'Yes, let me show him to you — there — that's what you may call a prick!'
And he looked quite proud of it as it pushed up its great rosy top through the midst of my encircling fingers.
'Frig it, Queenie, fright it; I always take special delight in the favours of a married woman, for she understands and values a fine prick, and knows how to get it into working order,' and opening his trousers more, he continued, 'Put your other hand on my balls, they are worth feeling too.'
I did so, moving one hand slowly up and down the smooth shaft of his throbbing tool, and gently working and pressing his large firm stones with the other.
'Do you like it, Queenie?' he asked, as he saw me looking down with admiring glances. 'Tell me its name, dear.'
'Prick.'
'Now, tell me what you think of my prick.'
'It is a very fair specimen, Alick; just the sort of prick a woman likes to see and pet,' kissing it as I spoke.
'And, Queenie, what have you here yourself? He asked as he stooped and ran his hand up between my thighs.
'My cunt, Alick; a soft brown-haired cunt.'
'What would your cunt like my prick to do for it?'
'To get into it, Alick, and fuck it.'
'Would it be safe to fuck you here?'
'No; but there is a place not far off where we shall be quite safe and find every accommodation.'
I brought him to a small building at one corner of the garden which Dick had constructed for a smoking lounge and other luxurious purposes. It consisted of two rooms opening into another by a concealed door; and in the door was a secret spying hole which could be used from the other side, and which we often found very convenient.
In the interior room, I felt sure that, according to previous arrangement, Jim and the major were now comfortably settled, waiting to witness the performance we were going to enact, and very likely to express their sympathy by indulging in similar pastimes themselves.
Meanwhile overhead a snug little hiding place next the roof, reached from the outside, I thought it not improbable that Frances lay ensconced, in expectation of enjoying the view of both parties underneath.
As soon as Captain Stuart and I had ascended the steps and entered this retreat, he exclaimed: 'What a jolly place! So smugly furnished too!
I am so much obliged to you, Queenie, for bringing me here. Come, and sit down with me on this comfortable couch.'
'I will, but you must promise to be good and not to shock my modesty too much.'
'Very well, I will be as good as is in my nature, but let this sweet mouth answer for itself' — and taking me in his arms he placed me recumbent on the couch and deliberately pulled up my clothes.
Then, separating my thighs, he kneeled on the floor and began to kiss and suck my cunt; then growing more excited as he went on, he proceeded to kiss and suck my bottom-hole.
Every woman knows what a grand stimulant this is to her erotic feelings. So I writhed my bottom about, and spread my thighs to their widest stretch to give him freer access. At last, I could restrain myself no longer, and I cried, 'Come, Alick, you have sucked my arse long enough; the hot spend is welling in my cunt; get up, ram your prick into it and fuck me, fuck me with all the force you have.'
Alick at once obeyed, and taking off his trousers altogether, he placed the head of his prick at the mouth of my highly excited cunt and with one thrust drove it up to the hilt.
All the sensation of my body seemed now concentrated in my cunt. the introduction of a new prick of such fine proportions imparted a feeling of novelty, and the vigour and rapidity of Alick's movements caused my nerves to vibrate with emotions of unusual pleasure, while he asked at ever fresh prod, 'Do you like it, Queenie? Is your cunt enjoying my prick? Does this style of fucking please you?'
'Yes, dear Alick, you way of fucking is delightful, and your prick fills my cunt to its utmost satisfaction. Do you like to hear a woman talk lewdly when you are fucking her?'
'Oh, the lewder the better. I like to hear a woman talk lewdly at any time; but when my prick is rummaging her cunt, then it makes one almost wild with pleasure to hear her indulge freely in the most lascivious terms and expressions. So be as lewd as ever you can — now, heave your arse.' I did so, and in plunged his prick; as his balls flopped against my bottom, he cried, 'Oh! that's grand! How greedily your cunt sucks in my prick! How it clasps my prick in its hot folds! Go on, Queenie — you know how to enjoy a fuck. There — you have it! Oh!'
He sank over me with his head on my should and his prick buried in my cunt. After a moment, he raised his face and said, 'What would your husband say if he saw us now?'
'He would say: fuck away, Captain Stuart; fuck her as hard as you can, and I will hold your prick and handle your balls to urge you on; and you would soon feel his fingers round the root of your prick and touching you up behind the balls to start you afresh.'
Just the very thing I was then desiring more, for like every woman who possesses any experience in these matters, I enjoy the second fuck more than the first. I am therefore always glad when my man allows his prick to remain soaking in my cunt. And as soon as I think he has had sufficient rest, I endeavour, by the warm pressure of my cunt, lascivious heaves of my bottom, wanton touches of my fingers and, above all, by bawdy words, to resuscitate his powers and incite him to renewed enjoyment.
In this instance my efforts were speedily crowned with success; for I felt his prick stiffening in my warm sheath, as he replied, 'Why, your worthy husband resembles the major in that. He loves to handle a prick, especially when fucking. I sometimes think he has more than a woman's passion for a prick; he seems so thoroughly to enjoy holding it in his hand, frigging it and, when he gets really excited, even kissing and sucking it; and once he made me spend in his mouth, while he pressed my balls and squeezed the cheeks of my bottom just as a woman would; but oh! — the talking about it, added to your wanton play, has given me full vigour again — there he is, able for his work — now, Queenie, talk as bawdy as you please!'
'Heave your arse against me,' I said, holding him tightly in my arms, as I kissed out the words; 'Arse; prick; cunt; bollocks; arse; arse; arse.'
Then I felt a second deluge of spunk flooding my cunt and bubbling out at the sides as we sank almost lifeless in each other's arms.
We soon recovered, however, and Alick lay back on the couch to rest. I was wiping and fondling his somewhat exhausted tool when I heard a slight tapping at the door, and Jim's voice saying: 'Let me in, dear Queenie.'
I opened the door, and she entered smiling as usual. Her eyes twinkled in answer to our enquiring looks as we asked what she had done with the major.
'What have I done with the major! Just what have you been doing with one another, unless I am much mistaken. As soon as the major and I gained the shelter of your summerhouse, he induced me to kneel on the seat and present my nether beauties for his investigation, and indeed his investigation was a little rough; for he pinched and slapped my poor bottom until it smarted again; then he kissed it to make it well and rubbed his grisly beard up and down the tender furrow until my cunt became inflamed and I felt as randy as a she-cat. Then he whipped out his tool to give me ease, and after first poking my cunt, he finishes up in my bottom-hole.
'That's what I have done with him, in one sense, and in another, I am not done with him! I can tell you that he has gone to exercise his ingenuity by undertaking a course of philosophical, or rather I should say physiological, enquiry. Is not that grandly put? But it is a fact. He had just satisfied his vile propensity with me and we had scarcely put ourselves to rights, when who should appear but Mr Gipton, looking as smart and impudent as ever. We had been speaking of him before, and the major, having plied me with a variety of questions respecting his manners, habits and antecedents, and said, "From all you have told me, I perceive he is no ordinary character — in fact, he must be either a girlboy or a boy-girl, if you understand the difference. And more, he must be decidedly clever to have bamboozled your sharp wits. But rest assured, I will find out before long whether Gipton is a Mr or a Miss."