Ethel rolled me off her mother, and on to herself. In a few strokes my prick stiffened under the pressure of her heated cunt, and we set to with unabated vigour. Rose screamed with glee, and saying, 'Just look at the two randy young buggers,' plumped her dripping cunt across Ethel's face, and stuffed her arse against my mouth. Between her own dashing bucks and the pressure of the huge buttocks poor Ethel was nearly smothered, and I could hear the wet cunt soughing on her face and lips. Rose gave her no mercy. The big bottom flopped up and down, and after a fresh discharge had made Ethel squeal with ecstasy her face emerged smeared from forehead to chin with a highly-scented layer of frothy cream deposited from her mother's raging furnace.
Breathless and perspiring both women drank greedily when I presented the beakers to their lips, and this about finished Ethel, as I guessed it would, for a precious idea had entered my mind, which I feared to propose while she was in her full senses. Meanwhile Rose rambled on.
'Fancy your having the impudence to piddle down my back! Oh, you will do' (admiringly). 'You are a nice young man to take into one's bed.
No one, not even George, has ever done that to me before, though I have douched more than one with my pissing-trap-ay, and more than that!' She ruminated for a moment and seemed to be a little undecided-then with a burst of intoxicated laughter she whispered thickly in my ear, 'I've pooped in a man's mouth more than once… what do you think of that?' I suppose I looked astonished at this revelation for she went on, 'I swear by my cunt I have. It was always at their own request-there are some men who like that, you know-but it's not so dashed easy to muster up courage to do it as you might think.' 'Well, you are a confounded whore and no mistake, but I like you all the same.' 'No, no whore-only a woman with a healthy cunt, and plenty of hot blood who, when she makes up her mind to fuck, does it thoroughly.
And I'm awfully fond of you, you young rip. You are such a splendid fucker. You've got fairly into my bones, and Ethel's too, I think, for she's never done for Tom what she has for you.' I was standing at the bedside and my cock was convenient to her mouth, pretty limp, of course. Rose kissed it tenderly, saying. 'Nasty little lump of putty… did it spit all down my back? And if I took it in my mouth I s'pose it would want to pee in there' (turning back the skin and licking out the coagulated semen that had gathered in the crevices). 'I don't believe it has got any pee or any juice left in it.' Her lips closed over the nut and she ran her tongue over the orifice, as though searching for something. By heavens, I thought, I believe the giddy creature wants me to piss down her throat! I am sorry I emptied my bladder just now. Rose went on, alternately sucking and crooning to herself, 'How soft and pulpy the naughty little prick is! I don't believe it can even piss a little drop now. I wonder if it piddled slowly it would get up hard and strong again?' I wondered too, and determined to try and squeeze a few drops, especially as she looked up with heavy eyes and, oh, such a wanton smile and quoted the old, old gag, 'If you can't come, pee a little.' 'By God, if you tickle me like that you will make me piss!' One hand slid under my balls, and a finger reached out for my arsehole.
Impatiently pulling me nearer she plunged it into the unattractive tunnel, sending me wild with the titillation, and making me reckless of the consequences.
'I'm sure I'm going to piss,' I warned. She sucked away and took no notice.
A few drops issued. She did not blench but swallowed them, and I could trace them, as it were, falling down the round white throat. The amorous woman, then, intended to give me this startling proof of affection! I pissed a little more, and despite the shower-bath I had given her back and bottom a few minutes before, the novelty and amazing obscenity of it all irritated my bladder to such an extent that I felt prepared to supply another tidy stream. 'Look out, there's more coming, you darling whore,' I cried.
'I'll make it if there isn't,' she replied, ramming her finger up my bottom as far as it would go, and twisting it round and round.
I could contain myself no longer, and pissed heartily. Rose lifted my cock out and held it over her mouth. With another intoxicated chuckle she watched the amber stream issue, and pour into her gullet. As the last drop disappeared down her throat she murmured dreamily, 'Fucked all over, and pissed all over. What a damned whore this boy is making of me!' Her eye fell on her finger which had come out of my arse in a parlous state. 'Haven't I loved you well, laddie? Would you like me to do something dirtier still? See!' The excellent lady deliberately wiped her finger on the ruddy curling lips, and pulling my head down challenged me to kiss them. I didn't repudiate the embrace. I was in a state of exaltation-what with the wine, the effluvium of her amorous carcass, impregnated and saturated with my own semen and exhaling the incense of copulation from every pore-that made me game for any excess. I kissed the pasty lips passionately, and with one hand on my prick, already stiffened by these ultra-erotic experiences to a respectable state, and the other round my neck, Rose whispered thickly, 'You have fucked my cunt and my mouth, and pissed all over me, now bugger me, dear.' Now, I had proposed to myself to take advantage of Ethel's helpless condition to explore the depths of the handsome bottom whose virginity was still intact. I pointed to it, and intimated my preference for an arena that was so far untouched.
'I think you are too big for her, but anyway, shove it up my arse first, there's a darling.' After one or two attempts Rose got on to her knees, and pulled open her bottom. I entered quite easily, and in a few strokes was up to the balls. But Rose's limbs gave way, and she sank down laughing inanely at her inability to bear up against my ram. I drew it out and attacked the innocent Ethel's posterior, but, being too squiffy to think of oiling her hole and getting no assistance from my victim, only succeeded in making her grunt and nearly ricking my prick. I desisted, and in a few minutes, thoroughly overcome by the combined forces of Venus and Bacchus, we were all fast asleep
CHAPTER 9
As you may imagine, dear reader, it was late before any of us woke next morning. Dreamily I fancied I had once or twice heard a light tapping, and a renewal of it finally brought me to consciousness. I said nothing, but got out of bed, and heard light steps retreating. The open drawer whence Ethel had procured the photos attracted my attention.
I found it nearly full, mostly of nude pictures of Rose, with and without cavaliers. In pretty well every instance the features were blurred over.
There were some others, evidently of friends of hers, and one that was apparently merely a photo of a fancy drawing. It represented the athletic lady seated across one prick, with another in her bottom. Over the shoulders of the gentleman in the chair projected two more stalwart priapuses which Rose was alternately gobbling; in her hands were two more, and in the fleshy folds at the junction of thighs and stomach two more. A rather gluttonous ideal of which, since it was not a picture from real life anyway, she had not been able to attain the actuality. It gave a good indication of the comprehensive desires of the charming woman who had been complaisant enough to make herself and her daughter my mistresses of a night. While still engaged in admiring the treasures of the drawer, many of which revealed hitherto unthought of vistas along the path of love, the door opened gently, and an attractive-looking maid peeped in. On seeing me she hastily withdrew. I returned to the bed and laid myself behind Rose, who after various yawns and stretches also awoke. The pictures had brought my noble bean-tosser to a very excitable state, and the first thing Rose realised was the manly pillar pressing against her warm bottom. She looked round with a smile of recognition, and lifting her thigh, guided it into her cunt, moist and hot with the secretions of a night's repose.