'He then examined me all over, and kissed and sucked everything I have. after which he fucked me twice in grand style.'
'While thus engaged, we had the additional gratification of hearing you and Queenie carrying on in the room outside, and I can tell you we heard no end of kissing, sucking, fucking and bawdy talk.
'Had I not been so well satisfied myself with the major's performance, I would have envied Queenie the great pleasure she expressed on the entrance of your prick into her cunt, and the groans of rapture she uttered at your final discharge. As it was, however, they served to fire my imagination and intensify my joy. But, Alick, you have examined me enough now. Oh! how your moustache tickles me! I declare, you will suck out every drop of spend left in my cunt. Whatever should we do if anyone saw us now?'
'Well, let us go farther in among the trees. The notion of fucking a boygirl out here in the open has stirred me up with fresh desire. Though my prick is not so large and strong as he usually is, as you know, he had done a fair allowance of work already today, nevertheless you have given him new life. See how he pants! Will you care for him, do you think?'
'Yes, he is by no means to be despised, indeed on the contrary; he seems in admirable order. I like his nice fresh colour and elastic spring. When I press him down, how nimbly he jerks up again! And see how this little slit-like mouth opens when I squeeze the head. There, a tiny drop of spend, like a white pearl, glistens on the top. Now, I will lie back, raise my thighs and turn up my bottom to let you get more easily at my cunt, and enable you to drive your prick farther in when you are fucking me.'
'That's a darling; you are now most conveniently placed, and your cunt looks charming. So your trousers open up behind as well as in front.
What a capital plan!'
'Yes, I have to get them made in that manner to accommodate on my own occasions when I want to piss, you know.'
This little word, 'piss' fired Alick as she designed. With one hand he held open the soft hairy lips, while with the other, he directed the head of his prick to the sensitive entrance at the lower part of her moist slit.
Then giving one heave of his muscular backside, he thrust his prick, and watched it as it slowly disappeared amidst the rosy folds.
Frances gave that peculiar expansive movement of her thighs, joined with a slight upward heave of her bottom which is so strongly indicative of extreme enjoyment, while the most lascivious fire gleamed in her eyes, as she asked him, 'Can you see it, Alick? Can you see your prick fucking my cunt?'
'Yes, I am watching how the fat hair lips of your cunt suck it in and how red and moist it looks when I draw it out, while the lips seem to follow as if loth to part with it — there, do you like that ' he asked, as he pushed softly up the whole length of his new well-stiffened prick.
'It is delicious. I like your slow quiet style of fucking. It gives one time to relish the prick. How sweetly the head opens up the inner folds of my cunt! Oh! that is so nice! I feel it ever so far up, while the lips of my cunt are stretched round its root and your large hairy balls rub my bottom.
Press against me — hold the cheeks of my arse — you may squeeze them as hard as you lie, yes, I will say all the bawdy words I can think of for you. Queenie has a lovely arse, and the most lubricious way of showing her arse and cunt together.
'Yes, I have often seen her fucked, and watched her pissing too. That is great fun, you know, to watch the yellow piss shooting out from the hairy lips of a big randy cunt. Yes, I will piss or your some other time; and will hold your prick while you piss for me. And I will suck your prick just after pissing. You want to bugger me, do you? Very well, you may; I'll hold open the cheeks of my arse — can you see the little round hole? Oh! I feel your prick there — it's going in — don't push it too far — the most feeling is just inside the opening — yes, that's the way. Do I find your prick too large? No, it feels so well moistened after my cunt! Now, watch — see how I rub the clitoris — this way; then down the slit so. Oh! the feeling is coming! Oh! are you ready? Shoot your spunk into my arse, while I frig my cunt — fuck — fuck. Oh! Alick — hold me; arse, cunt and prick are all on the flow together. Oh!! Oh!!!'
Alick said afterward that he enjoyed this spend more than any he had that day; that Frances not only gripped him with peculiar tightness in her bottom, but presented her cunt in such a wanton and lubricious manner, that his amorous feeling was worked up to the highest degree.
He also told us that he suspected her true sex from the first moment that he saw her. For in spite of her affected boldness of manner, he perceived that there lay underneath a conscious timidity that did not quite accord with her assumed character.
Besides he detected traces of that habit of keeping her legs together, which is so characteristic of most women, and therefore felt encouraged to proceed the more boldly in his pleasurable enterprise.
CHAPTER 15
When Jim and I returned after finding the major, Frances ran forward to meet us. Her clustering curls of golden hair were tossed and disordered, but her eyes were bright and her voice cheery as she exclaimed, 'Queenie, I have been vanquished. Both the major and Captain Stuart have proved too strong for my weak defence. My armour has been penetrated, and every vulnerable crevice discovered and laid bare. Let me go in and throw aside my harness as useless and unavailing.'
We only laughed, as the major replied, 'No, my sweet Frances, your disguise is admirable, and tends more than anything to enhance your surpassing charms. Is not that your opinion, too?' he said, turning to Alick, who had just come up.
'Most assuredly,' replied Alick, 'Frances would be lovely and lovable in any dress, and better in none at all, for to her the poet's words might be justly applied:
She is, when unadorn'd, adorn'd the most.
Yet I fully agree with you that her boyish costume renders her charm still more piquant and irresistible.'
We then went into the house to prepare for dinner and get ready to welcome Lord Ferrars and Dick on their return from the hunting expedition.
Our new friends were received there with great cordiality, and we were soon as familiar together as if we had been friends all our lives.
When the servants were got rid of after dinner, we retreated into my snug little boudoir, and then, as usual, undress became the order of the day.
The gentlemen did not object to our making free with their engines of delight, and we placed no difficulties in the way of their full and free investigation of our secret charms.
We handled and frigged their pricks one after the other, and they fingered and viewed our cunts and bottoms in every variety of attitude and position. My husband and Lord Ferrars, being tolerably fresh, had their pricks in fair fucking order, while those of the others were rather languid after their late services with us; so it was decided that Lord Ferrars was to sacrifice to Venus, and that Jim's cunt was to be the alter on which the libation should be poured forth, while the major was to act what was to him a very pleasing duty — the part of presiding priest, that is he was to hold the sacrificial knife and see that the victim was duly penetrated and the sacrifice in all respects complete.
Jim was accordingly stripped to her stockings and boots, which by universal consent is judged the suitable amount of dress for these occasions, and laid on her back on a broad couch in the centre of the room. We gathered round her, and the major commenced his duties by lifting her legs, pushing a pillow under her bottom and spreading her thighs to their widest extent.