Chapter 16

Mrs. Bond's Story

"Well, my dears, let me say by way of preface that I am a great admirer of what the Americans call 'going the whole hog'; that is, if I go in for a thing at all I go in for it altogether. I mean what I say, and I say what I mean. I am not ashamed to call a cunt a cunt and a prick a prick. I enjoy fucking, and I like to talk of it. I delight in frigging and being frigged."

Here she laid her hand most lovingly on the back of Mary's head as she licked between the fat voluptuous lips, and then continued:

"I sometimes think I must have been born with an itching cunt; at least, I do not remember any time when it did not. When I was quite a child I used to play with two young cousins, and their little pricks were objects of great admiration and wonder to me.

"I loved to piddle with them and suck their pricks in my mouth, and was always gratified when they repaid the compliment by first inspecting and then kissing my little niche, as they called it.

"I had a governess, and used to tease her with all sorts of queer questions: what was a virgin? what was an eunuch? why was it wicked for a man to lie with a woman? and what harm could it do to her?

"Her attempts to evade my questions only made me all the more curious. As I grew older, nature made me feel that my little slit was evidently so formed that something might enter it; and whatever that something was I felt, sure it would be a source of great pleasure and joy, and I determined that if any opportunity ever presented itself I would not fail to make the most of it.

"Well, my dears, the opportunity came in the shape of a slave boy, named Dindee. My uncle had a plantation in the hills, about six miles from Kingston, where we lived, and I sometimes rode on my donkey to visit him.

"On such occasions I was always attended by Dindee, as the donkey was his special charge. We usually took a short cut across a wild part of the country, through which a small stream flowed rapidly.

"One very hot day we were passing near a deep pool in a retired part of the river when Dindee asked permission to take a dip to cool himself; so I dismounted a little way off and told him I would mind the donkey while he was bathing.

"I soon heard Dindee splashing about in the water, and the temptation came in my mind to creep among some bushes that lined the bank and watch him as he sported naked in the water.

"The shrubs were pretty thick and enabled me to come quite close to the water's edge, for some of them overhung the bank four or five feet. I was delighted with the view of his black, shining body and queer-looking prick, lolling from side to side as he rolled, about enjoying the refreshing coolness.

"He was sixteen years old and had an unusually large prick for so young a lad. He touched it occasionally with his hand and shook it up and down.

"'Oh!' I said to mysef, 'that is the very thing I want for my little slit. How nice it would feel going in.' And putting down my hand, I squeezed the lips and rubbed the clitoris.

"His further proceedings were still more attractive, for he commenced frigging it in the most deliberate manner and made it stand up firm and erect.

"In my eagerness to see all I could I incautiously stretched too far over the brink, and to my terror and dismay the bough on which I was leaning gave way and I tumbled head foremost into the water. I gave a cry as I sank below the surface; but in a moment I felt borned up by the arms of Dindee and drawn to the sloping bank.

"Beyond a good fright and a thorough wetting I was uninjured. So, looking at Dindee's rueful countenance, I burst out laughing and said, 'Dindee, what shall we do? I am wet to the skin."

"'Missy must take off her wet things or she will catch cold; leave them here and I will dry them on the rocks.' And he turned as if to go away.

"'Stay, Dindee. I want you to help me. I'm so drenched that I never could get them off myself .' I turned my back to him, and after a good deal of tugging and twisting we got them all off except my stockings and chemise. I then sat down while he spread them on the rocks to dry. Shivering with cold I called Dindee again.

"'Dindee, you must help me off with these also-they make me quite chilly. Thanks. Now come and give me a good rubbing, as if you were shampooing me."

"I stood with my back towards him while he rubbed my arms and legs, but I knew by his quick breathing that he was growing very excited.

"I pushed my bottom out to him and felt his stiff prick poking against me. He put his hand on my buttocks and rubbed the cheeks; then, passing it between my thighs he rubbed softly up and down. The tips of his fingers touched the lips of my cunt. I opened my thighs a little and he touched my cunt again, and yet again, each time pressing more firmly against the lips.

"He passed his other hand in front and placed it on my mount, which was just beginning to be overspread with silky down. One finger slipped in between the lips.

"'Oh, Dindee, that tickles!'

"The other hand moved swiftly round, and with both together he pressed my bottom into him. I felt the head of his prick poking stiffly between my thighs and rubbing against the lips of my cunt.

"With his fingers, he pressed the head of his prick in the moist chink within the lips. He little knew how my cunt tingled, as he said, 'Darling Missy, stoop a little."

"'What do you want to do, Dindee?' I asked, stooping down as he wished me to.

"'To fuck, darling Missy; to fuck this lovely cunt."

"Oh, Dindee, how it smarts! Oh! How strong you are; Hold me! I can't stand against your pressure!"

He leaned forward and let me down on my hands and knees; then, grasping me firmly by the hips, he pressed hard against me from behind.

"My cunt opened, and oh, girls, the dear stiff thing I had been longing for passed up into my belly and filled me with supreme delight.

"How delicious is that first fuck! To feel the dear prick passing in and out through the clinging lips, rubng every sensitive ridge, opening every voluptuous crease, and then, after a few vigorous strokes, pouring into it a hot flood of living spunk.

"The joy I felt in giving down my own share of love's essence was so great that I fell prone on my belly, with Dindee over me pressing on my bottom and his prick still soaking in my cunt."

"Oh, Mrs. Bond, I'm coming, too!" cried Madge. "Rub your ringer on the clitoris! "

"Straddle over my face then, Madge. Put your cunt on my mouth and let me taste your spendings."

Dick described this scene as being the most exciting spectacle he had ever witnessed: and though he had spend twice but a short time before, his prick bounded up and he felt consumed with vehement desire.

He had a shrewd suspicion, which he afterwards found correct, that Mrs. Bond was perfectly aware of his presence and was in fact only endeavouring to draw him out from his hiding place.

She was naturally of a prying disposition, especially in such matters, and by listening at doors and spying through peepholes she had made herself acquainted with all that was going on between Dick and her daughter and had for some time been planning how she could turn her knowledge to account, not only in compelling Dick to marry her daughter but in gratifying herself also by participating in their joys.

On this occasion she felt certain he was in the room, and she accordingly arranged this scene and told her exciting story with the intention of drawing him out.

She did not succeed, however, as she expected; for Dick, wishing to hear more of her extraordinary confession, by a great effort restrained himself.

So, after resting a few moments on the bed, she sat up and said: "My dears, we all want something to give us fresh spirit. Mary, go to the pantry and fetch a little of my French liqueuer."

Mary soon returned with the decanter and glasses. The effect of the strong and highly stimulating liqueuer was soon apparent.

Mrs. Bond tumbled the two girls on the bed, tossed up their clothes and smacked their bottoms and kissed heir cunts. They retaliated in like manner upon her-to her evident satisfaction.

Here, as luck would have it, a fly so tickled Dick's nose that in spite of all his efforts he delivered a tremendous sneeze.

Mrs. Bond tumbled the two girls on the bed, kissed thrust her hand under the covers and caught hold of the first thing that met her touch-which was nothing else than Dick's rampant prick.

"Hallo, what have we here?" and tightening her grip on the exposed limb she tugged with such force that Dick was compelled to come out.

"Oh, Mr. Dick, what a shocking fellow you are, prying into the secrets of we poor women! What shall we do with him, girls?"

"Tie him to the bed post," said Madge, laughing, "and leather his breeches-and let Mary be the executioner, for I guess she is more to blame than he is."

"Capital, Madge! Come here, young man, and do not stand there in that barefaced manner before these innocent girls! We will make you bare-bottomed as well as bare-faced," she said, tucking up his shirt while Madge tied his hands firmly with towels to the bedpost.

"Now, Madge, go to the garden and felt a bundle of good sound twigs: and you, Mary, go to the house closet for some strong cord to tie them with."

Having thus got rid of the girls she turned to Dick. "Now, Sir, I want your serious answer. By strange luck you have got behind the scenes: now I want you to assure me that you intend to act honourably with my daughter Mary. If you give me your faithful word, then you shall be welcome not only to enjoy her now but to share in all our private amusements."

This was a trying question and very craftily put. To my mind Dick answered wisely. He had found an agreeable, clever, well-educated girl, devotedly attached to him and of a temperament as warm and lascivious as his own; he therefore repied:

"Well, dear Mrs. Bond, my answer is ready. I love Mary. She is just the girl to my taste; as soon as I have a home to take her to I will make her my lawful wife."

"All right. I always knew you were a gentleman. Now we will try to gratify you as much as we can," and she placed her hand lovingly on his still erect prick and gently frigged it. Dick looked at his hands and said, "My hands are tied or I would return your kind caress."

She at once untied the knot. In doing so her swelling bosom was brought close to his face. He kissed the voluptuous globes and at once placed his hands on her bottom and cunt.

She leant back on the bed, and as her thighs expanded he slipped in between them so that his projecting prick poked against her open cunt.

He pushed, and it entered and passed up until his balls pressed against her bottom. Then he placed his hands under her thighs and raised them up, and she crossed her legs over his back.

Then they heard steps approaching, and he slopped his movements.

"It's only the girls," she muttered. "Don't mind them. Fuck away, and give me all you can! Quick!"

Mary entered and could hardly believe her eyes when she saw Dick on top of her mother, and the sight did not please her.

Dick looked round and smiled, while Mrs. Bond said, "Mary, dear, Dick has given me his promise to marry you, and this is his reward."

Mary still looked doubtful, when Madge, having returned with the twigs, heard the last words and rushed into the room with a merry laugh.

"Hold him, Mrs. Bond, hold him! Now's your chance, Mary! Punish him! Punish the wretch! After proposing to marry you, the very first thing he does is to fuck your mother-did anyone hear of the like!"

Madge hastily tied up the twigs, put them into Mary's hand and drew her up to Dick's naked bum, which presented itself in the most suggestive manner as he heaved gently up and down.

He looked smilingly up at her and said. "Do it. Mary, I deserve a whipping."

But Mary evidently had no heart for the job, and she applied the rod in the softest way to the buttocks of her lover.

Madge, observing his, pulled the rod impatiently out of her hand, saying "You're no good. Give it to me, I'll punish him," and she laid it on Dick's arse with such good effect that she made him jump again and again.

Dick fucked as he had never fucked before.

'Oh, Madge, have you no mercy? Stop, you vixen!" and he discharged with fury into Mrs. Bond's fully gratified womb.

After a few minutes rest, during which they all arranged their tumbled clothing, Mrs. Bond said, "Now, my children, we must separate for the present, but as Madge has promised to stay the night, we hope that you. Dick, will join our party in the evening."

"Thanks, Mrs. Bond, I will be most happy." replied Dick, while Madge added. "And then, Mrs. Bond, you will favour us with the continuation of your interesting story."

Mrs. Bond promised that she would certainly do her best to make her story of great interest to them, and on this note they departed to their various duties.