I was not present at this first step in their wily plot, but was informed of what took place afterward, when all was settled and we had fallen into the positions which stern fate apparently had allotted to us. Mrs Bond was as ambitious as she was clever, and at once on her arrival she perceived that the amorous tastes and weaknesses of the old governor presented an opportunity of making her daughter Mary so attractive and so essential to his pleasure that he might be induced to take her as his second wife.
The engagement with Dick, she treated very lightly, as she knew that she had brought it on herself, and that he probably would not regret being released from the promise which had been exacted from him; while my connection gave her no concern whatsoever.
I soon perceived the old man's infatuation. He was perpetually at Mrs Bond's; and when with me, which was more seldom than formerly, he could talk of nothing but Mary — her beauty, her accomplishments and her charms.
So I said to him one day when he was returning my caresses in a languid manner, 'My dear old Charley, I see how the wind blows; you like Mary, you want Mary — why don't you marry her, and you will have the full command of a fine young girl, and her accomplished mother into the bargain?'
Well, I might, except on your account, and also that she is engaged to our friend, Dick.'
'As for me,' I replied, 'don't let that be an obstacle. Thanks to your liberality, and my father's kindness, I am independent; and my affection for you under any circumstances remain the same; and as for Dick, I don't think he cares much for Mary after all; it would not break his heart. He would like to see her the wife of his friend and patron, Sir Charles.'
To make a long story short, it was soon understood, and acquiesced in by us all, that Mary was to be the second Lady Stanhope; and Dick, thus being set free, reminded me of the old passion he had always nursed in his heart of hearts, and asked me to become his wife.
I consented on the condition that I was to retain the command of my own money, and that we should both be absolutely free to enjoy ourselves just as we had when in possession of our unmarried liberty.
This arrangement smoothed away every difficulty, and restored confidence and kindly feeling amongst us all.
Dick and I were invited to join the parties in the sanctum; and Mary and her mother often came to my boudoir to meet the governor and Dick, who continued the best of friends.
On such occasions Mrs Bond was always called by general consent to preside.
She naturally made the governor the great object of her attention, and left Dick and me to follow our own devices and join in as we liked; which plan suited all parties very well.
I will describe one of these scenes as a specimen. Having settled the old governor in a most voluptuous position on the couch, his bottom resting on soft cushions, his back supported by sloping pillows and his thighs wide apart, Mrs Bond would kneel at his side and stoop forward so as to elevate her naked posterior beauties, of which she was justly proud, in front of a large mirror in full view of the reclining governor. Then in the most skilful manner, she would take in hand and delicately frig his prick, which though only partially erect was fully sensitive to the delicious touch of her pliant and mobile fingers. Her other hand meanwhile would stealthily pass under his thigh, and with cunning play, titillate him behind.
By their direction, Mary would kneel at the other side with her fair white bottom turned toward his face, so that he could feast his eyes or amuse his fingers either with her delicate little nether entrance, or the thick hairy lips of her luscious quim; and sometimes, at a hint from her mother, she would vary her position by straddling over his breast and pushing her bottom to his face, that he might kiss and smell the fragrant apertures there; all the time, however, keeping her open mouth over his prick, so that her mother might pop in its head when she wished to vary the sensation.
She soon discovered how fond the governor was of listening to randy talk and the special delight he found in hearing women freely using all those wanton terms and expressions which are suggestive of lecherous thought and practice.
She accordingly gratified him and intensified his excitement by carrying on with Mary a most lascivious and suggestive conversation; occasionally having recourse to Dick or me for the sake of variety.
'Fucking, mamma! Fucking; there is no more delightful feeling than that of a nice prick being pushed up into one's cunt, rubbing against its sensitive creases and filling it to capacity.'
'Do you like the feel of Sir Charles's prick fucking your cunt?'
'I do greatly, especially when you put it in, mamma, and hold it by the root, which makes it stronger; and then I feel your fingers playing about my clitoris and the lips of my cunt.'
'Where do you feel his cods rubbing when he fucks you lying on your back with your legs raised up?'
'I feel his cods rubbing against the whole of my bottom — well, my arse, if he likes me to say that. Do you like looking at my naked arse, Sir Charles?'
'I do, darling Mary, I enjoy greatly looking at your naked arse; it is so soft and round, and of such a creamy whiteness; push it up nearer, and I will kiss it for you.'
'What do you do, Mary, just before you get into bed?'
'I take out the pot, mamma, and piss into it; and sometimes I watch my cunt while it pisses. I suppose most people piss before going to bed.
Don't you? Sir Charles wished to see me piss the other night. I pissed through his fingers, and then he kissed my cunt before I wiped it and while the drops of piss still hung about his hands; then I made him piss for me, and I held his prick as I watched the amber stream shoot out of the little slit at the top, then I sucked it, and got some of the piss into my mouth, I think.'
Dick and I laughed; we were highly amused at the wily craft of the mother, and the unblushing effrontery of the daughter.
Meanwhile, we carried on our own little play of kissing and sucking, and petting and fucking. We had enjoyed a nice fuck on a couch parallel with and close to that on which the governor was lying — so near, in fact, that by stretching out his arm he was able to place his lecherous hand on Dick's fine sturdy prick as he worked it slowly and deliberately in my cunt. And for a moment Mrs Bond and Mary had paused to watch us also.
Dick was now resting with his head on the pillow, while I straddled over him holding his softened tool in my hands, rubbing and pressing it against the warm lips of my still excited cunt. Mrs Bond, who studied the governor's prick as a doctor does the pulse of his patient, perceived that further stimulation was needed; so, winking at Mary she asked, 'Did Sir Charles ever get anyone to fuck you while he looked on?'
'He did, mamma; I did not quite like it, but you know, I would do anything to please him. He brought the coachman into his room, and having told him he wanted to fuck one of the maids before him, he blindfolded him perfectly. Then he placed him on the bed on his back and desired him to get his prick in order for the girl he was about to bring in.
When all was ready, he came for me, stripped me naked, led me in and directed me to get on the bed and straddle down over the coachman's face that he might fist gratify and excite himself by kissing my cunt and sucking my arsehole.
Of course, I liked that very well, especially as the governor was pleased and kept on fingering me all the while.
I was therefore quite ready when Sir Charles told me to squat down on the man's prick while he stuffed it into my cunt. Then I worked away like a postilion up and down while Sir Charles held his prick to my mouth and asked me to frig and suck it and tickle his bottom until he spent.
'How did you like it yourself, Sir Charles.'
'Oh! it was grand! do you remember how I held you by the shoulders, as I drove my prick through your fingers in and out of your mouth as if it were a cunt. And the best of it was, the coachman had not the least idea whose cunt it was that gave him such delight, but thought and still thinks that it was one of the maids.'