Dick now feasted his eyes on her budding charms as he gave directions to Polly about preparing the poultice. He gently passed his hand over the fat smooth lips, and with the tip of his finger rubbed lightly up and down the warm cleft.
She felt the thrilling effect of his knowing touches, and with a flushing face, said: 'That was very nice, Mr Dick; it quite removes the pain.'
'Yes, dear, that is what I am trying to do, the nerves here are very sensitive and this friction stills the pain.'
When Polly came with the poultice, she was not a little surprised to see Jim lying back with her thighs wide apart, her eyes closed and her face flushed with pleasure, while Dick leaned over her with one hand under her bottom and the other busily engaged in frigging the rosy slit of the projecting cunt.
'See, Polly, I have almost cured Miss Jemima by rubbing this sweet little mouth; she quite enjoys my touching her here, don't you, Jim?'
'Yes, Mr Dick, it feels very nice, and has quite lulled the pain!'
'It is such a pretty little mouth, too; I would so like to kiss it; might I, Jim?'
'Oh, no, Mr Dick, you surely would not kiss me there — nobody would do that.'
'Yes, there is somebody that would, and somebody that will,' and raising her plump little bottom with his hand, he pressed his mouth between the pouting lips and took a long sucking kiss. Jim's face glowed with pleasurable excitement, and turning to Polly, she asked: 'Did you ever know such a thing?'
'Yes, indeed, Miss Jemima, I have heard it said that when men are very fond of us they like to kiss us there.'
Meanwhile dick sucked her clitoris, and frigged her with his tongue and he soon felt the thrill of pleasure agitate her frame.
She breathed fast and hard, and then lay back with her eyes closed.
When she recovered, he kissed her mouth and said, 'You are a sweet little pet, Jim, and as I have relieved the pain, I will put on the poultice and leave you to rest.'
She smiled and said: 'Thanks, Mr Dick, you have given me great ease, and you are very kind.'
Dick then motioned Polly to accompany him, and when they were out of hearing, she laughed and said: 'You are a terrible man, Mr Dick, you seem to get your way with us all.'
'Well, I have made a fair beginning,' he said, 'and I must leave the rest in your hands. She will be sure to question you, and you know to lead her on — return to her now, and tell me about all that passes.'
When Polly and I were next alone, she told me that when she went back to Jim, she at once began: 'Well, Polly, isn't Dicksie' (a pet name they had for me among themselves) 'a funny man! I can't to think what made him kiss me between my legs but, do you know, it felt so very nice I don't think I could refuse him if he asked me again.'
'Of course you would not, he is very fond of you and that's why he kissed you there.'
'But, Polly, it made me feel so hot and the heat is there still.'
'Let me see,' said Polly, and she lifted her skirt, Jim leaned back and opened her thighs and Polly softly and tenderly frigged the little love slit, and went on: 'This is the part of us woman that men are always thinking of, and longing to see and feel, and do something else to, tool'
'Why what else could they do?" 'Do you know what they have themselves?'
'No, Polly, how could I?'
'Ah you do, every girl knows; you have surely seen little boys' cocks?'
'Oh, yes, is that what you mean? I thought you meant something big.'
'And so I do; when little boys grow they become big cocks.'
'And what have big cocks got to do with us, that's what I want to know?'
'Just this: they are made to go into us here, and that's why this little crevice is like a mouth, and when you grow older hair will come there like a man's moustache.'
'How funny! I never thought of that; you are older that I, have you a moustache there? Show it to me, Polly, there's a good girl.' Polly allowed her to lift her dress as she stood by her side; then Jim put one hand behind her bottom and drew her nearer, while she pushed the other between her legs to open them, and exclaimed: 'Oh, my! So you have! And so bushy and soft! And such thick lips! And so hot inside!
And so large! I declare, two — three fingers go in easily; was a big cock every pushed into you, Polly?'
'Ah, Miss Jim, that's not fair, what would you think of me if I told you?'
'I would think you the kindest and best natured girl in the world; tell me, Polly, you may trust me, and I will be so very fond of you.'
'Well, miss, I may as well confess that I have enjoyed that pleasure, and you'll not find many girls of my age that haven't; and whether they have or not, or whatever they may say, they all wish for it; even you, Miss Jemima, young as you are, seem quite ready; see how far I can push my finger into this soft opening and it does not appear to hurt you.'
'It does hurt a little, Polly, but still I like it; you may go; oh that's nice — would a big cock feel nicer than that?'
'Twenty times nicer, dear, it is so smooth and soft and has such a pretty round head and slips in and out so deliciously that it would make you just tremble with delight; oh, if it was here in place of my finger, how pleased you would be.'
'I think I would Polly; has Dicksie one of these nice big cocks?' she asked with a knowing look.
Polly blushed and turned away her face: 'Ah! Miss Jemima, how curious you are: of course he has, but he does not call it by that name.'
'How does he call it? I am so fond of you Polly for telling me these things, and I want to know everything; what does he call it, Polly?'
'He calls it his prick, miss; I am sure he would very well to show it to you, and let you feel it too, if you ask him.'
'I would not ask him for the world; prick… prick, I remember seeing that word chalked on a gate. But I did not know what it meant, and there was another word just below it which seemed to belong to it — cunt; what does that mean?'
'Why, that's the name of this little mouth here.'
'Is that what Dicksie calls it?'
'Yes, dear, the very thing, but now I must go, I have told you enough for this time.'
Dick praised Polly's tact and cleverness, and having satisfied her with an extra-loving embrace said: 'Now, Polly, all we need is an opportunity to complete the work you have helped commence.'
That opportunity soon occurred. Mrs Bond was again invited out to tea, and as Jim was unable to accompany her mother and sister, she obtained leave to ask Dick to come and sit with her in the evening.
Dick readily accepted the invitation, and made himself as agreeable as he could. When Polly had removed the tea things, Jim asked her to remain and keep them company. Then came that happy 'tide in the affairs of men, which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.'
Jim and Dick reclined together on the sofa, while Polly sat on a stool before them. Dick remarked that Jim must now be almost quite well, as he had not to lance her for several days but 'let me see again to make sure', and he raised her dress to look.
'I am ashamed, Mr Dick, at your seeing me so often uncovered.'
'You need not feel ashamed, for you are beautifully made; and this is the sweetest little mouth I ever saw or kissed,' and slipping off the sofa he pushed in between her legs and frigged her with his tongue. Her excitement was now evident, for she spread her thighs and pushed forward her cunt.
Dick felt that now she was ready for the climax itself; so he looked up and asked if she liked the feel of his tongue in her love-chink — 'this dew little cunt, I mean'.
Jim blushed, and murmured that nothing could be nicer.
'Oh, yes, there is something that would be nicer, is there not, Polly?'
'Indeed there is, Miss Jim, let me show it to you,' and opening his trousers at the front, she drew out his fine standing prick.