A NOCTURNAL MEETING
MY LUSTFUL ADVENTURES
LUCY'S STORY CONTINUED
Do you mean to say George hasn't given you a dose in the mouth yet? Well, I am surprised. I should have thought that by this time there wasn't a hole or a crevice in you that hadn't had his randy prick in it.
But I suppose he thinks a little more is due to a wife that to one of his pissing-whores. Excuse my dreadful language, Rose, but really it is all his fault.
'Oh yes, as I said before I have learned a lot in that way. The names he has for my cunt vary from cream-jug to pisspot. Go on.' Well, curious as it may seem, when he discharged without ceremony into my mouth, the taste of his abominable spunk appeared to take possession of me, and I felt that, as he said, I was his thing ... his whore. If he had proceeded to fuck me, sore as my cunny was, I should have welcomed him, and caressed him with a fervour all the greater for his brutality. In fact I secretly hoped he would ram it in, then and there, and if he had chosen to bugger me again I shouldn't have protested, even had he split my arsehole open. What he did, however, was to undress himself and strip my nightdress off, and the more naked we became the more I kissed and fondled him. I seized his cock again of my own volition, and sucked it frantically till it came up once more, and all the time the handsome devil was chaffing me about the difference in my attitude, boasting how he had tamed me, and telling me I would be as good a grind as Tottie yet, and so on. Then he laid me down, got on top, and told me to hold my breasts up, so that he could have a fuck between them.
'Then you'll see how the stuff shoots out,' he said, 'and what it's like, and if you choose to catch it in your mouth, you can.' How funny his bollocks felt rolling about on my diaphragm, and how eagerly I watched the great head bob through and through my bubbies, with my eye fixed on the little aperture for the first appearance of his spunk. First a clear moisture exuded from the tube, then it increased, George panted and damned, and "swish" it came, four or five jets. They splashed over chin, mouth, lips and nose, and some even over my eyes, and overpowered me with the virile odour of the stuff. 'Oh, George, what a lot!' I said admiringly. 'I thought I had got most of it in my mouth, but there is as much as ever.' 'Oh, I can generally give the girls I fuck as much as they want and more-some of them.' The wretch laughed as he thought of the many ivory bellies whose shape he had temporarily spoiled.
'Now we'll have a nice little double suck, if your cunt isn't too sore.' So saying he turned round, and I saw his manly arse, robust, strong and hairy, looming overhead. The still half-stiff prick and his great rods dangled over my mouth and I kissed them passionately. George opened my thighs and began gently to lick my cunt, fearing to excite it too much.
Oh! Rose, what a heavenly sensation it is to have a man's head between your thighs! Ah, naughty girl, I can see by your pleased look he has been at the same game with you. I sucked his sticky cock, and when it was nearly erect George pulled it out of my mouth and put it between my bubbies again, but this time in the reverse way. The big bottom with the ominous-looking brown hole in its centre sank slowly to my face. Did he...? Good Heavens, could he expect me to kiss that? There was very little doubt, for in a moment what I should have privately designated to myself the day before 'his stinking arsehole' was planted firmly on my lips. Nay more. He was not content with that, and edging backwards rubbed it several times on my nose. Then I was ordered, if you please, to put my tongue in and lick it thoroughly. With a last sight at my degradation, followed by a wave of lust sweeping from my irritated cunt to my brain, I licked slowly and deliberately, thrusting my tongue as far up his bottom as I could. Yes, my dear, there was I, Miss Lucy Crofton, granddaughter of a lord, a girl of fashion and society, whoring with a naked man whose most beastly part was glued to my lips! Not that it was particularly dirty or unpleasant: and I must say that when, later on, George returned the compliment I experienced so pleasurable a sensation that if a man wants to fuck me now I take care to make him suck my arse as well. And I must say, too (with a perk), I haven't found anyone who hesitated as soon as he saw my bottom, which even George was good enough to admire.
'And was she a well-made girl, mamma,' queried Ethel.
'Yes, but not better than you, and not much more so than myself, though she was nearly four years older. Still, Lucy was a tempting piece of goods, and a distinguished-looking girl, so that I doubt whether anyone but a rake like George would have undertaken to rape her. I fancy she must have been more than spoony on him, and the rascal saw that he only needed to hit the psychological moment to tear away her maidenhead. But, Lor' bless you, Lucy could never hold a candle to me when once I got the rage for fucking and my figure developed.' 'I can readily guess that,' I said admiringly, squeezing her breasts and bottom animatedly, 'the sight of these would make a mummy's cock stand, Rose.' 'Yes' (complacently). 'Fetch me my photos, Ethel.' They were produced and proved to be a series of nude pictures of herself, taken over a number of years and in various highly indecent postures, showing her development from a pretty, plump girl to the magnificent whore she was now. In particular she had a number fully exposing her cunt to view, with the idea, she said, of proving that in a woman endowed with abnormal fucking powers the cunt retained much more freshness and expanded less than you would suppose.
'I have been an outrageous belly-bumper for years,' she remarked, 'and I should be sorry to have to calculate how many thousand times I have emptied a cock into my cunt, but you see there isn't much difference in it even now.' Rose opened her thighs and made me compare minutely the earlier pictures with its present mature state, and really there wasn't any very perceptible difference. Some women I have fucked since have had cunts like horse-collars, and hadn't been on their backs overmuch, either, but then she hadn't done much child-bearing, and was in a position to take good care of her most valued treasure. So far as I could tell it was likely to be eminently fuckable for many a year yet. I said so.
'I hope so,' said Rose heartily. 'But I suppose I shall always be able to buy a decent fuck, unless I become too much of a hag. I certainly mean to go on using it if I can so long as there is any feeling left in it.' There were a few pictures of Ethel, too. In one of them, as a child, she was kneeling between her mother's thighs, and gamahuching her intently, but of this more anon.
'Lucy,' resumed Rose, 'had a pretty tough experience, hadn't she? After George had filled her cup of humiliation to the brim, and she imagined her submission was to be rewarded by the insertion of his prick in her longing crack, he got off her, and remarking that she was hardly in a condition to be fucked yet, amused himself by making her take various improper postures, and then went off for a bathe.'