His feelings were so hurt that he instantly wrote me a cheque for?1,000, and told me I might keep the house and shift for myself.
This exactly suited the plans I had been marking out for myself as soon as I could get quit of him, without apparently acting with palpable ingratitude.
You are too well acquainted with the doings in my house for me to give an account of my present life, but should you wish for a Christmas party next year, and you are a good boy in the meantime, I may look up and jot down for your amusement some of the voluptuous adventures which I have heard of, or been a party to, since I became such a well known member of the Demi-Monde.
For the present this is the end of Vanessa.
Everyone complimented Spencer on his tale, and then their host turning to Fuckatilla, said,
"You know, my little dear, the treat I promised you; I think Vanessa's story has warmed me up for the business of five to one, there are only four males in the party, but I have a nice dildoe for your cousin, and when Emma straps it on she will be as good as a man, and last a deal longer.
We will all have a sip of my magic Mouche D'Espagne chocolate, which I have kept in reserve on the hob, to invigorate us for the last orgie of the night, then to work."
The tiny cups were handed round, and even little Nelly had hers to sip; the effect was indeed magical, each prick in a few moments stood in a state of bursting grandeur, the girls' eyes Rushed with lustful desires. Nelly was down on her knees, almost devouring Jack Turdey's affair, so ravenously did she gamahuche him, as she begged that as he had a moderate sized cock he would try and make a real woman of her.
"No, no, my little darling!" said Bigcock, as he excitedly fastened the dildoe on Cousin Emma, an enormous thing, about nine inches long, and thick in proportion. "You shall work off your excitement by birching us all round, as there is nothing else for you to do. Get that great bunch of birch from the sideboard, and pay us out with it as hard as you can."
A couch without a back was placed in the centre of the room, Cousin Emma reclined on her back, then Fucktilla spitted herself on the dildoe, till her cunt was deliciously gorged by the soft flesh-like india rubber tool which made her spend in a moment, as she bounded on the joy-giving instrument, her cousin sucking her bubbies for her with all the abandon of lust.
Frank Jones and Spencer on either side placed their pricks in her hands to frig, whilst Bigcock presented his for her mouth to suck, and Jack Turdey last of all took the position he so dearly loved au derriere, where he revelled in the delightful pleasures of her fundamental rosebud.
Nelly Racquet now applied her rod with vigour, her right hand switching them one by one as she ran round the group, frigging herself with her left hand at the same time, exclaiming every now and then, "Hold tight; go it. Fuck away. You won't let me know what it's like, so I'll pay you all out in spite. Don't your bums look pretty! I've made Jack's bleed." Till at last she was so carried away by the wantonness of her feelings, she dropped the rod, and mounted on Fuckatilla's back, with her bottom to Jack, who had to postillion her with his finger in her tight little arsehole as she screamed with delight.
This scene lasted a long time, each one swimming in lubricity till the effects of the Mouche D'Espagne were exhausted.
They had a glass of champagne to revive themselves, then finished the night by all joining in the following:
CHRISTMAS ANTHEM
Christmas has come! let affection and folly, Run through the land from the North to the South, Hang up the mistletoe, nail up the holly, Frolic and fun be the talk of each mouth, For each one to flirt, and to drink, and to eat;
Aged and Young, come! now, this is the Season, All have enjoyment — my prick "sees no reason,"
Why Christmas should pass, and he not have a treat.
Ruddy his tip, as the bright Holly merry!
Round are his balls, as the Pudding so gay;
White pearly drops, like the Mistletoe berry, They shall distil from his touch-hole to-day.
I will sip toddy, forget worldly scheming.
Prick! I feel for you a friendship sincere;
Pledge me in a draught, and your top ruddy beaming, Shall quaff the Sweet Cunt Juice, for Christmas is here!
Christmas is here! so my prick, what you fancy, That you shall have for your holiday fare;
From the black curly jock of the stately Miss Nancy, To young Kitty's sweet cunt, that can't boast of a hair.
Come! my tail full bosomed fairy of twenty, Come! little golden haired maiden of eight, Look round the room, there are partners in plenty, But nothing like Prick for a Christmas-time Mate!
Let the snow fall — we care not for the weather, Pile up the logs on the gay crackling Are;
Then shall Queen Cunt and King Prick meet together, And our sighs of enjoyment in silence expire.
Come! 'tis but once a year — let there be blindness, To what our warm feelings incline us to do;
Come, merry maidens, and show my Prick kindness, And straight he will strive to give pleasure to you!
Touch with your hand, let your sweet taper fingers, Electric-like thrill him from root unto tip;
Then while the warmth of that contact still lingers, Caress the sweet darling with tongue and with lip.
Press to your bosom — then glide to your Cunny, Into your belly he'll pour his "good cheer;"
"Will you spend in my bum?" "Should like to, My Honey!"
We will do what we like now, For Christmas is Here!