Chapter 19
Another Turn of Fortune's Wheel
The day fixed for Mary's nuptials was drawing near; her dresses were ready and the wedding cake ordered. Mrs. Bond, inflated with the sense of her own importance, fussed about ordering everybody and arranging everything, while her eyes beamed with excitement as she anticipated the approaching triumph of her schemes.
But a sudden turn of fortune's wheel dashed the cup of joy from her lips and overwhelmed her with disappointment.
After an unusually exciting afternoon in honour of his coming marriage, the old Governor was seized with a fit when undressing for the night; 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 I readily assumed the deep mourning that was becoming to his adopted child.
As soon after 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 work admirably, and as we were both resolute in expelling the demon jealousy all went 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 who 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 of turn for me.
What was the result-he loved and admired me all the more, and always returned to my arms with renewed zest and ardent feelings.
We were really happy, for we had no secrets from one another, 'no suspicious, no heart-burnings! We mutually shared each other's joys and contributed to each other's pleasures.
My intercourse with Mrs. Bond and Mary gradually lessened, but my affection for Janifa increased, and she passed much of her time with me. On the evening of her first visit after our marriage, when the servants had finished their attendance and we could bolt the doors and feel ourselves free from interruptions, we commenced our love sports.
Dick smiled knowingly at Jan as he slipped his hands under my petticoats, and I at once responded by unbuttoning his trousers and drawing out his ruby-topped prick, saying at the same time to her:
"You see, darling Jan, we make no stranger of you. You have seen this dear prick before-and felt it, too. in your sweet little cunt. Now I want to place it there with my own hands and watch it fucking you. Come here, my pet: sit beside me and lean back-what a delightful little cockle-shell you have. Oh I must kiss is first."
Jan spread her legs and pushed up her pretty bottom as I knelt on the floor and separated the lips of her cunt. Then I applied my tongue with thrilling effect to the little orifice. She panted and twisted about, murmuring her satisfaction.
"Queenie, you are a darling," cried Dick, "and I love you more and more every day." Then, coming behind me, he threw up my clothes and asked, "What is she doing to you, Jan, that makes you wriggle your arse in that fashion?"
"Oh, Dick, you wife is sucking my cunt! She is frigging is so delightfully with her tongue that she is making me mad for a fuck."
"And you shall have it too, my sweet Jan, later on, for at present I am deep in the folds of her own randy cunt."
This kind of wanton talk as usual stirred up my naturally lascivious temperament. I rolled her soft, luscious clitoris in my mouth while I relished with intense delight the long steady strokes of Dick's vigorous prick in my palpitating cunt. It felt so different from the feeble flabby affair to which I had lately been accustomed; indeed, I had often found it hard to tell whether a prick was in my cunt 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 lining of my vagina. And just as Jan's warm essence filled my mouth, Dick's spurting sperm met my own dissolving flow, and we all sank together in that enjoyable languor which usually follows fully gratified desires.
After resting awhile we all stripped, and then Jan and I commenced playing with his prick and balls while he tickled our cunts and bottoms. When we got his prick in fair working order again and Jan 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 lean back, spread your thighs and lift yourself while I put this pillow under your bottom. Look, Dick, see how your wife's cunt opens its mouth for your fuck! See how red it is inside! I am going to suck it first before I put your prick inside. You can watch me or play with my arse-just as you please."
The next moment I felt her warm mouth buried in my cunt, my whole clitoris drawn inside her sucking lips and her tongue pushing here and there 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 luscious manner stirred it round and round inside, saying as she did so, "I am frigging your arse, Queenie. Can you feel my finger in your arse?" And then: "Oh! Dick has his finger in mine! But Dick, you must not fuck me this time. Come here, and kneel on this cushion. Oh, your prick is so fine and strong! Wait-let me first rub its head up and down this furrow. Now! That's the spot-push! How it rushed 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 on her arse! Now another stroke! How she heavts up to meet you! Oh, what a smack that was! What a wonderful thing fucking is!"
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.
Jan had a decided Lesbian taste, 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 her own. So, to gratify her, I had to lie on my back across the bed with my head resting on the edge; she then bent over me with her belly resting on my breasts and her cunt right over my face, and encircling my thighs with her arms and holding open the lips of my cunt with her hands, she sucked the clitoris while she frigged the passage with her fingers.
I called out to my husband: "Come, Dick, here is what I know you delight in-a woman's arse in all its naked beauty. Look at these round cheeks-how soft and smooth they are! And this lovely valley between them; and 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 that the cunt is by far nicer and sweeter. Doesn't this rosy chink look specially inviting? Why, it seems almost begging for a fuck! See how these fat lips pour at the thought of your neglecting them! And this rose-bud clitoris, how delicious it looks with its tiny head challenging attention!"
"Queenie, you are right," replied my husband. " It is the natural place, and what is natural is always the most satisfactory. Besides, when you offer it to me yourself, my pet, I most certainly could not refuse."
He placed his prick in my hands, and I popped its head into the moist chink where Jan was expecting it. How fondly the firm lips closed round it as he slowly drove it up until the hairs at its root pressed against them and his balls plumped on my face! I felt her give a thrill of pleasure when the whole prick was embedded in her belly. Pushing up my mouth and thrusting out my tongue I could touch the soft lips of her cunt and the underside 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. Engaged thus we dissolved away in each other's embrace.
Here, I must retrace the steps of my story for a brief period. A short time before my marriage with Dick, I attained the age of twenty-one and was then able to carry out my father's intention of conferring the gift of freedom on my faithful and loving Zilla. She asked me at the same time to honour with my presence her marriage to 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 promised, 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 their affection. So, after the ceremony was duly performed, I returned to their cottage and went with them into their bedroom, where they both at once began to strip off their light clothing.
Then Zilla threw herself naked 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 at the rosy chink of his wife's quim as it lay invitingly open before him and at the same time felt my hands as in the days of yore fondling his prick and skinning its swollen head. As I drew him 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 lovely cheeks of her arse 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 up, and the whole prick disappeared in a moment within the hot folds, which closed round it with eagerness and delight. With one hand I squeezed his balls from behind, and with the fingers of the other I tickled her clitoris until they both poured out their spendings amid soft sighs and amorous grunts.
While resting in each other's arms Zilla looked up at me, and with a happy, contented smile she said, "Davy is a good boy and I am very fond of him; but. Miss 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 his prick, for though I might be jealous of others I will never nor could be as regards you."
"Very well, Zilla," I replied, laughing, "perhaps some day I may put your good nature to the test in that way. But what do you say yourself, Davy? You surely won't desire any change when you are so well supplied with a good wife."
"Ah, Miss Queenie, novelty is always pleasant. She is very wise, for she well knows that when she let me go to you I come back to her with a new delight and love her all the more."
I admired their simple philosophy and felt it was in accord with my ideas; and so I left them to enjoy themselves.
While talking with Jan one day, I described Zilla's wedding to her and expatiated on the wonderful power and efficiency of Davy's black prick. She grew intensely interested and said she would be gratified if I could manage to prevail on Davy and his wife to share our sports and exhibit their able charms for our joint entertainment. I promised to pay them an early visit and sound their feelings 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. He pulled off his pantaloons, raised his shirt, and exposing his prick in all its grandour day down on my sofa. Then, putting his arms across his face, he began to enjoy the thoughts of his coming pleasure.
Jan, who had been in the bathroom, now entered my boudoir rubbing her naked limbs with a towel, and said, "Oh! What is that black thing on the sofa? I do declare it is a black man, fast asleep. His large black prick is standing up all uncovered! What an opportunity for investigating the secrets of a black tool!"
She went up close 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; anyhow, he has a splendid prick-what a length and firmness, and such thickness, too!"
She then encircled it with both hands, and drawing down the yielding skin continued: "What a noble head it has! It makes all my cunt tingle merely to look at it and touch it. I wonder if it would awaken him if I kissed it!" And she pressed her lips to its pulpy head. Then her pliant tongue softly played around it as her open mouth gradually sucked it in.
"Ah! Ah!" muttered Davy, as if he were speaking in a dream. "I must have gone to heaven before the time, and this is a lovely Venus come to make me happy. She like black prick, too; she know how to pet and suck it. Get across me, Miss Venus; put the black prick into your rosy slit-Ah, you understand I see! The heavenly goddesses do not dislike black nigger; they know him a man and a brother. Oh, how tight-and how hot! Oh! Press hard," while Jan, with glowing cheeks and flashing eyes bounded up and down, making the prick rush in and out of her eager cunt with a sucking noise 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, and uncovering the glossy cheeks of her large bottom I called Dick's attention to it as I pulled the lips of her cunt apart with my fingers to show the deep red of its. voluptuous interior.
Dick came close behind the black bottom, and placing my hand on his prick, he said, "Well, Queenie, I must say you and Zilla are paragon wives. What a different world it would be if all wives had your sense and spirit!"
I liked being commended by my husband, and I know 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 woman. In fact I gained instead of losing, for I attached my husband more firmly to myself.
As soon as I felt my husband's prick driven up to the root in Zilla's cunt I went behind him. Then, pressing his bottom with my naked belly, I began to push. The table I had provided moved freely on castors, and we three glided into the room just as Davy, recovering from the effects of his first emission, was standing up holding Jan 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 amazed delight when they saw us moving up to them as if we three, like themselves, were amalgamated into one body, and propelled in successive jerks by the energetic shoves delivered conjointly on Zilla's arse by my husband and myself.
"Well, Miss Jan, how do you like my husband's black tool?"
"Oh, Zilla," replied Jan. "it is grand. You are very good to spare 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, I am quite happy," I said, "watching and feeling all your cunts and 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 to hastily dress and answer the door.
He found several men carrying a body on a stretcher, which proved to be that of Lord Ferrars, a young Englishman who had visited the island on his yacht. When returning on board that night he had fallen off the pier, hurt his head and been nearly drowned. 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 to my care. We placed him in bed in our best spare room, gave him a composing draught, and made him 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, 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. From the very first he paid me the most marked attention, observing which, Dick said to me one day, "My love, you have gained another admirer, and if you care to have him I don't object. Ferrars is a good fellow, albeit rather fond of the ladies."
This kind of treatment by my husband made everything very pleasant, and events arose out of it which neither of us calculated on.