The day fixed for Mary's nuptials was drawing near, her dresses were ready and the wedding-cake ordered. Mrs Bond, inflated wit a sense of her own importance, fussed about everything, while her eye beamed with delight as she anticipated the approaching triumph of her schemes. But a sudden turn of fortune's wheel dashed the cup of joy from her eager hands even as she raised it to her lips, and overwhelmed her with disappointment and regret.
The very night after our meeting in the kiosk mentioned in the last chapter, the old governor was seized with a fit when undressing for bed; he lingered for a few hours and then unconsciously passed away.
This sad event of course upset all our plans, and destroyed the fine prospects of Mary and her mother.
I did not very much sympathise with them in their trouble, for they had shown utter disregard for the feelings of others.
But for the poor old governor I felt real sorrow, and readily assumed the deep mourning that was becoming in his adopted child.
As soon as we decently could, Dick and I were privately married. He was by this time established in a very good practice, and was able to take a pleasant residence furnished with every comfort and convenience.
We found our previous arrangement worked admirably; and as we were both resolute in expelling the demon jealously from our doors, all went on smoothly. Dick, of course, slept with me and fucked me to his heart's content; and when he desired a little change — and where is the man that does not — he frankly told me, and I never objected; not only that, I even provided him with the means of enjoying it, and he reciprocated by doing the same kind turn for me.
What was the result? He loved and admired me all the more, and ever returned to my arms with renewed zest and intensified enjoyment. We were really happy, for we had no secret form one another, no suspicious feelings, no heart burnings, we mutually shared each other's joys and contributed to each other's pleasure. My intercourse with Mrs Bond and Mary gradually lessened, but my affection for Jemima increased, and she passed much of her time with me. On the evening of her first visit to us after our marriage, when the servants had ceased their attendance and we could bolt the doors and feel ourselves free from prying eyes or interruption, we commenced our love sports.
Dick smiled knowingly at Jim as he passed his hand under my petticoats, and I at once responded by unbuttoning his trousers and drawing out his rosy-headed tool, saying at the same time to her: 'You see, darling Jim we make no stranger of you — you have seen this dear fellow before, and felt it too in your sweet little cunt; now, I want to place it there again myself, and to watch it fucking you. Come here, my pet — sit by me, lean back; what a delightful little cockle-shell you have! stay I must kiss it first.'
Jim spread her legs and pushed up her pretty round bottom as I knelt on the floor and with my fingers separated the hairy lips of her cunt; then I applied my mouth and tongue with thrilling effect to the dear little orifice of love.
Oh! how she panted and twisted about her rump! and how she grunted with satisfaction as she pushed her cunt against my mouth.
'Queenie, you are a darling,' cried Dick, 'and I love you more and more every day.'
Then, coming behind me, he threw up my dress and pressing the cheeks of my bottom, asked: 'What is she doing to you Jim that makes you wriggle your arse in that fashion?'
'Oh, Dick, your wife is sucking my cunt! she is frigging it delightfully with her tongue; she is making me mad for a fuck.'
'And you shall have it too, my sweet Jim, the next turn; for the present, I am deep in the folds of her own randy cunt.'
'Oh, yes, I feel every push you give her. Fuck her well — ram home your prick — press against her arse. Oh! that was a grand stroke! You must let me get behind you someday and watch you fucking; and I will hold your prick and pike it into her cunt and stir your balls, and pinch your arse, and frig your arsehole with my finger — I know, you like me to call bottom, arse, and talk of your arsehole, and to speak of pissing and fucking, and all that.'
This kind of wanton talk, as usual, stirred up my naturally hot and lascivious temperament. I rolled her soft, thick luscious clitoris in my mouth, while I relished with intense delight the long, steady strokes of Dick's vigorous prick in my throbbing, palpitating cunt. It felt so different from the feeble, flabby affair to which I had lately been accustomed. Indeed, I often found it hard to tell whether a prick was in my cunt at all or not. But Dick's fine manly tool made its presence felt and no mistake. Its big sturdy head pressed hard on the mouth of my womb seven or eight inches up from the outer lips while the projecting ridge of the glans rubbed with firm delicious friction against the sensitive creases of my vagina. And just as Jim's warm essence filled my mouth, Dick's spouting sperm met my own dissolving flow and we all sank together in that enjoyable languor which usually follows fully gratified desire.
After resting a while, Jim and I commenced playing with his prick and balls, while he tickled our cunts and bottoms. When we got his prick into fair working order again and Jim had given it a good suck, she looked up and said, 'Now, Queenie, I want to place this in your cunt myself, and see it fucking you; so pull up your clothes as high as you can, lean back, spread your thighs and lift yourself while I put this pillow under your bottom; that's the way — look Dick, how your wife's cunt opens its mouth for your prick! See how red it is inside; and look at this big fat clitoris! how it pokes out its rosy head! I an going to suck it first, before I put in your prick, and you can either watch me or play with my bottom, as you please.'
The next moment, I felt her warm mouth buried in my cunt, my whole clitoris drawn within her sucking lips and her tongue pushing here and there, poking into every crevice. Not content with that, the little wanton, having moistened her finger in my cunt, thrust it up my bottom, and in the most lubricious manner stirred it round and round inside, saying as she did so, 'I am frigging your arse, Queenie; do you feel my finger in your arse! And, oh! Dick has his finger in mine — but, Dick, you must not fuck me this time — come here, kneel on this cushion.
Oh, but your prick is fine and strong; wait now — let me first rub its head up and down in this nice sort furrow — now, that's the spot — push — how it rushes in! now pull it out. oh, how wet it is! and so red and hot! and how nice it smells!' And she licked it with her tongue: 'Now drive it up again — how your balls bang her arse! Now, another stroke, how she heaves up to meet you! Oh, what a smack that was! What a grand thing fucking is! Fuck — fuck — fuck! There, now do you feel me! I have got a finger in each of your arses! Fuck — cunt — prick — bollocks — arse — pissing — fuck — fuck — fuck.'
When Dick, urged to wild delirium by her wanton cries, made his final thrust, she threw herself on his back and rubbed her excited cunt as hard as she could against the quivering cheeks of his bottom.
Here, I must retrace the steps of my story for a little space. A short time before my marriage with Dick, I attained the legal age of twenty-one; and was then able to carry out my father's intention of conferring the gift of freedom on the faithful and devoted Zilla. She asked me at the same time to sanction my presence her marriage with Davy who, on the break up of the governor's establishment, had set up for himself as market gardener, with a snug little cottage of his own.
I readily complied, and gave her a liberal present as a wedding gift.
They were both very grateful, and begged me to favour them by assisting at the consummation also. They evidently meant this as a compliment and also as a proof of the continuance of their confidence and affection.
So after the ceremony was duly performed, I returned with them to the cottage and went with them into their bedroom, where they both at once began to strip off their light clothing, and were soon in a fit condition for the work they intended. Without more ado, Zilla threw herself on the bed on her back, and spreading her thighs, she asked me to hold Davy's prick and put it into her cunt myself. Davy grinned with delight as he looked down on the rosy chink of his wife's quim as it lay so invitingly open before him and at the same time felt my hands as in days of yore, fondling his prick and skinning its swollen head.
As I drew him up to her, she raised her body so as to display the whole of her lascivious bottom in all its attractive proportions.
Davy ran his hands over the voluptuous cheeks, and then pinched her excited clitoris, as I placed the head of his prick at the entrance of her longing cunt.
'Now take your time,' I said, 'and you will enjoy it all the more.' But they were too excited to heed me; for just as Davy pushed, she heaved, and the whole prick disappeared in a moment amid the hot folds that closed around it with such eagerness and delight. I kept one hand on her mount that I might press her clitoris between my fingers and, passing my other hand around his bottom, I squeezed his balls from behind while I watched with great interest their pushing thighs and amorous grunts which indicated the excess of mutual enjoyment to which the deepest instinct of their natures had brought them. They then commenced a second course.
Afterward, while resting in each other's arms, Davy's scarcely diminished prick soaking in Zilla's snug recess, they looked up at me, and with a happy contented smile, Zilla said, 'Davy is a good boy, I am very fond of him; but, Missa Queenie, if you have at any time a fancy for him, and he himself be willing, as I am sure he always will be, you are heartily welcome to the services of the best of all tools; for though I might be jealous with respect to others, I never will regarding you.'
'Very well, Zilla,' I replied laughing, 'perhaps someday I may put your good nature to the test that way; but what do you say yourself, Davy?
You surely won't desire any change when you are so well supplied in your good wife.'
'Ah! Miss Queenie, nobody is always pleasant; she bery wise for she know dat when she let me go to you I come back to her wid new delight, and lub her all de more.'
I admired their simple philosophy and felt it was the result of some deliberation, and therefore followed with more satisfaction; and I left them to themselves.
Now to return to our visitors, whom we left so unceremoniously.
Jim had decidedly Sapphic tastes, and declared that while she enjoyed amazingly the prods of a sturdy prick in her cunt, yet her pleasure seemed increased tenfold when she could at the same time pet and suck the cunt of another woman in as randy a state as herself.
So to gratify her, I used to lie on my back across the bed with my head resting on the edge; then she would bend over me with her belly resting on my breasts and her open cunt right over my face. Then she would encircle my thighs with her arms, holding open the lips of my cunt with her hands, would suck the clitoris while she frigged the passage with her fingers.
Meantime I would call my husband; 'Come, Dick, you have here, what I know you delight in, a woman's arse in all its naked beauty turned up for your admiration. Look at these great round cheeks, how soft and smooth they are! Look at this lovely valley between them, and here in the middle of it, the dainty little bottom-hole, which you say holds a prick tighter than any cunt. Ah! But I am sure the cunt is nicer and sweeter far! Does not this rosy chink look especially inviting? Why, it seems almost to beg for a fuck! Se these fat lips, how they put at the thought of your neglecting them! And this rosebud clitoris, how innocent it looks as with tiny head up-reared it demands attention!'
'Queenie, you are right,' replied my husband, with his usual good sense, 'it is no doubt the natural place, and what is natural is always the most satisfactory; besides when you're after it, my pet, no one would be so churlish as to refuse.'
Then taking his prick in my hands I popped its head into the moist chink where Jim was expecting it. How fondly the firm lips closed around it as he slowly drove it up! up! until the hair at its root pressed strongly against them, and his balls plumped on my face. I felt him give a thrill of pleasure when the whole prick was embedded in Jim's belly and its head poked against her womb.
His tool looked grander than ever when he drew it out, all red and smoking with heat and moisture, while the smell from it was delicious.
Pushing up my mouth, and thrusting out my tongue, I could touch at the same time the soft lips of her cunt and the underside4 of his slippery prick, while her mount rubbed my chin as she twisted herself about.
All this time she was sucking my clitoris with fury, and frigging with her fingers both my cunt and bottom.
I repaid her energetic manipulation of her own cunt and bottom until she cried: 'Oh, Queenie, that is delicious! Oh, my cunt! Oh, my bottom!
Fuck — fuck — fuck.'
Jim had never seen a black prick, and when I described Zilla's wedding as mentioned above, and expatiated on the wonderful power and efficiency of Davy's black tool she was intensely interested and said how highly she would be gratified if I could manage to prevail on Davy and his wife to share our sports and exhibit their sable charms for our joint entertainment. I promised to pay them an early visit, and sound out their inclinations in the matter.
Davy and Zilla seemed quite flattered at the proposal, and readily entered into my plans. Between us we arranged a little scene in which Davy, or rather Davy's prick, should be the principal performer.
On the night appointed they came at a late hour, as we did not wish our servants to know what was going on.
Davy first appeared upon the stage (that is, my boudoir), while Zilla, Dick and I, the spectators, in a nude condition, looked on through the open door of the room adjoining.
He pulled off his pantaloons, raised his shirt, took his prick in his hand and, slowly frigging it, thus soliloquised: 'So Missa Jim, she want to see a black prick, and take him in her lily hand, and press him to her rosy lips; and then, I guess, she will gib him one little suck, and when she taste him in de mouth above, I tink she will wish to hab him in de mouth below.'
While speaking, Davy kept looking at his prick and drawing the loose skin up and down until he had it standing up in the stiffest erection.
Then he walked back and forth, jerking his bottom at each turn, and causing his prick to shoot out its ebony head through his encircling fingers.
Now, my boy, you be in fine condition for Miss Jim.'
But I wonder what is keeping her so long! Praps a-rubbing ob her fair skin after de wash! Praps a-combing out de chestnut hairs ob her cunt! or praps she doing a leetle drop ob piss! Ah! Davy would like to see dat nice warm yalla piss a shooting out from de rosy chink ob her lubly cunt. I would like to put my face close up and let her piss away; then I would kiss and suck the wet cunt. And, then, when she see de big black prick stick out, praps she say: "Now Davy, as I let you see me piss, and kiss my cunt, you may finish by putting in your prick and fucking — it."
But ah! I's so tired waiting, and feel sleepy too, so I lie down on dis sofa, and go sleep with my prick bare, so dat if Miss Jim pass dis way she can hab one good look and feel and anything else dat she like.'
Davy lay back, his firm prick still standing up, and putting his arms across his face began to snore.
Jim now entered the boudoir quickly, and rubbing her naked limbs with a towel, as if coming from her bath, said, 'Oh, my! what's that black thing on Queenie's sofa. I do declare, it is a black man fast asleep; and see, his great black tool is standing up all uncovered! What an opportunity for investigating the secrets of a black prick!'
She went close up to the sofa and put her hand gently on the noble limb.
'How fast asleep he seems to be! I fancy, he must have taken too much drink — anyway he has a splendid prick, what length and firmness! and such thickness too!
She softly encircled it with both her hands, and drew down the yielding skin, as she continued: 'And what a noble head it has! It makes all my cunt tingle merely to look and touch it. I wonder would it awaken him if I kissed it!' She pressed her lips on its pulpy head; her plaint tongue softly playing around it, as her open mouth gradually sucked it in. 'Ah! how soft and nice it feels in my mouth! and this tuft of black woolly hair at its root, how thick and springy! but oh! what cods he has! so large and firmly gathered up! What a tremendous lot of spunk he would pour into one! — but stay he moves-'
'Oh, ah,' muttered Davy, as if speaking in a dream, 'I must am gone to heaben afore de time; and dis am lubly Venus a-come to make me happy. She like black prick too, she know how to pet um and suck um.
Get across me, Missis Venus — put de black prick into your rosy slit — ha! you understand, I see; de heavenly goddesses no dispised black nigger; dey knows him for a man and a broder. Oh! Ah! How tight. How warm! how hot! Oh, ah! Press hard, harder, quicker, squeeze um, hold um,' cried Davy, in his loudest tones, while Jim, with glowing cheeks and flashing eyes, bounded up and down making the prick rush in and out of her well-moistened cunt, with a sucking sound squash at every plunge, until at last she threw herself forward and clasped him in her arms.
Meanwhile, we spectators had not been idle; I induced Zilla to lean over a table while she watched the performance of her husband/ then I uncovered the glossy cheeks of her large and beautifully rounded bottom and called Dick's attention to it as I pushed her legs apart and drew open the lips of her cunt so as to show the deep red of its voluptuous interior. Dick came close behind the black bottom, and putting his prick into my hands, said, 'Well, Queenie, I must say you and Zilla are paragon wives. What a different world it be if all wives had your sense and spirit!'
I liked being commended by my husband, and I knew he was right; for jealousy is a sore evil, it benefits no one, and makes multitudes miserable. I suffered no loss, when I took my husband's prick, which he promised to use for my special benefit, and with my own hand placed it in the cunt of another man's wife. In fact, I gained instead of losing, for I attached my husband more firmly to myself and too pleasure in witnessing their enjoyment.
As soon as I felt my husband's prick driven up to the roots in Zilla's cunt I went behind and pressing his bottom with my naked belly, began to push. The table I had provided moved freely on castors, and we three glided into the room just as Davy, recovered from the effects of his first emission, was standing up, holding Jim in his arms, with his prick still buried in her cunt while she clasped him round the neck and loins with her arms and legs.
They gave a shout of amused delight when they saw us moving up to them as if we three, like themselves, were amalgamated into one body, nobody propelled in successive jerks by the energetic shoves delivered on Zilla's arse by my husband and myself.
Davy lost no time in laying his sweet burden down on the table by the side of his wife, but with her head in the opposite direction. Zilla put her hand approvingly on them, feeling the root of her husband's prick tightly embraced by the lips of Jim's well-satisfied cunt, said, 'Well, Miss Jim, how do you like my husband's black tool?'
'Oh, Zilla, it is grand. You are very good to lend him to me. I hope you are enjoying Mr Dick's prick yourself, and our dear Queenie is no doubt adding to your pleasure. I wish very much that she had somebody too.'
'Oh! she is very well off!' I said. 'She loves watching and feeling all your cunts, bottoms and pricks.'
But our sports were brought to an abrupt termination, for just then the night bell sounded with a sudden sharp ring and Dick had nothing for it but hastily to assume some integument, and answer the door himself.
He found several men carrying on a stretch a body which proved to be that of a Lord Ferrars, a young Englishman who had visited the islands in his yacht, and when returning on board that night had fallen off the pier, hurt his head and been nearly drowned; and his men thought the best thing they could do was to carry him at once to the house of the nearest doctor.
Dick had met this Lord Ferrars before, and rather liked him.
So when he had examined him, bound up his head and found nothing else much amiss with him, he dismissed his attendants and delivered him into my care.
We placed him in bed in the best spare room, gave him a composing draught and made him all snug for the night. Next morning he was much better, and able to get up after breakfast. He was very grateful for my husband's attention, seemed to like amazingly his present quarters, and gladly consented to remain with us until quite convalescent.
He proved to be a choice specimen of a young English nobleman, most accomplished and agreeable; and, making himself thoroughly at home, he entered readily into all our amusements and pursuits.
From the first, he paid me the most marked attention, which Dick observing, he said to me: 'why, old lass, you have gained another admirer, and if you care to have him, I don't object — for Ferrars is a right good fellow, albeit rather fond of the ladies.'
This kind treatment of my husband made all pleasant, but events arose out of it which neither of us calculated on and which changed the whole tenor of my afterlife.