"Ah, Carle, it's not kind of you; you know I am so fond of you! You won't hurt me?"
"Open your legs more — there — it's in — in your sweet cunt. Darling Hilda, don't you like to feel my prick there, fucking, fucking?"
"Yes, but push gently, there's a dear."
"My love — oh, my love! — How my prick loves to fuck your sweet cunt."
Then they went on hugging and kissing for ever so long.
After a while I heard her asking questions about his prick and balls. "Now it is beginning to get large again. There, see how it has stiffened up. Would you like me to put it into my mouth and suck it?"
"Yes, my love, that would give me great pleasure. Thanks, darling Hilda, your mouth is almost equal to your cunt. That's delicious."
"But who can tell what queer places this has been in. How many girls have you had, Carle?"
"Ah, Hilda, don't be getting jealous. I have fucked, as you know, a good many girls. And if you are a wise little wife you won't object to my fucking a few more besides yourself, even after we are married. Now, let us make an agreement, love, which I am certain will tend to our mutual happiness. Give me perfect liberty and I will promise never to do anything without your knowledge and consent. I will give you the same liberty to have anyone you please and as often as you please, on the same conditions. I am satisfied we will love each other better and enjoy each other more than ever when we are not tied up exclusively to each other. Do you agree?"
"Well, Carle, I don't desire any liberty myself but if it will make you happier and cause you to love me more, I agree. But, remember, the condition must be carried out."
("Just a moment, Kate! Were they married afterwards, and did they follow that agreement?"
"They were, and the last time I met them, I thought I never saw a happier or more loving couple."
"Another word: what do you think of the arrangement yourself, Kate? I ask you because Mr. T has proposed the same thing to myself, that is, if I marry him."
"Well, dear, it is hard to give an opinion. Most women like to have a man all to themselves and as a rule they are satisfied with one; but in cases where either party has led a free life before marriage, I can quite understand that such an arrangement would be expedient and wise. But you may have an opportunity of judging for yourself as your papa intends inviting them here as soon as Carle returns from his present voyage."
"Oh, that will be delightful. I am longing to see Hilda and we may have Mr. T also, for he says he can't wait any longer for me and he has written to papa. But go on, dear Kate, and tell me what happened next.")
Just this: The following day Carle told the Captain of his engagement with his niece and that he had promised to marry her as soon as they arrived in port.
The Captain replied: "All right, old fellow, I congratulate you. She is a thorough good girl and will make a jolly wife. But you may have her at once so far as I am concerned, if you sign the marriage contract in my presence, which you know has legal force in Danish law."
Carle jumped at the idea. So the contract was drawn up and signed by Hilda and himself, the Captain and I adding our names as witnesses.
"Now," said the Captain, "I pronounce you man and wife together, etc. Have at her as soon as you like, my boy! And as we have witnessed the wedding it would be only fair that we should witness the bedding too."
Carle found her in his arms and placed her on his knee. The Captain caught hold of me and moving his leg under me, said: "Kate, you will have to be my niece now." And in spite of my struggles he forced his hand up between my legs.
Carle was not slow in following his example, and soon amidst many "Ah, Carle," "Stop Charlie" our cunts were taken in full possession of by exploring hands while two standing pricks boldly upreared their rosy tips.
Finding that they were bent on enjoying us openly, we saw no use in further resistance and so let them have their way.
The Captain smiled when he saw how skillfully and lovingly Hilda caressed Carle's noble tool, and under cover of a kiss placed my fingers on his own. "Now, Carle, lay her on the locker and don't spare her maiden-trap. Kate will guide the bird into the nest and I will look on, and see fair play and no favour."
Carle laid her back and tenderly lifting her dress uncovered her belly and thighs. Then raising her legs, he spread her thighs widely apart and paused to admire her cunt, fringed with golden hair, and cosily placed himself between her luxuriant thighs. He then leaned over her so as to place his prick upon its opened lips.
"Kate, now pop it in and hold it firm."
I stooped forward and taking hold of Carle's bounding tool pushed its head into her soft recess. In doing so my bare bottom became exposed to the Captain's view.
He caught me round the hips and cried: "Oh, lovely arse!" He kissed it and I felt his warm pliant tongue playing in and about my cunt and penetrating my bottom-hole itself. Then quickly rising up he thrust his rampant prick into my cunt and fucked away all the while leaning over my back, watching Carle and crying out at every thrust: "That's the way, old fellow! Send it home — rattle your bullocks against her arse— fuck — fuck — fuck — ah, oh!" And we all fell together, our cunts overflowing with the discharge from their excited pricks.
After lying over her for a few moments Carle began to heave his bottom again and gave her the benefit of a second fuck, without taking out his prick.
This pleased the Captain greatly. He stooped over his niece and kissing her asked how she liked being fucked.
She smiled, and stretching out her hand took hold of his prick, now soft and hanging down.
Carle laughed to see her frigging her uncle's prick and went on slowly driving his own in and out of her cunt.
The Captain's prick began to stand; he pushed it towards her face. She drew it to her lips and calling me, raised my clothes and placed Carle's hand on my cunt, then looking up she said: "Now we are quits."
He kissed her and said: "Darling Hilda, you are the best and sweetest of wives, you will never regret it."
Then bending down he asked me to lean back and open my thighs. He kissed my cunt and sucked the clitoris all the while with a slow and measured stroke, fucking Hilda's cunt.
"What are you doing to Kate, Carle?"
"I am sucking her sweet cunt while I am fucking yours. And what are you doing to the Captain?"
"I am sucking his prick and squeezing yours in my cunt."
The Captain now heaved his great heavy bum and worked his prick in and out of her mouth, just as Carle with increasing vigour drove his prick in and out of her cunt. She heaved up and down, and in the height of her excitement, grasped one of the cheeks of my bottom and at every thrust of Carle's prick gave me such a squeeze that I could hardly suppress a shout.
But I felt nearly as excited as herself, for the action of Carle's lips and tongue in my cunt was almost as exciting as that of his prick in hers, while the view of his fine bottom rising and falling between her wide-spread thighs, and the Captain's tool darting in and out of her mouth, caused me fully to share in the general form of excitement.
The Captain feeling the tide of pleasure rising to the flood, cried: "Fuck her, Carle — fuck her cunt."
Carle replied: "Suck him, Hilda — suck his prick."
Whilst I, I pressed my cunt against Carle's mouth and spent on his tongue, called out the names — prick — cunt— arse — frigging — sucking — fucking — oh!
Carle went on deck and the Captain soon after tumbled into his berth. Hilda and I retired to our cabins and were soon fast asleep.
(To be continued.)
THE GOOD NOBLEMAN.
Air—"There was a Little Man."
Respected near and far,
There was a noble
Marquis, and Wallsend was the title that he bore, bore, bore,
Who left his brother-swells