And when, tired for the moment, we rolled panting on our backs, there gazing down on us were four young countrymen, staring with open mouths. We experienced one second of astonishment. Then, spurred by our lusts, with lecherous cries we sprang up and on them, tore open their breeches, and had their stiff pricks in our hands. In a minute more there were four naked women flat on the grass, and three hot cunts were gorged with three fresh young cocks. 'Three,” I say, for Maude-just as the red head of her frantic lover's prick was pressed between the hot lips of her cunt-remembered her maidenhead. With the cry of a satyr, she sprang up, seized her ravisher in her arms, and, kissing him wildly, pushed him away from her, flat on his back; and in a lustful spasm she threw her breasts upon his belly and grabbed his excited cock in her mouth, while her ravenous slit was pressed, gaping wide, upon his open lips.
Then eight agile buttocks were dancing merrily; and while three thirsty wombs spent in delicious overflow and were paid back with three splendidly satisfying streams of hotly shooting sperm, the hottest cunt of all, perhaps, found full content from the mad thrusts of a lustful, piercing tongue. Maude's full lips and reciprocating tongue tickled, tasted, and sucked out of her stallion's throbbing prick the full measure of rich, creamy overflow.
Realistic Pleasures
Chapter I
A fine-looking, fresh-coloured youth named Harry Staunton, the son of a London merchant, sent down to the village of Allsport for the benefit of his health, was passing down a lane skirting the town, when his eye was caught by a young and handsome girl whose developed legs were beginning to make the short skirts she wore dangerously exciting to the gentlemen who visited at the house of her mamma and who were obliged to curb their desires and satisfy the excitement of their pricks by closely pressing her to them when they could get her into their arms for a romp. It must be admitted that the warmth of the young lady's temperament urged her to afford them this opportunity as frequently as possible, although she could not account for the pleasure it caused both her and them. They would tickle her round the hips and under the arms, pinch her bottom, and occasionally press her lovely bubbles.
Miss Julia Wynne was in the act of fastening her garter when Harry, turning a corner of the lane, came suddenly upon her. As this was not the first occasion of their meeting, Julia put down her clothes and waited for his approach. He came up and took her by the hand, and she, with a flushed face, expressed her pleasure to meet him again. The night before they had been playing forfeits with some companions, and as the game went on it so happened that she was kissed by Harry, who, without knowing why, slipped his tongue in her mouth and kept it there till his young prick throbbed against her so violently that she felt it against her belly through her clothing. All the evening afterwards they sought every occasion to be together. On one occasion several people fell down on each other. Harry and Julia being underneath, there was sufficient time for him to get his hand under her clothes, insinuate it within her drawers, and then feel her soft, warm thighs and afterwards her cunt, which was just covered with a soft down.
Julia did nothing that night but dream of feeling Harry's tongue sucking her own as he was kissing her and reproducing the same sensations she had felt when his finger penetrated just inside the lips of her cunt. Before morning she had renewed the feeling by the agency of her own finger and only ceased to frig herself when an emission came to her relief. It was no wonder, therefore, that she was glad to meet him.
Harry placed his arm round her waist and, pressing her towards him, kissed her, and slipped his tongue into her mouth. She met it with her own and as they curled amorously around each other he not only made her feel his standing prick, pressing against her as on the previous evening, but, taking her willing hand, made her squeeze it. “Oh, Harry, what is that?” the pretty little creature murmured, pressing her fingers tightly around it of her own accord. “Put your hand, dear, inside my trousers and feel,” he answered, pushing against her as if to make it penetrate her even through her clothes, while she pressed against him with equal force.
Unbuttoning his trousers, she thrust her dainty little hand inside and felt his prick which was so hot as almost to burn her hand. “Feel it, dear, naked, while I feel you,” he cried again, and, stooping until he got his hand under her clothes, he passed it upwards between her thighs and seized her cunt, preparatory to putting his finger in it. Prompted by her sensations, she had that morning left off her drawers and Harry, on finding the glowing and palpitating flesh all naked to his touch, took his arm from her waist and, raising her petticoats up around her, groped her hips and bottom with one hand while he frigged her gently with the other.
She, lifting up his shirt, had taken his cock in her hand; taught by nature alone, while chafing it she began to place it near where his fingers were. They were just on the verge of actually fucking when, to their chagrin, they were disturbed. Coming towards them from the other end of the lane was Miss Birchem, the handsome and voluptuous governess of a school for young gentlemen. She had espied the amorous occupation of Harry and Julia and had seen the excited youth take up the young lady's clothes, thus exposing her white bottom. And she had also seen that which caused still more emotion in her own quim: the prick of the handsome boy fondled by the hand of the girl. The sight had maddened her and for a moment she had been compelled to lean against a tree, which prevented her from being seen by them. While her legs trembled under her she had raised her own clothes above her cunt and, parting the hairy lips, she had thrust her finger in it up to the first joint and commenced to frig with rapidity her sensitive clitoris. This she continued to do-her breasts heaving and her whole body oscillating under the influence of the sensations she was experiencing-until she saw Harry and Julia in that close contact that had the appearance of actual fucking. This brought her feelings to such a height that with a gasp and a quickened movement of her agile waist she spent to such an extent that she almost shrieked as her spunk issued from her.
At this moment Harry had just placed his prick inside Julia's quim. She was lying prostrate and would have lost her maidenhead had he not restrained himself, but just as he had partially penetrated her quivering body and she was kissing him passionately, the Crisis came upon him and he shot forth his spendings on her clitoris, giving her even so pleasure to a greater extent than was attainable by her own finger. This caused Julia to embrace him still more closely, curling her leg around him so as to get him further into her in her desire for a continuance of the pleasure she had hardly tasted.
Miss Birchem, however, came upon them and thus interrupted their amorous sports. This lewd governess had a mad passion for flagellation, preferring first to have her own buttocks well birched by a gentleman while he was frigging her with his finger to assist her in spending. She next liked to flog the buttocks of a gentleman, watching its effect on his prick, especially if he was at the same time fucking a girl, increasing his excitement from time to time and tickling and momentarily sucking his testicles till she at last caused him to spend with a shower of rapture, during which Crisis she would flog him unmercifully. Seeing the charming bum of Julia when Harry raised her clothes filled her with a burning desire to whip Julia while Harry's prick was buried in her own cunt, and copious spending had not quelled the lust with which she burned.