This position elevated my posteriors, and he proceeded at once to avail himself of it. Throwing my dress over my back, he moved me towards him until my naked bum was almost opposite his face. Then, spreading my thighs, he opened the lips of my quim with his fingers, played about the clitoris, and having moistened his finger in my cunt, pushed it into my bottom-hole. I rather enjoyed this display of my posterior charms. Few women object to showing their bottom to men whom they like as they always calculate on the exciting effect of the inspection of this interesting feature. They know well that the bottom-hole is situated so close to the opening of the cunt that it is scarcely possible to look at one without seeing the other, but they consider that the fact of their being placed side by side in the region consecrated to voluptuous enjoyment is a clear intimation that nature intended them to share in those attentions which usually precede and lead up to the grand consummation itself.
So while I fondled his prick and moulded his balls, he played with the crannies and fissures of my bottom.
Then getting me to straddle directly over him, he made me stoop until my cunt rested on his mouth. All the lustful feelings of my nature now became strongly excited as I felt his warm breath blowing aside the hairs of my cunt, and his pliant tongue winding round my clitoris, playing between my nymphae and exploring the secret passage inside. But when he went on to the nether entrance, and I felt the titillation of his tongue amid its sensitive creases, the sluices of pleasure burst open and I became conscious of that melting sensation which women call spending but which is very different from the spouting flood which issues from the male organ.
'Oh, Freddy!' I cried, twisting my rump, and expanding the wrinkles on my bottom-hole to let his tongue further in, 'that is delightful! Oh! I'm coming! Freddy! I'm coming!' Taking the head and shoulders of his prick into my mouth, I sucked with all my force, twining my tongue around its indented neck and all the while, moulding his balls with one hand and frigging his arsehole with the other. The usual effect quickly followed. He began to have his loins up and down, driving his prick in and out of my mouth as if he were fucking it. His prick grew larger, stronger, and hotter; and just as I felt his open mouth in my cunt sipping up the pleasure drops that trickled down its excited folds, a torrent of hot spunk, luscious and sweet, burst into my mouth and flowed down my throat.
I sank down upon his body, and still pressing my tingling cunt on his hairy chin, muttered: 'Oh! my Freddy, that was delightful! How my bottom and cunt thrilled while you sucked them! But what a torrent of hot spunk your prick shot into my mouth! What great bollocks you have, Freddy! And how hard they grew when your prick swelled up in my mouth and tried to force itself down my throat!'
The ice was now thoroughly broken; and what between my husband at night and Lord Ferrars by day, I had as much fucking as any woman could possibly desire.
Dick seemed to love me better than ever; and no loving couple on their honeymoon ever enjoyed each other more fully than we did. Like the old governor, he seemed to have a special fancy for having me immediately after being fucked by another.
He said my cunt then felt hotter, and my whole body more springy; that I sucked on his prick with more gusto, and fucked with more animation than at other times.
Indeed I was conscious of it myself, for the feel of a different prick in my cunt just after being fucked by another was to me specially enjoyable, and I could not help showing my pleasure by increased activity in heaving up my rump, pressing and hugging with my hands and arms, and using with more unction and freedom those amorous expressions and bawdy terms which I knew from long experience were the surest provocative of sexual delight.
My husband would sometimes send me into Lord Ferrars in the early morning before any one was stirring, with express injunctions to hurry back to him as soon as his lordship had discharged in my cunt; and so entirely did he rise above the usual popular prejudice in these matters, that if the morning was dark he would even follow me to the door, and stand there wrapped in his dressing gown to enjoy hearing his wife fucked by another man. On such occasions, I would leave the door open and contrive to make my lord talk of everything so that Dick might know all that was going on and follow each step of the pleasurable race. But on one of these occasions an event happened which we did not expect.
On coming to the bedside, I slipped my hand under the clothes and felt about for his lordship's prick, saying: 'Are you awake, Freddy? Where is your prick? I can only find your bollocks.
'Here it is, my pet, I have it tucked up in my shirt to keep it safe for you.'
And throwing down the bedclothes, he added, 'Get up — lie on your back, and turn up your sweet little arse; that's the way I like best to fuck you — my prick gets further into your cunt, and my bollocks press more luxuriously on your arsehole.'
Then, getting between my thighs, with my doubled-up knees under his arms, he pressed the length of his prick along the slit of my cunt, telling me to put down my hand and pet it for a moment before he popped it in. so taking it in my hand I rubbed it between the lips and over the clitoris, as I said, 'How strong and big your prick feels tonight, Freddy; I am sure you were just longing for a fuck! And very likely dreaming about it when I came to you, were you not?'
'Well, I was, and a queer dream I had.'
'Tell it to me, dear, I love queer dreams.'
'I dreamt, Queenie, that your husband was lying in bed on his back, that you were straddled over him with your bottom toward his face and his prick was in your cunt; that I happened to come in, and you both called to me to watch you fucking; that I went up, and you at once caught hold of my prick and put it in your mouth; and that as you rose up and down over him causing his prick to slip in and out of your cunt, you moved your head over mine, making it bass in and out through your lips. But the funniest part was that my prick seemed to grow longer and longer as you sucked it, and passed down your throat into your belly, where it still went on extending, and at last made its way out through your cunt; that then your husband began to laugh, and exclaimed: "I say Ferrars, you have spitted my wife, but you must lose your penis, for I shall have to amputate it to save her life." "No, you shall not," I replied and putting down my hands, I grasped my prick, and was holding it tightly when you came in.'
'That was a funny dream; but I don't think you will ver lose your prick in that way, for even if Dick did find it in my cunt, I am sure he would not be so barbarous as to cut it off. That would be a terrible loss to you; whatever would you do without a prick to fuck with? — I don't think you would live long.' And putting down my hand, I grasped the root of his prick as its well-moistened head worked up and down in my cunt.
'Do you like that?' I asked, turning up my rump until my body was curved like a bow.
'I do, sweet pet,' he said, giving me a prod that made me feel his prick at my backbone, 'and how do you like that?'
'It is exquisite,' I replied wriggling my bottom and squeezing him in my arms.
'Oh, my love, your cunt is perfection — it takes my prick with such satisfaction and holds it with such tenacious eagerness that it doubles the pleasure of fucking. How I envy Dick having such a cunt always at his command.'
'Well, I am sure you get enough of it; if you had more you would soon grow tired of it.'
'Never my pet. I could not have too much of it,' he said, moving slowly, and evidently holding himself in check, to prolong his enjoyment; 'but what would my friend Dick say if he knew I was so favoured by his beautiful wife — I suppose he would soon turn me out of doors.'
'I am not so sure of that, Freddy; for, in the first place, he likes you very much; secondly, he has not a spark of jealousy — he has too much good sense for that; and thirdly, he likes me to be happy and enjoy myself, even as I am doing now — Oh! Freddy — now pour it into me — fill my belly with spunk — push against my bottom — fuck — fuck — cunt — fuck — fuck — fuck; now let me go — I have already stayed too long and you have had enough for one time — if you want more, come into my bathroom when I am up — so, here's a kiss, and goodbye.'