Dick had less difficulty with Mary than he anticipated. She drank in his flattery with avidity, and seemed pleased with his attentions. They often sang together, and when he accompanied her in a duet, his arm would naturally stretch across her shoulders as he held the chair on which she sat. After a while, as they became more familiar, his hand would as naturally steal around her waist.
Again, when he stooped to turn the music, their cheeks could not avoid touching and then their lips. Not wishing to frighten her by a too rapid advance, he remained satisfied for a short time with such chaste salutes, though gradually increasing them in warmth and frequency, and occasionally indulging in soft pressures of the lovely breasts, swelling out in ripe and most luxuriance.
They now passed much of their time alone together; her mother regarded Dick as an eligible suitor and thought that if their liking for one another ripened into love, he might not be a bad match for her daughter, and therefore she rather encouraged and promoted their increasing intimacy.
The accomplishments of this design was further facilitated by Mary's love for classical studies. Dick placed in her hands a literal translation of Ovid's works, which gratified her poetic taste while it stimulated her amorous inclinations. She seemed greatly interested in the account given by Ovid of Jupiter's amours, and put many questions to Dick respecting Europa, Leda, Danae and others. He told her how Jupiter loved the beautiful Europa, and assuming the shape of a bull, coaxed her to mount on his back, and then carried her off to Crete, where she became his mistress and had many children by him. How when Danae was shut up in a brazen tower, Jupiter got access to her by means of a shower of gold, and when she had spread her knees to fill her lap with the glittering treasure he availed himself of her position to attain the object of his desires. Mary blushed, but evidently understood what was meant, and did not object to listening.
He accordingly thought he might now venture a little further in his account of Jupiter's amour with Leda. He described how when she was bathing naked in a river, Jupiter came to her as a beautiful swan chased by an eagle; how she naturally opened her arms to give him protection, and when he found himself pressed against her soft bosom, and between her lovely thighs, he was able, even though a swan, to give her a taste of the sweet joys of love and fill her with happiness and delight; somewhere here you know,' he said, slipping his hand suddenly up between the yielding thighs of the half-bewildered Mary.
'Oh, Dick, don't you tickle me too much, don't lean against me so hard, don't my love. Oh!' she panted, as Dick pressed her in his arms, called her his darling, and drew her on to his lap.
'Oh, Dick! What do you want? What is your hand doing there? I can't let you do that, don't you know it is not right? Oh! How you tickle me, what would mamma say if she knew that you had your hand there?'
'Why, what could she say? She was often tickled there herself; how could she have had you if someone had not played with her there, and put something into this sweet little mouth, you know what I mean.'
'No, Dick, Oh! I can't sit quiet! You tickle me so! How could I know what you mean!'
'Well, Mary, let me enlighten you, put your hand here my darling.'
Having already unbuttoned the front of his trousers, he drew her hesitation hand toward the opening, and pushing it in, placed it on his bounding prick standing up with uncapped head inside.
'Oh, Dick, for shame! I won't put my fingers around it; I can't move it up and down; oh, Dick! Oh! What are you doing? Don't press me back — don't spread my thighs, you mustn't see it, you mustn't kiss it — how can you! Oh! Your tongue is sending me distracted!'
'What a lovely cunt you have, Mary! How red it is between these fat lips! How soft it feels! And its scent is most delicious; how nice to kiss it, and smell it; and lick it and suck it! and this dear little round bottomhole, I must kiss it too. Lift your legs more, that I may better see all your lovely white arse. Now let me pop my poor fellow into this sweet mouth and give you a practical lesson in the Art of Love.'
Dick now had her lying on her back across a broad sofa; her bottom on the edge, her thighs drawn up, and at their greatest stretch. This position, of course, caused her cunt to appear like a hungry mouth gaping widely before him.
He placed the firm head of his excited prick in the rosy chink under the clitoris, and rubbing it up and down in that luxurious and highly sensitive hallow, he asked her if she liked the feel of his prick in the mouth of her cunt, and whether he might push it in? 'O yes, Dick, it feels very nice, you may push it in, but won't you do it very gently, my love?'
Dick held open the lips with his fingers, stooped over her, and began to push.
'Oh! It is taking my breath! Oh! It is tearing me up! Oh my! It is smarting terribly! Oh, it is in! I feel it — oh I feel it — ever so far up my belly! Is this fucking/'
'Yes, isn't it good? Do you like me to fuck you?'
'Yes, you fuck me so nicely. I like to say fuck, when I know it pleases you; and I feel your long prick stirring up my cunt; as it is now — fucking — fucking — fucking. O yes I knew these words before, but I never used them until now.'
When they had finished fucking, and while Dick was lying on her belly with his prick, pleasantly so, soaking in her cunt, she whispered: 'I will tell you a secret — I saw you fucking Polly yesterday evening in the garden; you did not think I heard you telling her to follow you there; but I did, and I followed too; and she unbuttoned your trousers, the shameless girl, and took out your prick. Then she kissed and sucked it, while you, bad man, kept fingering her cunt and bottom.
Then you placed her on her back and rammed your prick into her cunt, while she kicked about her legs, and called out: 'Fuck me, fuck me, fill my cunt with your prick, the balls against my arse, fuck — fuck — fuck.'
I fell in love with your prick then, and envied Polly the great pleasure she enjoyed when you pushed it up into her belly.
Stand up now that I may see it again, balls and all, and after I have frigged and kissed it, you may put it back into my cunt and fuck me again if you wish.'
Dick declared that of all the randy girls he ever saw, he never met the equal of quiet, demure, modest-looking Mary Bond.
He had no sooner finished one fuck than she wanted another, and she was always suggesting some new plan for varying the enjoyment or intensifying the pleasure. She loved to look at erotic pictures, of which Dick had a store, and was always trying to imitate the attitudes and adapt the positions therein depicted.
She told him that for years she had been conscious of great irritation in her cunt; that she often frigged it while watching its reflection in the glass; and that she had never met any young man without casting a sly glance at the lump in his trousers and wondering what his prick would be like when it was stiff and standing up.
She had also a particular fancy for looking at and playing with the cunts of other girls. She assured him that there was scarcely a young lady of her acquaintance whose cunt she had not seen and handled, and that she liked even to kiss and suck them.
Dick asked her if she generally found it easy to prevail on them to allow her to take these freedoms?
She replied, that of course most girls more readily yielded their hidden charms to the enterprises of the other sex, and were more inclined to trust them, too; yet, as they all liked the thing itself, she usually found that, by gaining their confidence and by skilful allusion and suggestion exciting their imagination and providing their desires, she could mostly get them to meet her halfway; especially as they knew that with her they ran no risk of a big belly; and as she was always ready to gratify them with a similar inspection of her own belongings, she seldom experienced much difficulty. Dick told her how delighted he would be if he could witness one of these inspections without being seen himself.
She promised to gratify him if she could. So one day she told him that a young lady, Miss Madge Stevens, whose cunt she had often seen and petted, was to visit her next morning; and as she always brought her special visitors to her own room, she would hide him there first if he could spare the time.
He said he would arrange that, and promised to be there at the time she fixed. So accordingly, remaining home the next day under plea of a headache, he quietly stole upstairs to Mary's room, and by her direction, concealing himself under the dressing table; in the cover of which a slit was made to enable him to look out and see as well as hear all that passed.
Soon afterward, Mary and Madge entered the room together, with their arms round one another.
'Come sit with me on the bed, Madge, I have not seen nor petted your little fanny for nearly a fortnight; how is it getting on?'
'First rate,' replied Madge, 'how is your own?'
"Just as troublesome as ever; it is for all the world like a bird in a nest opening its mouth every moment expecting some titbit to be popped into it!'
Madge laughed, 'I suppose that most girls, who know what the titbit is like are in the same sort of expectation and desire; and true for you, Mary, your cunt is in a most excited condition; oh my! How hot it feels!
And how red it looks. I am certain you have had a fuck lately; now tell me all about it like a darling; ah! You are laughing! You can't deny it, you may trust me, dear.'
'Well, lie back first and perhaps I will tell you; draw up your thighs, and poke your bottom out that I may see it all, as I like a good sucking and kissing.'
The bed was opposite the table and window, so Dick had a magnificent view of Madge's splendid arse, with its great fat cheeks bulging out on either side, and a most delicious hairy randy-looking cunt gaping in the hollow below.
Mary pulled open the lips with her fingers as widely as she could, showing the rich carmine of its interior folds all glistening with the dews of love. Then drawing up her own dress behind, so as to indulge Dick with a view of her own naked posterior, which she knew he greatly admired, she kneeled on the floor and plunged her face between Madge's wide-spread thighs, and kissed her cunt with such vehemence that she caused that voluptuous young lady to exclaim in a loud voice, 'Oh! Mary you drive me wild! You make me long for a prick! Have you not got one! How I wish you were a man! I would tell you to stick in your prick and poke it up to the last inch.'
'Hush, Madge if anyone heard you, what would they think?'
'What would they think? they could only think that we were a pair of love-stricken maids that were ripe and longing to be fucked, just as their mothers before them. But Mary, in sober earnest, I never did feel in such humour as now! Where is that dildo you were talking of! Fetch it, my dear, anything at all in the shape of a prick to give one some relief.'
Dick had already given Mary one of those precious instruments, and when he had to save his own over-taxed energies, he enjoyed watching her endeavours to satisfy her cunt with that inanimate substitute for the living tool. Not that I mean to repudiate or make light of the dildo. It has its own peculiar excellences and good qualities. It is more under command, and does not need the coaxing and the humouring which the living article sometimes requires. We can make it move fast or slow, just as we like, and it will retain its stiffness as long as we desire. It will discharge too at the precise moment when we can meet it with our own. But, at the best, it is still only a poor substitute for the living, throbbing organ of bliss wielded by a man we like, thrust into our quivering cunts by successive heaves and driven home by the mighty push of a vigorous backside.
But to return. Mary said: 'Well, remain as you are while I unlock my drawer and take it out of its hiding place.'
As she turned around she glanced toward the dressing table, and catching Dick's eye peeping out through the slit, she smiled and put her finger on her lip to warn him to keep quiet.
Then quickly returning she reoccupied her former place between Madge's wide-spread thighs and holding up the dildo, cried: 'Is not this a pretty plaything for two innocent maids like you and me, Madge, to amuse ourselves with! Now I will give you a taste of its performance, but I must stiffen it first,' she said, blowing into the tube and then screwing up the nozzle.
'Let me feel it in my hand,' said Madge, taking it up and rubbing its smooth red head to her lips; 'and, Mary is this an exact resemblance of a man'' prick? I did not thing it was quite so large, but you can tell me about it, I am sure.'
'Don't be too inquisitive, Madge; one thing at least you may depend on, it is intended to be an exact resemblance, and as to its size, you can best judge of that when you have it in your cunt; now open it as much as you can; once we get the head in, the rest will be all plain sailing.'
She spread open the lops of the randy-looking cunt, and standing so as not to interrupt Dick's view, took the dildo again, and having moistened its top pushed it against the tender opening.
'Oh! Mary! Oh! It does feel very big, ah! You have got it in, that is a relief — how well you work it — yes, I like that — Oh! It is beginning to feel very nice, go on push it in further — faster, harder.' Mary worked the dildo with one hand, while she frigged her own cunt with the other, panting at the same time, 'I am fucking you, Madge, and frigging myself. Oh! Prick — cunt — bottom — piss — fuck — fuck,' and throwing herself forward on Madge she hammered her own cunt on the butt of the dildo, while they both squirmed about in all the voluptuous wriggles of full enjoyment.
Dick described this scene as having a most overpowering effect upon him. It made his prick stand like a bar of iron, while his spunk seemed actually boiling in his cods; his heart beat audibly, and his breath came fast and hard. Yet the fear of frightening Madge and offending Mary caused him to use every effort to restrain himself; but at last he could endure it no longer; the view of Mary's splendid arse bounding between Madge's voluptuous thighs fairly conquered him. So slipping out from under the table he crept upon hands and knees behind Mary, and seizing her round the thighs began to kiss the soft cheeks of her bottom. Mary seemed almost to have expected his approach, for she did not start, nor utter any cry, but quietly spread her legs further apart and bent her bottom more to his face.
Under any circumstances Dick could not fail to have been moved by this extraordinary sight, but in his present excited state, it appeared absolutely celestial. He could just distinguish the fat lips of her cunt spread out on the end of the dildo, close to the little round hole of her arse, with its delicate pink edge wrinkled up, and fringed by fine silky hair and flanked on either side by the resplendent semi-orbs of her glorious bottom, lasciviously quivering with amorous excitement.
He applied his mouth without hesitation to the sweet little orifice, sucked it with vigour, and thrust in his tongue.
This was a treat he had not given her before, and she enjoyed it immensely. She pressed her bottom on his face, and relaxed the constricting muscles, to allow his tongue to penetrate more deeply into that highly sensitive entrance.
It prepared her too for his next move when, raising her up, he softly pushed her forward over Madge so as to cover her face with Mary's bosom, then drawing the dildo out of her cunt, he replaced it with his inflamed tool and slowly worked it in and out.
At first Madge did not perceive the difference, but after a few strokes the delicious friction of the living instrument on the flesh ridges of her cunt stirred up every lustful emotion, and forced her to exclaim: 'Oh!
Hold me, press me — I feel as if I were in heaven, my cunt is just bathed in rapture — oh! Keep on, don't stop, sweet dildo, precious tool, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, let fly now — I'm off! And Madge sank back in love's delicious swoon.
Meanwhile Dick pressed his belly against the fat cheeks of Mary's arse, and squeezing her in his strong arms moved her body from side to side as he plunged energetically in and out of Madge's hot receptacle and uttered groans of prolonged delight as he inundated Madge's cunt with his boiling spunk.
Mary looked over her shoulder and whispered, 'Oh Dick! What have you done! Do go back to your hiding place, like a dear fellow.'
But Dick was not yet satisfied; finding that his prick still retained a fair allowance of stiffness, her drew out of Madge's dripping cunt, and placing its well-moistened head to Mary's little pink arsehole, with one push he drove it up to the hilt. Mary groaned, but it was a groan of extra delight.
'Oh, my bottom! Oh, my bottom! Yes, push — yes, my arse — Oh! I can't keep still — fuck — fuck my arse — I can't help it,' and tightening her arsehole, she closed it like a fiery ring of pleasure around Dick's tool as it slipped rapidly in and out.
'What are you saying, Mary? Who is fucking your arse!' and looking up, Madge blushed crimson as she saw Dick stooping over Mary, his face flushed and his eyes starting out of his head, while his thrusts made them all shake together.
Just then, a loud knocking at the door made them all jump. Dick, without saying a word, rushed back to his shelter, Madge smoothed down the bed and threw herself into a chair, while Mary fumbled at the door to give them time. When she did open the door her mother, who was standing outside, asked: 'What on earth are you two girls about? Making such a noise! And your door locked and your faces like scarlet and your dresses all tumbled!' and she glanced from one to the other. 'What I wanted was to ask whether you know anything of Mr Dick? A messenger has come from the hospital for him, and he is not in either of his rooms, thought I thought he had not left the house.'
'How are we to know? You don't expect to find him here, I hope, mamma.'
'I don't know as to that, my dear,' she replied laughing, 'for when two such skittish girls as you and Madge Stevens get together, if you have not a young man with you, I am quite sure you would not be wishing for him, or perhaps even trying in some way or other to make up for the deficiency. What sort of a thing is that?' she said, with a twinkling eye, and a knowing look, as she pointed to the dildo lying on the floor at the bedside where Dick had thrown it, and forgotten to put it away.
'Oh! Mamma,' groaned out Mary, covering her face with her hands, 'how horrible! What ill luck brought you in?'
'Ah well, dear,' said Mrs Bond mildly, not wishing to make her presence disagreeable, 'you need not mind me so much; don't I know very well that it is not at all unnatural to like this sort of thing, and most girls have an itching for it, more or less, whatever they may say; and indeed, if they only amused themselves with such innocent playthings as this' — taking up the dildo — 'it might be much better for them. But which of you was trying it, may I ask?' As she spoke, she passed it through her fingers with a loving kind of touch, while her eyes glistened with amorous excitement.
Mary made no answer, but she and Madge looked at one another, and seeing the turn that matters were taking, they broke out into an uncontrollable fit of laughter; the events which followed, however, require a chapter to themselves.