So it was with Julia; she now looked the very pictures of meekness, and smiled when Davy told her how much he admired her, and that she had the sweetest and most delicious cunt he had ever fucked.
'But Davy, now that you have done all that you wanted, won't you love me, dear, and never grow tired of me nor give me up for somebody else.'
'Sweet Juliar, nebba fear, while you are good and do all you are asked to do, Davy will nebba tire ob you, nor gib you up; and now tell Davy, like a good girl, dat you like looking at and petting his prick. Say datmy Juliar.'
'Dear Davy, let me look at and pet your nice prick.'
She took it in her hands, and smiled as it stiffened up while she frigged it up and down.
'Would you like me to kiss your prick, Davy:' she asked, looking most coaxingly at him.
'Yes, dear, dear,' he said, lying back and spreading his legs. Still holding his prick in her hands she rubbed its big head to her nose and lips. Meaning to giver her a hint, he said, 'You hab sweet cunt, Juliar, it had bery good taste; when I suck it, did my tongue rubbing in it make it feel nice?'
'Oh, yes, Davy, when you sucked my cunt it was very pleasant, but I did not like you to bite my bottom.'
'I only did dat,' he replied, laughing, 'to make you speak; you can punish me now if you like, by giving my prick a good nip in your mouth.'
'I would be very sorry to hurt it, Davy, but I will take it into my mouth and suck it like a cow's tit.'
She went on her knees and stooped over his prick to suck it, while he uncovered all her white bottom and grasped her cunt with his fingers.
'Davy it makes me feel ashamed to have you looking up that way at my naked bottom.'
'Den you needn't my lub; anybody would like to look at your beautiful round white bottom, and dis fat hairy-lipped cunt underneath, and dis pretty little hole in de middle ob de furrow dat run up between dese smooth cheeks. Throw your leg ober me now and let down your bottom on my face and I'll suck it while you play wid my bollocks and prick.'
While this scene was being enacted below, we all lay on the floor intently peeping down The governor and Dick varied their enjoyment by keeping their hands on our cunts; I favoured the latter by similar attention, while the ever watchful widow carefully manipulated the prick of the former, Mary's regards seemed all concentrated on what Davy was doing with the now pacified and compliant Julia.
Turning toward me she whispered, 'Hasn't Davy a fine prick, Queenie?
And how well he uses it! that boy is quite a treasure, I wish we had him up here.' Then looking up, she asked, 'governor, would not you like to see Davy on top of one of us? What fun that would be to have him here with us.'
'It would no doubt be great fun; but I think Davy would run some risk of being spoiled among you all; what do you say, Queenie? We all rely on your judgement and taste.'
'I don't think we would spoil him, if we went the right way about it,' I replied. 'And as Mary seems to have set her heart on having him here' (I gave a malicious wink to the governor), 'if you leave the matter in my hands, I think I shall be able to get up such a lovely performance as will gratify all parties, and prevent our Davy being spoiled.'
It was then agreed that we should all meet in the kiosk at the same hour on the following day.
CHAPTER 11
The day fixed for Mary's nuptials was drawing near, her dresses were ready and the wedding-cake ordered. Mrs Bond, inflated wit a sense of her own importance, fussed about everything, while her eye beamed with delight as she anticipated the approaching triumph of her schemes. But a sudden turn of fortune's wheel dashed the cup of joy from her eager hands even as she raised it to her lips, and overwhelmed her with disappointment and regret.
The very night after our meeting in the kiosk mentioned in the last chapter, the old governor was seized with a fit when undressing for bed; he lingered for a few hours and then unconsciously passed away.
This sad event of course upset all our plans, and destroyed the fine prospects of Mary and her mother.
I did not very much sympathise with them in their trouble, for they had shown utter disregard for the feelings of others.
But for the poor old governor I felt real sorrow, and readily assumed the deep mourning that was becoming in his adopted child.
As soon as we decently could, Dick and I were privately married. He was by this time established in a very good practice, and was able to take a pleasant residence furnished with every comfort and convenience.
We found our previous arrangement worked admirably; and as we were both resolute in expelling the demon jealously from our doors, all went on smoothly. Dick, of course, slept with me and fucked me to his heart's content; and when he desired a little change — and where is the man that does not — he frankly told me, and I never objected; not only that, I even provided him with the means of enjoying it, and he reciprocated by doing the same kind turn for me.
What was the result? He loved and admired me all the more, and ever returned to my arms with renewed zest and intensified enjoyment. We were really happy, for we had no secret form one another, no suspicious feelings, no heart burnings, we mutually shared each other's joys and contributed to each other's pleasure. My intercourse with Mrs Bond and Mary gradually lessened, but my affection for Jemima increased, and she passed much of her time with me. On the evening of her first visit to us after our marriage, when the servants had ceased their attendance and we could bolt the doors and feel ourselves free from prying eyes or interruption, we commenced our love sports.
Dick smiled knowingly at Jim as he passed his hand under my petticoats, and I at once responded by unbuttoning his trousers and drawing out his rosy-headed tool, saying at the same time to her: 'You see, darling Jim we make no stranger of you — you have seen this dear fellow before, and felt it too in your sweet little cunt; now, I want to place it there again myself, and to watch it fucking you. Come here, my pet — sit by me, lean back; what a delightful little cockle-shell you have! stay I must kiss it first.'
Jim spread her legs and pushed up her pretty round bottom as I knelt on the floor and with my fingers separated the hairy lips of her cunt; then I applied my mouth and tongue with thrilling effect to the dear little orifice of love.
Oh! how she panted and twisted about her rump! and how she grunted with satisfaction as she pushed her cunt against my mouth.
'Queenie, you are a darling,' cried Dick, 'and I love you more and more every day.'
Then, coming behind me, he threw up my dress and pressing the cheeks of my bottom, asked: 'What is she doing to you Jim that makes you wriggle your arse in that fashion?'
'Oh, Dick, your wife is sucking my cunt! she is frigging it delightfully with her tongue; she is making me mad for a fuck.'
'And you shall have it too, my sweet Jim, the next turn; for the present, I am deep in the folds of her own randy cunt.'
'Oh, yes, I feel every push you give her. Fuck her well — ram home your prick — press against her arse. Oh! that was a grand stroke! You must let me get behind you someday and watch you fucking; and I will hold your prick and pike it into her cunt and stir your balls, and pinch your arse, and frig your arsehole with my finger — I know, you like me to call bottom, arse, and talk of your arsehole, and to speak of pissing and fucking, and all that.'