The cuck in literature part 9
Excerpt From: Anonymous: “Clara Alcock” circa 1890
In short, our house was a true Liberty Hall, everybody did as they pleased but then, the ruling desire of each was to gratify the rest. Accordingly happiness prevailed and mutual enjoyment was the order of the day. My good husband not only accorded me the most unbounded freedom but actually took special delight in assisting me to obtain the highest pleasure in the arms of others.
Indeed his favourite position was lying with his prick soaking in the cunt of either Frances or Jim, while with his hands he held and directed the prick of Lord Ferrars in the act of prodding my cunt. As I lay at his side with my bottom turned up for the satisfaction of his friend, and within easy reach of my husband’s fond inspection and pleasing titillation.
I confess that, while I always enjoyed the entrance of Lord Ferrars’ experienced tool into my furrow of delight, I felt a pleasure far beyond the power of words to express when I know that my husband was not only looking approvingly, but doing all he could to urge on the fierce delight and deepen the penetration of his friend’s prick in his wife’s cunt.
Whenever I felt my husband’s hand pressing the borders of my throbbing recess, as he held Lord Ferrars’ prick and rubbed its head up and down between the lips, an unusual thrill was sure to pervade the entire region of love: and as soon as he had guided it to the sensitive entrance at the end of the slit, I used to give a sudden spring with my loins and at once engulf the luscious morsel: then as I felt it separating the clinging folds of my cunt and causing every nerve inside to tingle with approaching rapture, I could hardly refrain from shouting out with delight.
Sometimes, I would exclaim: ‘Oh dear Dick, that is delicious! I do so love to feel your hand on the lips of my cunt while his Lordship drives in his prick!’
Then Dick would change his hands, placing one under my bottom, and with the other grasping his Lordship’s cods all the time heaving away over his own fair partner who held him tightly clasped in her wanton arms. There we would cry alternately: ‘Oh my cunt! – Oh my bottom! – Fuck Lord Ferrars! Fuck Dick! – Fire away, Fred! – Shoot it in, Dick!’ until we were all bathed in that rich flood which alone brings relief.
Oldcuck notes: I love reaching in and feeling a friend’s prick moving between my fingers into my woman’s pussy. check out my vid “salty and sloppy” for a demo.
In short, our house was a true Liberty Hall, everybody did as they pleased but then, the ruling desire of each was to gratify the rest. Accordingly happiness prevailed and mutual enjoyment was the order of the day. My good husband not only accorded me the most unbounded freedom but actually took special delight in assisting me to obtain the highest pleasure in the arms of others.
Indeed his favourite position was lying with his prick soaking in the cunt of either Frances or Jim, while with his hands he held and directed the prick of Lord Ferrars in the act of prodding my cunt. As I lay at his side with my bottom turned up for the satisfaction of his friend, and within easy reach of my husband’s fond inspection and pleasing titillation.
I confess that, while I always enjoyed the entrance of Lord Ferrars’ experienced tool into my furrow of delight, I felt a pleasure far beyond the power of words to express when I know that my husband was not only looking approvingly, but doing all he could to urge on the fierce delight and deepen the penetration of his friend’s prick in his wife’s cunt.
Whenever I felt my husband’s hand pressing the borders of my throbbing recess, as he held Lord Ferrars’ prick and rubbed its head up and down between the lips, an unusual thrill was sure to pervade the entire region of love: and as soon as he had guided it to the sensitive entrance at the end of the slit, I used to give a sudden spring with my loins and at once engulf the luscious morsel: then as I felt it separating the clinging folds of my cunt and causing every nerve inside to tingle with approaching rapture, I could hardly refrain from shouting out with delight.
Sometimes, I would exclaim: ‘Oh dear Dick, that is delicious! I do so love to feel your hand on the lips of my cunt while his Lordship drives in his prick!’
Then Dick would change his hands, placing one under my bottom, and with the other grasping his Lordship’s cods all the time heaving away over his own fair partner who held him tightly clasped in her wanton arms. There we would cry alternately: ‘Oh my cunt! – Oh my bottom! – Fuck Lord Ferrars! Fuck Dick! – Fire away, Fred! – Shoot it in, Dick!’ until we were all bathed in that rich flood which alone brings relief.
Oldcuck notes: I love reaching in and feeling a friend’s prick moving between my fingers into my woman’s pussy. check out my vid “salty and sloppy” for a demo.
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