'Sing out you two fuckers when you are going to spend-but I see you're just coming, for Ethel's cunt is opening and shutting fast. Ah, here we are!' We both gave several quick lurches, and grabbed frantically at any flesh under our hands. Then Ethel's bottom subsided, burying my cock to the root, and Rose humorously swore she could hear the spunk fizzing into her daughter's belly.

My prick dropped out and she closed the lips of the freshfucked twat and bade Ethel hold them so. Reclining on the couch, which I now saw threw her crack well up, she drew Ethel astride of her.

'Now, show your mettle, Harry. Here's a couple of loving and most fucksome women: do something to show you are pleased with your good luck. Don't leave all the indecencies to us. Suck these cunts, my dear lad.' By this time, warmed, too, with wine, my native randiness had got its head. I was game for anything, and made no difficulty about extracting from the pink little cunny the semen I had just lavished there, nor of heartily gamahuching the much more formidable gash below. I took care at the same time to sodomise both bottoms with my finger.

'Charming,' said Ethel, 'he's a regular love, mamma, and I'm so glad we fell in with him.' 'Yes,' said Rose, drawing all three of us in front of a mirror: 'he is a strong-backed, lusty-pricked young gentleman' (running her hands most pleasantly over my bottom and between my thighs, and again sucking my breasts), 'a fine plum for two amorous bitches like ourselves. What do you think of us, Harry? You have