A NOCTURNAL MEETING
MY LUSTFUL ADVENTURES
A NOCTURNAL MEETING
The episode I am about to relate happened when I was still a very young man, not over-expert in the pursuit and methods of amorous pleasure, and with my tastes still crude and my powers only suspected and quite undeveloped. True, I had made acquaintance with the mysteries of the female form by the medium of an occasional rough and tumble with one of the maids, and later had been promoted to the dignity of rogering a willing friend of my sister's, but these damsels were all plain, not fancy, fuckers and had no idea of employing anything but a naked cunt for the delights of fornication. They seemed perfectly satisfied with a straightforward hump, and would certainly have been horrorstricken at the suggestion of those amenities in which I afterwards became a connoisseur.
My first awakening to the extended possibilities of coition came in this wise. Passing one night along a rather unfrequented thoroughfare I was fortunate enough to rescue two ladies from the grasp of a couple of roughs who had bailed them up intent on plunder. A quick dash and a hurried blow or two sent them off in a flurry and I turned to reassure the distressed beauties. One was a lady of ripe charms, with flowing figure and a face still handsome and attractive. The other was a charming girl of about nineteen, who proved to be her daughter. The elder woman, still well under forty, looked desirable enough to give any fellow a satisfactory cockstand.
They were profuse in their gratitude, not the less probably because they noticed I was young, scarcely more than a boy, and, as they were good enough inform me afterwards, by no means bad-looking. They suggested I should accompany them home, which of course I was nothing loth to do. No young fellow dislikes being petted and made much of by a couple of amiable women. I hadn't the least idea, however, of the good fortune that awaited me.
When we arrived at the house, they would not hear of my leaving without entering. It was evident from the interior they were in easy circumstances and I ascertained they were the only occupants, except for the servants. Once inside, Mrs. Aintree, as I will call her, embraced me warmly, kissed me repeatedly, and exclaimed, 'How can I thank you, my dear Mr. Temple' (we had exchanged names on the way). 'You have saved us from being robbed and probably worse. We were too terrified by those hooligans to scream, for I feared if we did the brutes would knock us about, and very likely after they had plundered us we should have been thrown on our backs and ravished. Oh, to think of being mauled by those ruffians!' The good lady shuddered, but somehow I already had a faint suspicion it was not the idea of being fucked out of hand she objected to so much as the fucksters.
In the full light I could better appraise the charms of my new friends. It certainly did not conduce to a feeling of monastic calm on my part to have a full, voluptuous bust pressed warmly against me or to perceive, when my arm went involuntarily round her waist, one leg gripped between a pair of solid thighs, and behind them a big, soft bottom. Nor was it likely to lead to excessive self-control to notice a handsome, well-built girl standing by with moist eyes, coral lips and flushed face, evidently highly approving and enjoying her mother's abandon. I, of course, modestly disclaimed having done anything in particular, and airily asserted those sort of fellows were ready enough to tackle lonely women but not a resolute man.
'That's all very well, but you know as well as I do they often carry knives or other weapons, and they might have used them if you hadn't been so quick. My goodness, Ethel, did you hear the sound when Mr.
Temple-by the way what is your Christian name ... Harry, is it?-struck that rascal. I shouldn't like to have got the blow. And I could have laughed but for my fright when you caught the other fellow with your toe as he turned to run away. I hope he'll be sore after it. How strong you are, Harry, for Harry you must be to us-we feel quite like old friends already-what muscular arms' (feeling them admiringly). 'And a nice looking boy, too, not much older than Ethel ... yum ... yum' (more kissing).
The moist, salacious lips gave me an indescribable emotion, and I feared that tangible evidence of its intensity would be only too manifest if this went on. I know I blushed and the widow tapped my cheeks, laid her own against them, and rubbed them softly in a most endearing way, calling her daughter's attention at the same time to my confusion. Then to my relief she pushed me into a chair and, with Ethel, busied herself setting out some refreshments. This done she asked me to excuse her while she changed her dress (for the hot night and the emotion of her adventure made her long to escape from her tightfitting garments), called Ethel to the door and exchanged a few words outside.
As I learned later what she said was: 'Ethel, my dear, we mustn't let him go. He is too young and good-looking to part with so easily. I don't think, from his blushes, he knows much about women, and we will give him a treat. But go modestly at first till we find whether he is of randy disposition or not, and if he is...' She licked her lips significantly, squeezed her daughter's motte, and disappeared.
Ethel came back and without ceremony seated herself on my knees and pressed her lips to mine. 'Mamma has thanked you, and I can't do better to show you I am grateful, too, than follow her example.' She sat right up to my prick, which had long been in a state of repressed exaltation, and I could feel her plump bottom deliberately pressing upon it. Miss Ethel, from her weight, was evidently a solid-framed girl, and bade fair ultimately to rival, if not exceed, her mother's voluptuous proportions. I made free to squeeze her resilient bosoms, and was not repulsed. I returned her kisses with interest, and got the tip of her tongue slily inserted in my mouth as reward. Encouraged by this very loose conduct on the young lady's part, I was just about to have a grope-and Ethel seeing my design had thrown herself back to favour it when Mrs. Aintree, or Rose as she presently asked me to call her, returned. She was clad in a long wrapper, and had discarded corset and most of her undergarments to judge by the liberal curves now revealed.
'A charming picture-youth and beauty on both sides. That's right, Ethel-cuddle the dear lad. He deserves it.' She filled bumpers of wine and we all drank heartily. Rose filled my glass again, insisting that a man must want more than a woman. I easily guessed her intention was to excite me, and a glimmering of the truth dawned upon me, but I had, as yet, no idea of the depth of the plot hatched at the door a few moments before.
'Now, Ethel, run and remove your dress, too. I am sure you must be hot.' Ethel went off and her mother promptly took her place. A great soft mass of flesh pressed on my thighs, and spread out over each side of them. The insidious kisses rained upon me once more, and I could not help handling and then slily pinching the tempting arse. Rose smiled, lifted my hand, kissed it and put it in her bosom.
'There, dear, you may caress me freely; you will make me very happy and Ethel, too. Do you know, you rogue, somehow I feel if it had been you instead of those street vagabonds who had tried to take liberties with me I shouldn't have been able, or inclined, to offer much resistance. There is such a difference, you see, between a handsome young gentleman and scum like that.' Thereupon I made bold to open the wrapper and gaze upon the magnificent bubbies over which my hand had been delightedly wandering. They poured out, full, warm, luscious and tantalising, and I buried my face furiously in the glowing flesh. A pair of fairly large but shapely teats surmounted the white orbs, and I sucked them greedily.
The effect on the widow was rapid. She moved uneasily, grinding the tremendous bottom into my thighs, pressed my head spasmodically to her bosom and sighed. Into her eyes came a glazed look-the look of lust and lewdness that is familiar enough to me now. Her fingers twittered through my hair, played with my ears and neck, and then she burst out, 'I must kiss your naked flesh, too.' Feverishly she undid the buttons of the soft shirt I was wearing and fastened her lips on my neck.
At this moment Ethel returned. She, too, was in a wrapper and prepared for the fray. Her eyes gleamed as she saw the great milky bosoms hanging out and my face buried in them. She came at once to her mother's assistance.
'Isn't he charming, Ethel? Harry has been good enough to kiss me, oh! so nicely, as you see, and he is making me feel just lovely. And now I am going to kiss him there, too.' Here was seduction reversed with a vengeance! Where the bold lover usually urges the timid girl step by step, and takes possession of her virginal charms in due order till he arrives at the primest of all, these two daring women revenged the wrongs of their sex on a poor unprotected boy by submitting him to a similar process.
My waistcoat was unbuttoned and the singlet followed. Rose turned the lapels back and exposed my chest. Praising the firm robust flesh and remarking admiringly on the smoothness of my skin, she fastened on my nipples and began to tickle one with her tongue. Ethel leaned over and took possession of the other. The sensation was most agreeable and I felt that I should wet my breeches if it lasted.
'Oh ladies, dear ladies,' I remonstrated feebly, 'you overpower me. If you treat me like this, I don't know what will happen.' They chuckled delightedly and sucked all the more. Ethel transferred her mouth to mine and, to my horror, slipped her hand down inside my vest. Slowly the taper fingers made their way into my belly, feeling it deliberately all over, and then came into contact with my engorged prick. 'Oh, mamma, I've found such a funny thing, round and long: oh, yes' (running her hand as far as my balls), 'longer than my hand, and hard, but soft at the same time. It seems ... yes, it seems to have a sort of pointed knob with a loose cap of skin.' The infernal witch, with finger and thumb, imparted a spidery motion to her hand, and darted her tongue into my mouth. She knew very well that my overwrought prick would splutter out its contents in a moment, and this was what she was aiming at. Gently she squeezed on, and informed her mother of the state of her progress as reflected in my face. 'Why, mother, Harry has such a rapturous look on his face, just as if he was seeing angels. He is turning his eyes up quite ecstatically, and this curious pillar I'm holding is throbbing away and swelling in my hand.' 'Yes,' said her mother feeling my jock from the outside.
'What you have there, Ethel, is an appendage usually found on young men, and much sought after by ladies. It is commonly called a prick, and from what I can judge seems to be an excellent specimen of its kind.' With that she rubbed my balls a little, and that settled it. I did not care a damn for the consequences, but let the flood burst. My lava flowed abundantly, and a delicious shiver ran all over me. Ethel, who had occasionally passed the tip of her finger over the top of my prick, to judge, no doubt, how soon she might expect to feel the discharge, hollowed her hand and held it over the nut, for which I was duly grateful since otherwise my clothes would have been in a precious mess.
'Oh, mamma,' she called out, still preserving her innocent tone, 'it's shooting a lot of warm sticky stuff into my hand. See...' she withdrew her hand and held it out to Rose. At the same time she bent over my face again, and prevented me watching what happened to the moist little paw. I heard a glucking noise, and when I next saw the hand, where I expected to see a respectable pool of good semen, to my astonishment I found it dry or almost so. The greedy woman had deliberately sucked it all up, but at the time I thought Ethel had wiped it on her dress somewhere.
Down went the hand again, and Ethel professed much amazement at the change she found.
'Why, it's all limp and soft now-not half the size it was-just like a boy's little thing.' 'Well, rub it, my dear, and it'll come back again in good time.' This the girl proceeded to do, and a most pleasurable feeling it was to have her soft hand toying with my most tender parts.
'I can't get at him properly this way,' complained Rose. Rising, she lifted her skirt to straddle my limbs, which enabled her deliberately to expose a pair of naked legs and part of her equally naked and voluminous thighs, showing she had nothing on but wrapper, shift and slippers. Ethel no doubt was similarly equipped. Seating herself across me, Rose first of all unbuttoned my trousers and revealed the play of her daughter's fingers on my cock.
'You won't be so pressed with your clothes loose; and you might take off your coat and waistcoat, Harry. Then we can cuddle you much better.' I did so with pleasure, whereupon, aided by Ethel, she smilingly pulled down shirt and singlet to my waist, leaving my torso barer than her own. Next she opened wrapper and chemise to the same extent, and applied her luxurious bubbies to my chest, rubbing them lasciviously against my naked flesh and setting up a gentle electric friction of a most exquisite description. Ethel said, 'I think, mamma dear, you will get on better if you are more undressed, too.' Without waiting for sanction she quietly pulled the clothes from her mother's shoulders and arms, and let them hang loose from her loins.
What a magnificent apparition the nude bust was! Never, so far, had I seen or thought of anything like it. My ephemeral fucks had been perpetrated on ordinary bodies, and one of these resplendent bubbies would have balanced any two I had exploited as yet. I hugged the elastic waist and, stammering I know not what words of endearment, kissed and mouthed all I could reach. Slipping my hands down I came upon a powerful bottom spreading wide on either side of the hips, and was only prevented from exploring the whole of this wonderful terrain by the tight fitting linen. Ethel saw my dilemma, and whispering to her mother, 'Lift yourself a little,' pushed the garments right down and denuded the circumambient haunches. I bent under her arm to view them. What a sight they were! Curving in a sweeping outline from the hips, they projected back and to the sides in a massive swell of triumphant flesh. There was nothing of that flatness which so often spoils a fine arse, and they presented a satiny surface free from blotches and blemishes, such as not all women of ripe age can boast.
Always since then have I measured my mistresses' fundamental charms by the standard of Rose's great arse, and seldom have I come across one that for symmetry, shape and smoothness could beat it. Size of course I have seen exceeded, but mere size is nothing if not accompanied by corresponding attractions. Deliriously I clasped handfuls of the warm sappy flesh, gripping hard and even thrusting my hand into the dubious region between the cheeks.
For her part, Rose plainly approved my demonstrations, and snuggling her face under my armpits, licked the hair. 'The odour of man,' said she, 'is just as enticing to a randy woman as the scent of her snatch to her lover.' Then she fell to sucking my breasts again. My face being disengaged, Ethel opening her robe drew forth, not without some blushes, a pair of shapely sweet-smelling mammae, pointed with little teats, and placed one after the other on my mouth, at the same time rubbing her middle against my arm. I was almost smothered under the avalanche of loose flowing flesh, and gasped for breath. Ethel had compassion on me and substituted her tongue for her titties.
She gave me the whole of it this time-another endearment to which I was a stranger, and the effect of all this could no longer be concealed.
Nor was it lessened when the now excited and naughty girl said, 'Doesn't that make you feel good, Harry? Hasn't it a stiffening effect somewhere, my dear?' At the same moment her mother, judging the time opportune, took my hand and guided it under her clothes to her crotch. This was what I had been waiting for. Instantly I twined my fingers in the mat of hair, felt the prominent motte, and then dived into the fat cunt. I revelled in its slimy folds, and juicy enough they were in all conscience. Determined to have revenge for the indignity Ethel had inflicted on my cock when she so ruthlessly jerked it off, I frigged the great cunt violently.
'There, dear,' said Rose, 'that's were a gentleman should have his hand when a lady is making love to him. Have you ever had a naked woman in this position before? Tell me, you darling boy' (in a low tone), 'have you ever fucked a lady? Do you know what that is?' Now, I had half expected some such question as this, for I had gathered that they took me, from my youth and the surprise they had seen in my eyes at the display of breasts, for an innocent, and I decided to deceive them.
'No. Of course I know what it is, but I haven't dared...' 'Beautiful, beautiful! Ethel, he doesn't know what a naked girl is like.
Strip, strip yourself at once, and show him all you have. That will make him so randy he will fuck us both. Yes, Harry, you will not leave this house tonight till you know all an amiable woman can do for an amiable lad, and that shall be your reward for succoring two poor women in distress.
Feel me, feel me all over-everywhere you want. Look, Ethel is quite naked. Isn't she a handsome girl? Look at her well, Harry: you won't often come across a better. Get on that low chair, dear: bend well down, and show him your pretty bottom, and what you have between your legs, so that he can see as well as feel how a lady's built.' All this was ripped out breathlessly under the vivid play of my fingers, and the exhortation at this point suddenly finished with, 'But, oh, oh, wait a minute ... I'm coming ... he's been too much for me ... quick, Ethel, put your fingers in too ... quick, quick ... and help ... him to ... to ... finish me.' The ponderous bubbies were shaking and trembling like jelly in an erotic convulsion. Rose's mouth was half open, and her eyes stared fixedly. Her thighs clasped mine energetically, and when Ethel, kneeling down, inserted two fingers from the back and added her efforts to my vigorous frigging, her mother's pent-up feelings gave way in a burst of spray, accompanied by some rather lurid language of a sort I had imagined only whores were supposed to use. Little I knew then of the ways of a lovely woman in full heat, but I was in a fair way to learn. Ethel, I believe, was biting her parent's bottom to add to her fury.
I withdrew my hand, sopping and scented with Rose's discharge, and remembering Ethel's trick, laid it on the girl's mouth. She kissed and licked it, saying, 'Mamma, I'm afraid you've been having a spend.
Harry's hand tastes very much to my fancy as if it had been up your naughty thing.' I sniffed at it myself, and found it impregnated not only with the familiar odor di femina, but with some artificial fragrance as well. Both of them had scented themselves for the combat, and I detected the same incense under their arms, on their breasts, on their mottes, and afterwards in their dear little arseholes.
Rose now put her hand under my shirt and took possession of my elongated prick. She rapidly ran her hand along it, as though to test its dimensions, and heaved a sigh of satisfaction at finding it not too small.
Doubtless, knowing she was no tender pullet, she was afraid I might not entirely fill the gap in her anatomy through which many a stout prick had already passed. Still, it was a lascivious velvety cunt, and I looked forward with anxiety to the moment when I should be called upon to test its capacity.
'Be careful, dear lady,' I said, 'be careful, you know not what you do,' for, carried away by her excitement, she was groping and squeezing in a manner that threatened to send my spunk flying again.
'Yes,' she said smiling, 'I mustn't waste it. How are you built down below? She felt for my balls and gathered them in her hand. 'Capital, capital, they hold enough for six good fucks at least. What a night we will have! Now, Ethel, get up on that chair, and show Harry that pretty arse once more, and your delicate cunny.' 'Oh, mother,' protested Ethel, 'how you do run on. I'm sure Harry will take us for two lewd women of the town.' 'Whereas we are two highly respectable ladies,' laughed Rose, looking at her own nakedness and then at Ethel who was blushing to her bottom, and presenting a lovely pink and white spectacle-'especially in our present state. But Harry will learn in time that modesty goes off with the petticoats, and I feel sure he is not the man to shrink from an appetising fuck because it's spiced with a few seasonable immoralities.' 'No, no, I want to learn. Teach me all you know, dear ladies. You will hear no reproach from me. Remember I am only a beginner. I am clay to be moulded in the hands of the two most amiable women I have ever met, and the two most handsome, too,' I added enthusiastically.
'That's right, dear. You mustn't be surprised at anything, and afterwards I will tell you how it comes about you find us apparently so abandoned. Now feast your eye on that picture, and tickle my quim again nicely. And Ethel, keep your great bottom out of my face. I want to watch Harry as he gazes upon you, and enjoy the surprise upon his features. Bend down a little more, and open your cunt. It isn't as big as mine, Harry, but you will find you will be able to get thoroughly into it.
Probably you won't think her quite as good a fuck as I am, for all her youth, because she hasn't the experience. In fact Ethel has only allowed herself one sweetheart yet, and so, though she isn't exactly new, you will at any rate not find the gloss entirely off. As for me, old as I am' (she was only thirty-seven, or so), 'I can still' (with an amusing assumption of self-deprecation) 'afford suitable entertainment to man...' 'Or beast-if those fellows had got into you,' I put in. 'Yes: nice tit-bits two women like us would have proved for the ruffians. I am sure, by the look in their eyes, they meant to fuck us. Just fancy having to admit their filthy pricks into our decent cunts when a nice handsome boy was waiting for us!' 'Don't get excited, mamma, or your pussy will dilate so much that Harry will fall in bodily when he gets on top of you, and then there'll be no fucking for me.' Mamma's answer to this impertinence was to put her arm round the slender waist, and push the youthful bottom on my face. I kissed it eagerly, and tempted by the fragrant cunt, said, 'May I?' 'Of course, dear: kiss it, and suck it, too, if you like.' It was the first time I had thought of such a caress, or knew it to be allowable. Rose fitted the lovely arse on my face, and, excitedly frigging my staff, cried, 'Rub your cunt on his lips, Ethel: let him taste it all. Put your tongue in, Harry, well in. Gamahuche the little bitch. I warrant she wants it badly.' I did my best, and Ethel cooed and bobbed her bottom up and down and was only too delighted to get the chance of frigging her dainty crack on a masculine mouth. Rose's excitable manipulation had laid bare my most private parts, and her daughter was casting curious glances at the ruddy pole. I was the proud possessor of seven or eight inches of stout-headed penis, and the girl was probably wondering what effect it would have on her still unextended quim. Rose, seeing her eyes directed at the startling apparition, jocosely cried, 'Keep your eyes off, miss. The idea of an unmarried girl casting covetous glances at a man's horrid appurtenances! They must be hidden from sight at once.
Get up a minute, Harry.' I did, and Rose immediately pulled my trousers down, regardless of the fact that her action threw off her last mantle and left her completely naked. The broad belly with its splash of curly hair and the salient motte between the sweeping thighs made me lick my lips.
'There's nothing like naked flesh when you're going to have a hearty fuck,' said Rose, fitting my prick into her yawning crack and lowering herself again. 'I was tired of feeling this rough cloth on my bottom. A capital prick this, Ethel. I have swallowed it right up to the balls, and even they are between the lips.' She hoisted my shirt, and having fixed her tongue in my mouth as Ethel had done, moved up and down the shaft that was embedded in her belly. Ethel had gone round to the back of her mother, and was kneeling down doing something I could not see, but I felt her bosoms on my knees. I ventured to ask Rose what she was up to, but she merely smiled and said, 'What I'll do to you presently, my dear, if you fuck me well.' After the manipulation my cock had undergone, a few strokes of the powerful quim would have brought on a premature dischargewhich Rose was probably well aware of, for she stopped to give me a rest. Her sensations must all the same have been very pleasurable, for she murmured, 'Dear girl,' and writhed about, sucking my lips savagely, while her cunt began to contract ominously.
'Are you ready?' she cried. I nodded. Rose fairly bounded in the saddle, and abandoning all restraint screamed, 'Buck away, too, you young bugger; split my cunt if you can-let me feel your jelly-all, all. Do you hear? Deluge me, or I'll bite your balls off ... ah ... oh ... lo-ovely ... I am coming too!' Her head fell on my shoulder; the fleshy body quivered all over, and my hand, dropping to the enormous arse, encountered Ethel's face buried between the cheeks. The spunk hurtled from my spike and poured out in successive jets, a thick clotted stream, and Rose shrieked with pleasure as she felt it lubricating her excited vagina.
'Thank you, dear. It was a splendid fuck. And you-confess haven't I procured you a heavenly sensation? Did you ever dream before what fun you could get out of your prick, or that a woman had got such a pump between her thighs?'