'For God's sake, look out,' I shouted to Ethel. The little puss had got her cunt across my leg and while frigging herself comfortably by this means had brought my prick to a perfectly lovely state and was excitedly flapping it against my belly.
Her mother's hand was raging in her own quim, and we had all been worked up to a condition of intense excitement by Rose's thrilling narrative. The latter cried out, 'Don't spill it: I want it too badly.' Then, flinging her arms out wide and spreading her lascivious thighs, she shrieked, 'Fuck me, Harry: fuck like hell. Oh that I could get you bodily into my cunt!' I lifted my head from her armpit, where I had been breathing the odour emanating from her full-blooded, lust exhaling flesh, and saw Rose's face blazing with passion, her lips parted and her eyes snapping.
What a splendid fucker I thought her! Firm elastic flesh, every bone well padded, glowing belly, and such thighs-as Ethel remarked, 'Once mother gets a man between those presses she never lets go till the juice is extracted from his grapes.' I rushed gladly to the breach, and Rose screamed with joy as she felt my prick enter her maddened twat.
'Shove it up, you devil… ram me like buggery… wash my guts out with your spunk, and be quick or I shall piss all over your blasted cock!' I fell on her belly, and felt the aforesaid guts fairly bubbling under me.
I was just as rabid by now as the strapping whore who was straining me to her nude bosom, and as far removed from any sense of bashfulness or decency. Noting the freedom of Rose's language, I made bold to repay her in her own coin.
'All right, my lovely bitch, wait till I get my spout fair into your pisspot, and I'll fuck your bloody arse off.' 'Good, good! Listen to him, Ethel: isn't he a goddamned cast-iron, twenty-two-carat whoremonger! Ough, that went well home. I believe your prick shot right into my womb… ough… ough.' I was driving with all the force of my arse, and at each stroke I fell flat on her stomach, the two masses meeting with a slap. Ethel's hands were playing round my balls, and her face frolicking against my backside.
She laughed and giggled with excitement. Rose twined her legs strenuously round mine and cried.
'I'm coming, I'm coming, you son of a split-arse whore. Fuck… fuck. Keep your mouth away from his bottom, Ethel, for I'll make sparks fly out of his arsehole in a minute.' I got my hands under the proud bottom, clenched a lump of flesh in each, and drove my fingers in without mercy.
'I'm coming, too. Buck… buck, you slippery-cunted whore. Wriggle your damned arse, and I'll drive my cock out at your mouth!' A quick ram or two, and the spunk began to flow. In the tension of the frantic spend we bit each other furiously. I know Rose made her teeth meet in my shoulder, while I gnawed at her fair neck, and neither of us noticed it in the rage of emission. I lay on her while my prick throbbed out its seething liquor, and the red-hot cunt vibrated in response. In fact, even while Rose reclined exhausted by the violence of her discharge, her splendid trap continued opening and shutting after my cock was withdrawn. Elated at the effect I had produced I drew Ethel's attention to it, and she remarked, 'I have seldom seen mother so excited or fuck so furiously. You must have a very magnetic prick.' 'He's a splendid fellow,' cried Rose enthusiastically, making me positively blush. 'We'll make a first-class cunt-puncher of him. He isn't afraid to excite his woman by rousing indecencies, and that's just what I like. I've never heard such language since my husband used to fuck me, and he was no slouch. 'Fuck my bloody arse off! (with a chuckle) 'Oh, fie, you naughty boy!' 'What about the "sparks from his arsehole", mamma?' said Ethel, 'I didn't see any, though I had my tongue there.' 'You bad girl! what was your tongue doing there in such nasty place?' 'Licking it, like yours was a little while ago. You see, if you excite me so I must do something wicked, too. I don't see why if his prick is in your cunt my tongue shouldn't be in his "bloody arse"' (with a smile).
Heavens! to hear the engaging girl reeling off these obscenities from her dainty lips gave me a thrill which was imparted to my cock, not yet quite dead.
'The fact is,' said Rose, 'I think Ethel badly wants a porous plaster in her belly, too. How's your bally prick, Harry? Fit for another tussle? Beauti- ful… I declare it will be up in a minute, with a little sucking. On to him, Ethel, and lick it stiff, and then I'll let you see how I pay out such an awful young reprobate for his remarks on my person. No, not that way: show him your cunt and your bottom.' Ethel straddled me quickly enough, and her fragrant, oozy quim was greedily sucked and her tender arse, too, which made me wonder if I could manage to get my prick into the dear little hole. Rose all the time was lying in the same position, holding her cunt closed with her hand to prevent the mingled spendings issuing, and when she saw I had got a gigantic horn again she said, 'Lie down, Harry, and I will show you a new way.' She reposed on me with her haunches on my chest, and adjusted her quim to my mouth-a rather startling apparition, filled as it was with what looked like melted blancmange relieved by the pink and reddish raw flesh. Inclining herself to the side, she left my prick free to Ethel, whose tight quim quickly gobbled it to the balls. Rose had only to look up and she could see the fuck from beginning to end. I sucked the mother's cunt contentedly while Ethel did the work. In her overwrought state a dozen strokes brought her a hearty effusion, the girl prattling pretty obscenities all the while in imitation of her mamma. Then she went to work vigorously once more, and extracted from my bollocks the fourth libation they had poured forth that night. 'There, ducky,' she cooed as our convulsions died away, 'was that a bloody good fuck? Don't move. Our juice is splashing into mother's face, and she's catching it in her mouth.' Rose had, indeed, changed her position, and true to her determination not to waste anything, was quietly imbibing the spunk as it dropped down; after which she fiercely clasped her daughter's bottom, and drew it on to her lips to get at what was left in the cunt. Truly the lascivious George's lessons had not been in vain.
After that we kissed all round, and every mouth was reeking with semen, for after a while Rose had again shifted position, and planting her arsehole squarely on my face, had received the titillation of my tongue in that delicate quarter, thus leaving her cunt free to Ethel, who licked up what I had missed. A fresh appeal to the wine-cup breathed new vigor and new lust into us, and I am afraid we were all a little tizzy when Rose resumed. She said that when Lucy described her first gamahuche and the horribly obscene manner in which it had been contrived, she started a little, for up to then George had not gone further than fucking her in her twin holes. Lucy noticed it.