Frances laughed, as he exclaimed, 'By Jove! — just what I expected — what a charming girl you are! I suppose I must call you, Frances, now.
How admirably you acted the part of a sailor lad! You would deceive any man unless he saw or touched your cunt. And how well you have disguised your bubbies too.'
Here, he took her in his arms. Frances made no objection; on the contrary, she now afforded him ever facility to feel and examine her as much as he desired. As his hands were roving over each voluptuous prominence and entering every inviting crevice, he suddenly looked up and said, 'But what about Lord Ferrars? I don't wish to come to loggerheads with him.'
'Oh,' replied Frances, 'you may make your mind easy on that score. You will meet neither loggerheads nor maidenheads here just now, they took their departure long ago. I don't mind telling you that I have accompanied Lord Ferrars as his mistress; that I am very fond of him, and that he is very good to me. He gives me everything I could wish for, and, best of all, the most perfect liberty. He does not care how often I am fucked by others, provided I am always ready for him. Indeed he tells me that he enjoys my cunt more just after I have come from the embraces of another man. Not only that, but he likes to see me fucked, especially if I can hold the prick which is fucking me. I think he shares your taste in liking to see and handle a good prick, and watch it doing its work. I have, in fact, a suspicion that he is more pleased when his own prick is frigged by a man than by a woman. And, now that you know so much, I may as well tell you in addition that one reason why he and the doctor are such great friends is that they go shares in every woman they enjoy and are fond of petting each other's prick.'
'Why, Frances, it seems to me that I have fallen into clover. And does he share his friend's wife, too?'
'Aye, that he does, and the doctor takes the greatest delight in watching his performance and urging him on by every means in his power.'
'Well, I guess we shall yet have some fun together; but we must not act the part, until I have had some play with this little fanny of yours; how shall I get to her?'
'Shall I place myself like the girl in that picture?'
'Yes; I am just longing for a view of your lovely arse.'
'Well, major, I will, for I feel randy to the last degree, and ready for anything; but it would not be safe to strip here. Come along with me, I will show you a snug retreat where we shall be safe from intrusion and able to enjoy ourselves as we like.'
Frances led him to the inner room of the smoking pavilion, and having secured the door, she pulled off her trousers, and sitting down on the couch opposite to him, threw up her legs and held open her thighs with her hands on each side.
Then, smiling up at him through he wide-spread limbs, she cried, 'There major! Behold my arse, cunt, and everything; what do you think of them?'
'I think your charming arse beats the picture hollow. It is lovely! Do you often show it that way to Lord Ferrars?'
'Yes, when I wish to excite him very much I show him my arse and say: come! Out with your prick and fuck me! but kiss and suck it first, and we shall both enjoy it more.'
'What does he do then?'
'If he is dressed, he lets down his trousers, and shows me his prick, and presents it for a kiss and a little suck; then going on his knees, he pushes his hands under the cheeks of my bottom to raise it higher; then he applies his mouth to my cunt, and after nibbling the clitoris and rolling his tongue about inside the lips, he passes on to my bottom-hole, sucks it and thrusts in his tongue as far as he can.'
'Do you like having your bottom-hole sucked?'
'Yes, greatly, I like it more than anything.'
'Well, I will suck your bottom-hole for you, but, like Lord Ferrars, I will begin with your cunt' — and kneeling down, he applied his mouth to the rosy slit, moist with love's dew and redolent with that hot cuntperfume which Frances, when excited, possessed in a marked degree.
Then moving lower down and drawing open the fat cheeks of her bottom, he sucked the pursed up edges of her little brown orifice, and then worked his tongue a short distance up the passage itself.
This was just what France was longing for — it was her passion, and she groaned with inexpressible delight: 'Oh! how sweetly you suck my bottom! Push in your dear tongue.'
After sucking for a few moments, while she wriggled her bottom and did all in her power to open her arsehole to facilitate the entrance of his tongue, he asked, 'Do you like that, Frances?'
'Yes, it is most delicious! I love to feel your tongue just inside there, and your breath blowing in the hair of my cunt,' and she hoisted her arse in the most lascivious manner, rubbing her cunt across his nose and jerking her arse against his chin. 'Oh! it's coming, major! Suck my cunt — put your finger in my arse — pinch my cheeks — pinch hard — oh!'
The major quickly transferred his mouth to her cunt, and licked up the drops of spend that oozed out of her fragrant slit.
Frances then closed her eyes and lay back to rest, while he sat on the ground still playing with her cunt, drawing open the fat, hair-skirted lips that he might see their glowing inside and sniff up the rich salty odour that exhaled from their inner folds.
It was at this moment that we entered the outside room, and Alick's exclamation at one aroused the interest of his friend.
'Hallo! I hear Alick's voice in the other room! Who is that he is talking to?'
'That is Mrs Harpur, our friend Queenie, you know. They have made up matters, I perceive, and are coming there, no doubt, for a quick fuck.
We shall have great fun watching them and listening to their bawdy talk. See, place yourself here, look through this little opening and tell me all that you observe, and I will play with this poor tired fellow until I have him in good humour again.'
She then knelt before him, and holding his prick in her left hand, she rubbed its soft head about her nose and mouth, and passing her right hand round his hip, pushed it under his bottom until she reached the bag holding his large firm stones.
Meantime the major continued in a low but distinct whisper.
'What a splendid arse your friend Queenie has! Alick has spread it wide open before him. How he kisses and rubs his face over its glossy surface; now he has drawn open the lips of her cunt and is admiring its rosy chink! Now he sucks it! Don't you hear him! Now he has moved lower down and is sucking her bottom. Alick, my boy you know what voluptuous pleasure is! You are wise — you stop at nothing which promotes it. But listen to Queenie! How delicious to hear her talking of her arse, and telling him to ram his prick into her cunt. Now he is in her; how pleased she looks! How smoothly his prick rushes up between the soft hairy lips of her cunt! How eagerly he plunges against her arse!
How promptly she heaves up! Oh, it is a grand sight! Alick has a splendid tool and uses it with skill and effect. Now, Frances, it is your turn to look, and let me have your bottom to play with.'
'Well, there it is, major,' she replied, pulling up her dress behind as high as he could and stooping forward, 'bottom, cunt, and everything, for you to view and kiss and suck as much as you like; and I will describe, as well as I can, all that is going on in the room outside.'
The major paid due homage to the beauties of her turned up bottom as she continued, 'They are now commencing their second fuck, which Queenie always enjoys the most. She is still on her back with her thighs lifted up and wide apart. Alick is fucking with science and deliberation. He draws the whole of his prick out before every
renewed plunge, while Queenie is panting below him, twisting her arse and talking with extreme lewdness to spur him on — "prick and piss; fuck and arse; spunk and bollocks, are the words which sound in his ears at every plunge of his prick into her heated and closely grasping cunt. Oh! major! How nice it is to feel your tongue moving about just inside my arsehole! How is your prick? Is he stiffening up again? Let me put my hand on him. I am longing for another good fuck.