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Back to the story:  Charlie, Mary and Eliza (the youngest sister) are playing
hide and seek but Charlie and Mary want to go at it again...

So we bound up her eyes, and she was to stand behind a tree and count one
hundred before she attempted to look for or seek us.  We made a detour, and
as fast as we could run reached the summer house, which, as all the ladies
were in the house occupied, I knew to be untenanted.  We entered and locked
the door, in an instant I had Mary down on her back on the sofa, my head
between her thighs, and my tongue in her cunt, and then on her clitoris.
She was as eager for it as myself.  A week had passed since the happy day of
giving up her maidenhead to me.  She had thoroughly got over all the pains and
inconveniences of that day, and was as ready for a renewal of what could only
be joys now as I was.  She spent in my mouth almost as soon as I began to
gamahuche her clitoris.  Waiting an instant to lick up and swallow the soft
and delicious young discharge, I rose, pulled out my bursting prick, and
engulphed it in her well-moistened sheath with one rapturous shove up to the
hilt, positively taking away her breath by the energy of the attack.  I was
almost as rapid in coming to a conclusion as she had been.  Nevertheless, she
died away a second time, the moment she felt the warm gush of my raging
discharge.  We lay some minutes rapt in the lascivious lap of lubricity.  But
in our young and unbroken energies, nature soon reasserted her power.  I must
give my sister the palm.  It was the internal pressures of the inner folds of
her deliciously tight cunt that first awakened my vigour.  Somewhat more
slowly we began another love encounter, which speedily became much more rapid
and energetic, ending as usual in an extasy of delight, and closing with actual
cries of intense pleasure.

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"...Most admirable, my darling wife, but drop off everything, and let me
contemplate, at my ease, all the beauties of your exquisite body."
  No sooner said than done, and my lovely mistress stood in all the
glory of her magnificient and beautiful naked form.  He kissed and fondled her
from head to foot, laid her on the bed and gamahuched her till she squealed
again with pleasure.  Then pulling out his magnificent prick, he plunged it
into her delicious cunt at a single bound, evidently giving her the most
exquisite delight, as was evidenced by the instantaneous clasping of him with
her arms and legs, and the rapid wriggling of her backside.  They soon ran a
first course, but Mr. B. remained engulphed in the closely fitting sheath of
his salacious wife.  She evidently exerted herself more than usual, both for
her own pleasure as well as to give satisfaction to me, for once when she
turned her head in my direction I caught her eyes, and she smiled, giving a
still more vigorous heave than usual, and showing me all her cunt at full
stretch with the noble prick in it.  I was ready to burst.  At last their bout
was over for the present; Mr. B. withdrew his prick, all slimy from its sheath,
pendant, but still full of size.
  Most extraordinary!  I would have given a good deal to have dared to
rush out, put it in my mouth and suck it dry, I can hardly describe how
strongly this desire took possession of me.  It was the first promptings of a
passion I have since often indulged in, where I have met with companions with
whom I could join in orgies of both sexes.  Mrs B. professed to be dead beaten
by the constant and frequent renewals of these interviews in addition to night
work and lay perfectly still, while he performed his ablutions and readjusted
his habiliments.
  "Fasten the door after me," said he, as he ardently pressed her form
in his arms and kissed her.  She had continued stretched on the bed, exactly
facing me, with legs widely extended, so as to show me the whole of her lovely
cunt, which I could see still panted under its late excitement.
My charming mistress told me it was palpitation not for what had passed, but
for what it was waiting for.  She rose at last and closed the door, turning
the key upon her husband.  She then approached the bidet to purify herself,
but I bounded from the closet, seized her in my arms, dashed her back on the
bed and immediately glued my lips to her glowing and foaming cunt, with all the
froth and spending of her husband oozing out.  I greedily devoured it, and
raised her to such a frenzy of lewdness that she dragged me up and cried,
frantically, "For God's sake fuck me--fuck me!"
       Of course my cock was bursting to do so; with one shove he was sheathed
to the cods; my loved mistress spent with that alone, so highly was she
excited, not only by the preparations, but as she herself acknowledged to me,
by the idea of the instantaneous infidelity to her husband, at the moment after
he had just fucked her--such is the wild imagination of women when they give
way to every libidinous thought.  It would have been exactly the same if some
equally fortunate lover had been awaiting my retiring from the field.  The idea
of success in deception is a passion with them, and they would almost sacrifice
any thing to obtain it.  Before I could arrive at the grand crisis, she was
again ready, and we died away in an agony of blissful lubricity--she held me,
as usual, so tight that I never thought of withdrawing from the folds of her
delicious cunt, but lay still enjoying the never ceasing compressions of its
velvetly folds, which sometimes really had almost the force of a vice.  I was
rapidly ready for a second bout, which, like the first, ended in extatic joys,
beyond the power of description. My charming mistress thought I ought now to
desist, but pleading my forty hours' fast (for, of course, she knew nothing of
my fucking Mary), I begged her to allow me to run one more course.
  "Then, my darling Charlie, you must let me turn on my side, for I am
so heated with your weight and my husband's that I must have some relief, but
there is no occasion for you to withdraw, leave me to manage it."
  With an art quite her own, she accomplished her object, her splendid
buttocks' pressing before my eyes against my belly fired me immediately.  My
cock swelled and stood firm as ever.  Then passing an arm round her body, I
used my fingers on her excited and stiffly projecting clitoris. We had a much
longer and more voluptuous fuck than before; nothing could exceed the delicious
movements of my divine mistress; she twisted her body so, that I could suck one
of her bubbies, while I fucked and frigged her; she spent with such a scream of
delight that I am sure she must have been heard in the house, had it not been
for the inner baize door to the room. She continued throbbing so deliciously on
my prick that I began to flatter myself I should obtain a fourth fovour, but
she suddenly bolted out of my arms and out of the bed.  Turning round, and
taking my whole prick into her mouth, and giving it a voluptuous suck, she
said, "No, my loved boy, we must be prudent if we mean to have a repetition of
these most exquisite interviews.  You have given me most extatic pleasure, and
by moderation, and running no risk in too long indulgence of our passions, we
may safely manage to enjoy similar interviews every day.  Get into the
dressing-room, remain there until I leave my room and pass your door."

That is, for those of you just joining us, from  Romance of Lust: Book 1
by an anonymous author from the victorian era.