A NOCTURNAL MEETING
MY LUSTFUL ADVENTURES
'George did give trouble. He soon got used to my attractions, and as I said, I could not keep him away from other women. He fucked the servants openly, and any number of my friends, though I will say my husband was a gentleman in that respect, and never let on who his sweethearts were-fond as he was of boasting of this, that or the other damned fine grind he had had-unless he was sure I already knew their names, or would know soon. Reproaches and remonstrances were perfectly useless, and, worst or all, the wretch had awakened a mine of lasciviousness in myself that I had never dreamed existed. I felt I must have plenty of prick, and as I couldn't get it from him I determined to please myself. I threatened him with reprisals, and only extorted a careless laugh, so after Ethel was born I simply took all the lovers who offered themselves, and snapped my fingers at George. He did not trouble me very long, poor fellow, for in a few years he died fighting, as he had lived, furiously. For some fourteen years I have been a widow and a widow I mean to remain. As you can guess, with a figure like this' (looking herself over approvingly) 'and with my fortune, I could have married again and again, but I objected to being tied up. Suitors who would be content to fuck me could have as much as they liked without going to church. I haven't always escaped' (with a laugh) 'for there are two young brothers of Ethel's being brought up far away from here in ignorance of their parentage. I think, however, the floods of spunk poured into my womb have pretty well drowned out the danger now, so don't imagine, Master Harry, this long spike has left anything behind it, unless you have planted a kiddy here' (smacking Ethel's belly). 'If you have it doesn't matter. She's bound to fall sooner or later, and besides a youngster does a girl good-fills out her body with succulent flesh, and opens her quim more. Too tight a quim is always a drawback to a woman. Dear me, I must relieve myself.' 'And I too,' said Ethel demurely. 'I am bursting.' 'Well, piss out boldly, and don't be afraid.' Rose got off the bed with a lurch, and I noticed her utterance had sensibly thickened. Ethel followed with an unsteady giggle, and I sat on the edge, swaying a little myself.
'Would you like ... hic ... to see a woman pissing, Harry, my dear?' I nodded violently.
'Well I must sit down, for I'm hanged if I can stand steady. But you, Ethel, hold the pot behind you, bend down and piss well back.' Ethel, still giggling and looking rather dazed, did so, and a sparkling stream came hissing out and tinkled into the chamber utensil. Rose was squatting on another and letting loose a deluge. Her ample dimensions enveloped the china, and flowed all round the edges. I felt in need of a comfortable pee myself, and a comical idea entered my rather dizzy nut. As these two beautiful creatures were so far gone as to have lost all sense of decency, while I had had none for hours, I didn't suppose they would squirm at a little fun. So I got down, winked at Ethel who had finished, and pointed my prick at Rose's polished shoulders. I waited till she had done, and just as she turned to rise touched her, told her to remain as she was, and let fly down her broad back.
'You nasty beast,' she exclaimed with a shiver, 'how dare you?' 'Be quiet, or it will be all over the floor. Look, Ethel, see it trickling down her back, and through the crack of her arse into the pot.' Rose entered into the spirit of the joke, and exclaimed, 'What a hot shower-bath! After all it feels rather nice.' My urine streamed out, and I pissed for nearly a minute without ceasing. Ethel suffocated with laughter at her mother's awkward posture, and the way she had been trapped. 'Good God, boy, are you never going to finish?' Rose shouted as the stream still fell. 'Well, I'm damned if I ever had this done to me before! I shouldn't have been surprised had it been some lecherous old devil who was up to any filthy trick there is, but a young cockerel like you who had never seen a woman's naked arse before ... my word you have got a damned cheek. Oh, you've finished at last! Well now you had better get a towel and dry my arse for me.' Cleaning operations followed: the cunts were wiped, powdered and scented, and after another draught of the sparkling wine the two women hugged and cuddled me furiously, both raging with prurient itch and still unsatisfied. I was nothing loth, and returned their caresses with interest, biting their ears and bottoms, and even the lips of their quims. My prick, which to my own surprise appeared inexhaustible, was quickly in a noble state. Rose seized it with a cry of frenzy, dragged a pillow under and me on top of her, and with one heave engulfed the whole prick. She bucked in a volcanic rage from beginning to end, and her fiery language of before was nothing to the stream of profanity that now issued from her intoxicated mouth. She cursed and caressed me without losing breath and ordered Ethel to suck 'that blasted arse till he farts'. Ethel slobbered my bottom accordingly, and then with an inane giggle began biting it and my balls and thighs. As soon as we were chock-a-block Rose made me get outside her, so that she could 'feel my bollocks on her thighs and get more spunk out of me', an attitude, by the way, that always gives you a sustained spend, but has the disadvantage of permitting you to get a part of your prick only into the cunt. My knackers were thus in full view to Ethel, and she moulded them firmly, and nibbled at them. Finally in a sort of frenzy she rained a shower of blows on the big manly bottom so temptingly displayed, stammering in a thick voice that she couldn't resist such a chance, and then the spunk flowed once more amid a renewed torrent of obscenities, in which all three vied as to who should produce the most shocking language.
Ethel rolled me off her mother, and on to herself. In a few strokes my prick stiffened under the pressure of her heated cunt, and we set to with unabated vigour. Rose screamed with glee, and saying, 'Just look at the two randy young buggers,' plumped her dripping cunt across Ethel's face, and stuffed her arse against my mouth. Between her own dashing bucks and the pressure of the huge buttocks poor Ethel was nearly smothered, and I could hear the wet cunt soughing on her face and lips. Rose gave her no mercy. The big bottom flopped up and down, and after a fresh discharge had made Ethel squeal with ecstasy her face emerged smeared from forehead to chin with a highly-scented layer of frothy cream deposited from her mother's raging furnace.
Breathless and perspiring both women drank greedily when I presented the beakers to their lips, and this about finished Ethel, as I guessed it would, for a precious idea had entered my mind, which I feared to propose while she was in her full senses. Meanwhile Rose rambled on.
'Fancy your having the impudence to piddle down my back! Oh, you will do' (admiringly). 'You are a nice young man to take into one's bed.
No one, not even George, has ever done that to me before, though I have douched more than one with my pissing-trap-ay, and more than that!' She ruminated for a moment and seemed to be a little undecided-then with a burst of intoxicated laughter she whispered thickly in my ear, 'I've pooped in a man's mouth more than once ... what do you think of that?' I suppose I looked astonished at this revelation for she went on, 'I swear by my cunt I have. It was always at their own request-there are some men who like that, you know-but it's not so dashed easy to muster up courage to do it as you might think.' 'Well, you are a confounded whore and no mistake, but I like you all the same.' 'No, no whore-only a woman with a healthy cunt, and plenty of hot blood who, when she makes up her mind to fuck, does it thoroughly.
And I'm awfully fond of you, you young rip. You are such a splendid fucker. You've got fairly into my bones, and Ethel's too, I think, for she's never done for Tom what she has for you.' I was standing at the bedside and my cock was convenient to her mouth, pretty limp, of course. Rose kissed it tenderly, saying. 'Nasty little lump of putty ... did it spit all down my back? And if I took it in my mouth I s'pose it would want to pee in there' (turning back the skin and licking out the coagulated semen that had gathered in the crevices). 'I don't believe it has got any pee or any juice left in it.' Her lips closed over the nut and she ran her tongue over the orifice, as though searching for something. By heavens, I thought, I believe the giddy creature wants me to piss down her throat! I am sorry I emptied my bladder just now. Rose went on, alternately sucking and crooning to herself, 'How soft and pulpy the naughty little prick is! I don't believe it can even piss a little drop now. I wonder if it piddled slowly it would get up hard and strong again?' I wondered too, and determined to try and squeeze a few drops, especially as she looked up with heavy eyes and, oh, such a wanton smile and quoted the old, old gag, 'If you can't come, pee a little.' 'By God, if you tickle me like that you will make me piss!' One hand slid under my balls, and a finger reached out for my arsehole.
Impatiently pulling me nearer she plunged it into the unattractive tunnel, sending me wild with the titillation, and making me reckless of the consequences.
'I'm sure I'm going to piss,' I warned. She sucked away and took no notice.
A few drops issued. She did not blench but swallowed them, and I could trace them, as it were, falling down the round white throat. The amorous woman, then, intended to give me this startling proof of affection! I pissed a little more, and despite the shower-bath I had given her back and bottom a few minutes before, the novelty and amazing obscenity of it all irritated my bladder to such an extent that I felt prepared to supply another tidy stream. 'Look out, there's more coming, you darling whore,' I cried.
'I'll make it if there isn't,' she replied, ramming her finger up my bottom as far as it would go, and twisting it round and round.
I could contain myself no longer, and pissed heartily. Rose lifted my cock out and held it over her mouth. With another intoxicated chuckle she watched the amber stream issue, and pour into her gullet. As the last drop disappeared down her throat she murmured dreamily, 'Fucked all over, and pissed all over. What a damned whore this boy is making of me!' Her eye fell on her finger which had come out of my arse in a parlous state. 'Haven't I loved you well, laddie? Would you like me to do something dirtier still? See!' The excellent lady deliberately wiped her finger on the ruddy curling lips, and pulling my head down challenged me to kiss them. I didn't repudiate the embrace. I was in a state of exaltation-what with the wine, the effluvium of her amorous carcass, impregnated and saturated with my own semen and exhaling the incense of copulation from every pore-that made me game for any excess. I kissed the pasty lips passionately, and with one hand on my prick, already stiffened by these ultra-erotic experiences to a respectable state, and the other round my neck, Rose whispered thickly, 'You have fucked my cunt and my mouth, and pissed all over me, now bugger me, dear.' Now, I had proposed to myself to take advantage of Ethel's helpless condition to explore the depths of the handsome bottom whose virginity was still intact. I pointed to it, and intimated my preference for an arena that was so far untouched.
'I think you are too big for her, but anyway, shove it up my arse first, there's a darling.' After one or two attempts Rose got on to her knees, and pulled open her bottom. I entered quite easily, and in a few strokes was up to the balls. But Rose's limbs gave way, and she sank down laughing inanely at her inability to bear up against my ram. I drew it out and attacked the innocent Ethel's posterior, but, being too squiffy to think of oiling her hole and getting no assistance from my victim, only succeeded in making her grunt and nearly ricking my prick. I desisted, and in a few minutes, thoroughly overcome by the combined forces of Venus and Bacchus, we were all fast asleep