cushion under her head, another under her back and a third under her bottom.
Rose, as will easily be imagined, was a charming specimen of Parisian beauty. She was dark, with great big eyes, cheeks as red and soft as the skin of a peach, a small rosy mouth and a pretty little nose. Her breasts were firm and well developed and beautifully tipped with pink rosebuds which at this moment were standing as stiff as little pricks. Her waist was small and her thighs and bottom really magnificent—I had chosen her as my special "friend" on account of their splendour— while her feet and hands were worthy of a duchess. I was always delighted to be with her, for her whims and manners were most attractive and she had a peculiarly charming way both of giving and— what to me is equally important—of receiving pleasure.
She opened her thighs; I knelt between them and then stretched myself along her belly, as I did so she placed one arm round my waist and with her other hand began to stroke and pat my bottom, encouraging me to the attack. Very slowly, so that my two little flappers might see every detail of the operation, I thrust my devil into the delightful hell which was so conveniently placed to receive him.
Immediately Rose folded her legs across mine and gripped me more tightly. Her pretty mouth took possession of mine, her hands clasped my bottom and I slipped mine under hers in order to press her more closely to me. Her hips began to undulate, inviting me to a similar movement, and for a moment we rubbed ourselves together as if we had desired to form but one body. As her pleasure rose she plunged her hot little tongue into my mouth and seemed to be trying to suck my very life from me.
'Now, do it!' she said suddenly with intense passion.
I saw that she was ready and I began to fuck her at once. Slowly at first, and by degrees more rapidly, my bottom rose and fell with firm and steady thrusts.
Suddenly Rose arched up her loins and seemed to support herself only on her bottom and head, her nails dug themselves into my stiffly contracted cheeks and with panting sobs and sighs she spent and spent and spent while, at the same moment, I poured into her a perfect torrent of my love-juice.
For a short time we lay motionless, panting in one another's arms, then I raised myself on my knees.
My prick was still in full erection: a great drop of seed issued from its head and fell upon the carpet.
Evelyn and Nora, much moved as their glowing cheeks and sparkling eyes plainly testified, were examining me and my tool in turn.
'Uncle Jack!' murmured Evelyn; 'you haven't hurt yourself?'
'Quite the contrary!' I sighed. 'My pleasure has been intense.'
'More intense than ours was?'
'Much more. You will understand it when you make love in this way.'
'And that won't be rill we are married! Oh, what a pity! Don't you think so Evelyn,' said Nora.
'Yes, that I do! replied Evelyn! Oh, Uncle Jack, is it necessary to carry out the agreement that you made?'
'Yes, dear,' I answered; 'it certainly is today, but I don't see why we should have any such agreement on some future occasion, if you are both agreeable?'
'Oh that would be splendid!' they both exclaimed together.
Was that 'future occasion' ever to he realised? Ah, that would be revealing secrets, which I never do!
'So the young ladies are satisfied with what they have seen?' asked Rose.
"Very satisfied!' I replied laughing.
'But I'm not!' said Rose.
'Why?'
'Why? Because I want to have two more turns and even then I shall be "one down" on the young ladies.'
I laughed heartily at this, not being aware that among her other English accomplishments Rose had picked up the language of golf.
'Very well, Rose,' I said; 'how shall we narrate the second story?'
'How?' said she. 'Shall we do it "dog-fashion" as you call it, or as we say en levrette? How will that suit you?'
'Splendidly, Rose, as it's with you that I'm to do it.'
'Oh!' said she laughing. 'You are becoming as polite as a
Rose, as will easily be imagined, was a charming specimen of Parisian beauty. She was dark, with great big eyes, cheeks as red and soft as the skin of a peach, a small rosy mouth and a pretty little nose. Her breasts were firm and well developed and beautifully tipped with pink rosebuds which at this moment were standing as stiff as little pricks. Her waist was small and her thighs and bottom really magnificent—I had chosen her as my special "friend" on account of their splendour— while her feet and hands were worthy of a duchess. I was always delighted to be with her, for her whims and manners were most attractive and she had a peculiarly charming way both of giving and— what to me is equally important—of receiving pleasure.
She opened her thighs; I knelt between them and then stretched myself along her belly, as I did so she placed one arm round my waist and with her other hand began to stroke and pat my bottom, encouraging me to the attack. Very slowly, so that my two little flappers might see every detail of the operation, I thrust my devil into the delightful hell which was so conveniently placed to receive him.
Immediately Rose folded her legs across mine and gripped me more tightly. Her pretty mouth took possession of mine, her hands clasped my bottom and I slipped mine under hers in order to press her more closely to me. Her hips began to undulate, inviting me to a similar movement, and for a moment we rubbed ourselves together as if we had desired to form but one body. As her pleasure rose she plunged her hot little tongue into my mouth and seemed to be trying to suck my very life from me.
'Now, do it!' she said suddenly with intense passion.
I saw that she was ready and I began to fuck her at once. Slowly at first, and by degrees more rapidly, my bottom rose and fell with firm and steady thrusts.
Suddenly Rose arched up her loins and seemed to support herself only on her bottom and head, her nails dug themselves into my stiffly contracted cheeks and with panting sobs and sighs she spent and spent and spent while, at the same moment, I poured into her a perfect torrent of my love-juice.
For a short time we lay motionless, panting in one another's arms, then I raised myself on my knees.
My prick was still in full erection: a great drop of seed issued from its head and fell upon the carpet.
Evelyn and Nora, much moved as their glowing cheeks and sparkling eyes plainly testified, were examining me and my tool in turn.
'Uncle Jack!' murmured Evelyn; 'you haven't hurt yourself?'
'Quite the contrary!' I sighed. 'My pleasure has been intense.'
'More intense than ours was?'
'Much more. You will understand it when you make love in this way.'
'And that won't be rill we are married! Oh, what a pity! Don't you think so Evelyn,' said Nora.
'Yes, that I do! replied Evelyn! Oh, Uncle Jack, is it necessary to carry out the agreement that you made?'
'Yes, dear,' I answered; 'it certainly is today, but I don't see why we should have any such agreement on some future occasion, if you are both agreeable?'
'Oh that would be splendid!' they both exclaimed together.
Was that 'future occasion' ever to he realised? Ah, that would be revealing secrets, which I never do!
'So the young ladies are satisfied with what they have seen?' asked Rose.
"Very satisfied!' I replied laughing.
'But I'm not!' said Rose.
'Why?'
'Why? Because I want to have two more turns and even then I shall be "one down" on the young ladies.'
I laughed heartily at this, not being aware that among her other English accomplishments Rose had picked up the language of golf.
'Very well, Rose,' I said; 'how shall we narrate the second story?'
'How?' said she. 'Shall we do it "dog-fashion" as you call it, or as we say en levrette? How will that suit you?'
'Splendidly, Rose, as it's with you that I'm to do it.'
'Oh!' said she laughing. 'You are becoming as polite as a
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