The adventures of Lady Harpur Vol.2

CHAPTER 6

Mrs. Bond, as already described, was fat, fair and forty; but she was something more, for not only had she a very imposing presence, and a remarkably find physique, but she was possessed of one of the hottest, randiest and most insatiable cunts that every poor widow was plagued with; but, at the same time, she was clever enough to maintain a character of the greatest decorum and respectability.

On this occasion, she felt that having caught the girls in flagrante delicto, she might safely indulge her favourite passion; besides, she had been listening for some time at the door, and had heard sufficient to agitate very keenly her prurient inclinations.

So, sitting down on the bed, she joined in the laugher, and invited the girls to sit by her side. Then, placing her hand with lascivious pressure on Madge's soft thigh, she said: 'You really must give me a lesson in the use of this clever invention. I need to make up for the pleasures that have been taken from me, while you employ it in anticipation of pleasures you hope to enjoy in the future; and which, if report is to be relied on, you at least, Madge, will soon have to the utmost your desire.

Jack seems well supplied — eh Madge! — and I am certain that you are equally well prepared to give him every satisfaction. Let me feel how you are furnished up here. You know I have had great experience in these matters,' and stooping forward she ran her hand up under Madge's petticoats.

'Oh! Mrs Bond, how can you!'

'What a luxuriant crop you have! This is a larger bush than mine though I am twice your age; and such a pair of luscious lips! How they will suck in Jack's tool, and cling around it with loving delight! Oh, Madge, I envy you your first fuck; but very likely you have tasted that pleasure already — eh Madge? — you are quite as roomy here as I am.'

'Oh, Mrs Bond! How you talk!'

'Why not, dear, I was myself fucked many times before I was married, and my good man was never the worse for it; of course, I was not fool enough to tell him, though he got the benefit of it, all the same, for I knew beforehand what would gratify him much better than if I had been a poor innocent unsophisticated girl. And now, as I want you both to be quite at your ease, I will, if you wish, give you a full account of how and when I was first fucked.'

'Do, dear Mrs bond, it will be delightful.'

'Very well, but let us place ourselves in position; I can talk more freely when I am looking at a cunt, and when somebody is petting mine. Tuck up, Madge, and let me see it, and place your hand here.'

'Oh, Mrs Bond, what nice soft silky hair you have; and the mouth feels as hot as fire! May I see it?'

'Yes, dear, if you wish,' and pulling up her petticoats she displayed a pair of fleshy thighs, and between them a cunt of extraordinary luxuriance and extent, its great lips pouting out in the most wanton manner as if ready for any kind of prick.

'Oh, Mrs bond, what a grand affair you have! Mary, did you ever see such a glorious love-chink?' and drawing the lips apart with her fingers, she exhibited its glowing interior.

Mary looked at her mother's cunt at first with a sly kind of interest mingles with feelings of shame at its exposure to the prying eyes of Dick, who, she knew well, was then regarding it with most lustful desires. But when Madge went on manipulating it, rubbing the large distended clitoris, pressing together, then opening wide, the fat pouting lips, her libidinous propensities overpowered her natural disinclination to make free with her mother's cunt, and with a sudden dash, she placed herself between her mother's widespread thighs, and having regarded for a moment the mysterious portals through which she had passed into life, she pressed her lips on the secret spot, drew the soft clitoris into her mouth, and probed with her penetration tongue the hot folds of the passage inside.

Mrs Bond laughed with pleasure, as she pushed her tingling cunt against her daughter's mouth, and said: 'Why, Mary, Mary, are you sucking your mother's cunt? I must see that your own sweet little pussy is soon gratified in the way it likes best. I have no doubt that if Mr Dick was here, he would be quite ready to repay it for the pleasure you are giving me; and I would place his prick myself in its mouth and hold his balls and tickle his bottom while he fucked you. And now that I think of it, when I finish my story, we need search for him, for I am sure he is in the house, and if he gives me his promise to marry you, he may enjoy you at once, and we will all be happy to assist at the demolition of your maidenhead — that is, if you have not given it to him already, which I am strongly inclined to believe.'

Mary kept her head down, and said nothing, so turning to Madge, Mrs Bond asked: 'What's your opinion, Madge, don't you think that Mr Dick, who often passes whole evenings alone with her, has already explored her maiden secrets, and made her acquainted with the power of his pleasure-giving tool?'

'Indeed, it is highly probable; and as I was saying to her before you came in, in spite of her innocent looks, I am sure she has been often fucked, and could tell us all particulars of Mr Dick's prick and balls and everything, if she pleased. But in the meantime, don't forget the story you have promised us.'

'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 say what I mean. I am not ashamed to cal 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; and I find great pleasure in looking at and petting a nice cunt, like yours, Madge, and to have my own cunt at the same time caressed and sucked by my darling child is heaven itself.' Here she laid her hand most lovingly on the back of Mary's head as she licked between the fat unctuous lips and darted her tongue into the recesses.

'I sometimes think,' she continued, 'I must have been born with an itching cunt, at least, I don't 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 fiddle with them and suck them in my mouth, and was always gratified when they repaid the compliment by inspecting and kissing my little nest, 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 a eunuch? Why was it wicked for a man to lie with a woman? And what harm could it do 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 enjoyment. 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 the wild part of the country through which a small stream flowed rapidly down. One very hot day, we were passing near a deep pool in a retired part of the river. 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 arose 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 edge which overhung the water some four or five feet. I was delighted with the view of his black shining body and queer-looking tool lolloping from side to side as he rolled about enjoying the refreshing coolness of the stream. 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 myself, 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 leaning against the bank right opposite hiding-place, he commenced frigging his prick in the most deliberate manner, drawing down the skin from its large round head, and making it stand up firm and erect; then placing his hands on both sides of it he jerked his bottom so as to make his prick pass in and out through his palms, just as if he was fucking a cunt.

'In my eagerness to se 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 furnace, but in a moment I felt myself borne up by the arms of Dindee, taken to the other side and drawn up 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, as I 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 am so drenched, that I never could get them off by myself." 'I turned my back to him, and after a deal of tugging and twisting, we got them all off except my stockings and shirt. 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 toward him, while he rubbed my arms and legs. I knew by his quick breathing that he was growing very excited. I pushed my bottom up to him, and felt his stiff prick poking against me.

He put his hand on my buttocks, and rubbed the cheeks; then passing between my thighs, rubbed softly up and down. The side of his hand 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 round in front and placed it on my mons, just beginning to be overspread with silky down. One finger slipped in between the lips. "Oh! Dindee, that tickles me." 'The other hand passed 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 up against the lips of my cunt. He opened the lips with his fingers, and rubbed the head of his prick in the moist chink.

'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 as he wished me to, and twisting my bottom about.

'"To fuck, darling missy, to fuck this lubly cunt." '"Oh! Dindee! How it smarts! Oh, how strong you are! Hold me — I cannot stand against you." He leaned forward, and let me down on my hands and knees, and grasping me firmly by the hips he pressed hard against me from behind. My cunt opened, and, oh girls! The dear soft thing I had been longing for passed up into my belly. It seemed to reach my very heart and filled me with supreme delight.

'How delicious is the first fuck! To feel the dear prick passing in and out through the clinging lips, rubbing every sensitive ridge, opening every voluptuous crease, and then, after a few vigorous strokes, pouring into you 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 finger in the entrance. Oh! I'm coming. I'm coming.'

'Straddle over my face then, Madge, put your cunt on my mouth and let me taste your spending.'

Mary too resolved to share in the common ecstasy as she gazed with pleasure at the voluptuous prospect Madge presented with her mother's mouth buried in her cunt. So pulling up her skirts behind, she turned her naked arse in all its attractive beauty toward the table, while she frigged herself with her finger and lapped up the rich streams which now began to flow from her mother's fountain of delight.

Dick described this scene as being the most exciting spectacle he had ever witnessed, and though he had spent twice but a short time before, his prick was bounded up like steel, and he felt consumed with vehement desire. He had a shrewd suspicion, which he afterward found was 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 peep-holes, she had made herself acquainted with all that was going on between Dick and her daughter; and had been for some time planning how she could turn her knowledge to account, not only in compelling Dick to marry her daughter, but in gratifying herself by a participation in their joy.

On this occasion she felt certain he was in the room, and her sagacious eyes at once fixed on the dressing-table as the only shelter that could afford him a sufficient hiding place.

She accordingly arranged the little scene on the bed and told her exciting story, both with the intention of drawing him out and then profiting by his excitement to make him give the promise she required and obtain for herself the gratification she desired.

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

Among her other distinguishing qualities, Mrs Bond never allowed that she was beaten. Apparent failure only nerved her for renewed and stronger effort.

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; run Mary to the pantry and fetch a little of my French liqueur.'

Mary soon returned with a decanter and glasses. The effect of the strong and highly spiced stimulant was soon apparent; Mrs Bond tumbled the two girls on the bed, tossed up their clothes, smacked their bottoms and kissed their cunts. They retaliated in like manner upon her, to her evident satisfaction.

'Now Mary,' she cried, 'I must have a good look at your own pussy; lie across the bed with your head resting on the edge, and I will straddle over you and suck your cunt while you watch Madge giving me a taste of the dildo.'

Mary placed herself in the desired position, and her mother, after fastening up her skirts, stooped over her and buried her face between her upraised thighs. Her object evidently was to favour dick with a full view of her splendid posteriors bulging out like two creamy globes on either side of the furrow where nestled her moist cunt and inviting arsehole.

Madge also tucked up her dress at Mrs Bond's request, and then with Mary's help worked the dildo in her salacious cunt.

Mrs Bond was one of those whose pleasure is intensified by the consciousness that all the secrets of their cunt and bottom are open for inspection. So she exclaimed, 'Dear girls, that is most delicious, are you both watching?'

'O yes, dear Mrs Bond, we see all your fine bottom, and your cunt sucking in the dildo — how I wish it were a real prick! Could you go on with your story now, or shall we wait until you spend?'

'Oh! I can tell it now, if you wish; keep the dildo where it is, and only stir it a little now and then.'

Here, as luck would have it, some stray hair or fly tickled Dick's nose that, in spite of all his repressive efforts, he delivered a tremendous sneeze. Mrs Bond jumped from the bed, ran to the table, thrust her hand under the cover and caught hold of the first thing that met her touch, which was nothing other than Dick's rampant tool.

'Hallo! What have we here? Murder! Thieves!' and tightening her grasp on the exposed limb she tugged with such force that Dick was compelled to crawl forth, trying to look droll, with his finger in his mouth.

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

'Tie him to the bedpost,' said Madge, laughing, 'and lather his breech, and let Mary be the executioner, for I guess she is more to blame than he is.'

'Capital, the very thing Madge, you are worthy of your salt. Come here, my young man, and don't stand there in that barefaced manner before these innocent girls. Face about, sir, we will make you bare206 bottomed as well as barefaced,' she said, tucking up his shirt behind, while the girls tied his hands firmly with towels to the bedpost.

'Now, Madge, off to the garden, and fetch a bundle of good stout twigs, and do you Mary go to the house closet for some strong cord to tie them up.'

Having thus got rid of the girls, she turned to Dick.

'Now, sir, I want your serious answer, by a strange stroke of luck you have go behind the scenes; now I want you to assure me that you intend to act honourably by my daughter Mary. If you give me your faithful word then you shall be welcome, not only to enjoy her anew, but to share in all our private amusements.' (This was a trying question, and very craftily put. According to my notions, Dick answered wisely and well. He had found an agreeable, clever, well-educated girl, devotedly attached to him and of a temperament warm and lascivious as his own; and that knowledge, which might have repelled others, he wisely judged, only secured for him that freedom without marriage would have been to him insufferable; hence his reply.) '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 pressing up to him, gently frigged it.

Dick looked up at his hands, and said, 'My hands are tied, or I would return your kind caresses.'

She at once reached up and untied the knot; in doing so, her fine 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 leaned back on the bed, her thighs expanded, he slipped in between; his projecting prick against her open cunt; he pushed it, it entered; he passed up; his balls pressed against her bottom; he placed his hands under her thighs, and raised them up; she crossed her legs over his back. They heard steps approaching; he stopped heaving. 'It is only the girls,' she muttered, 'don't mind them; fuck away, 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 around and smiled, while Mrs Bond said, 'Mary approach. Dick has given me his promise to marry you, and this is his reward.' Mary still looked doubtful. When Madge returned with the twigs and heard the last words, she rushed into the room with a merry shout; 'Hold him, Mrs Bond, Hold him — now's your chance, Mary — punish him — punish the wretch; after promising to marry you, the very first thing he does is fuck your mother! — did anyone ever see the like?'

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

He looked smilingly at her, and said, 'Do it, Mary, I deserve a whipping.' But Mary had evidently no heart for the office, and she applied the twigs in the softest way to the buttocks of her lover.

Observing which, Madge pulled the bundle of twigs impatiently out of her hand saying: 'You are no good; give it to me, I'll punish him,' and she laid on Dick's arse with such a will that she made him jump again, to Mrs Bond's manifest delight.

Dick fucked as he had never fucked before. 'Oh! Madge, have you no mercy? Stop you vixen!' and he discharged wit fury into Mrs Bonds fully gratified receiver.

After a few minutes of rest, during which they all arranged their tumbled dress, Mrs Bond said, 'Now, my children, we must separate for the present; but as Madge has promised to remain for the day, we hope that you, Dick, will join our party this 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.'