more. Too tight a quim is always a drawback to a woman. Dear me, I must relieve myself.' 'And I too,' said Ethel demurely. 'I am bursting.' 'Well, piss out boldly, and don't be afraid.' Rose got off the bed with a lurch, and I noticed her utterance had sensibly thickened. Ethel followed with an unsteady giggle, and I sat on the edge, swaying a little myself.
