Anonymous - Pearl

"Ah, my dear lady," exclaimed Patty, kissing me again and again, "you don't know how we all love you and feel for you, being left alone and unhappy. There is nothing we wouldn't do to bring a smile to your pale face."

"Then we'll sleep together and have a romp on the bed. Only mind, you are good girls, and never tell your mistress's doings," I replied, taking a glass of wine, and ordering them to do the same.

A second and a third glass seemed to open their eyes immensely; the least touch or joke sent them into fits of laughter. They blushed and seemed quite excited. In fact Patty, who had remained on my knee, was almost ready to faint with emotion as she caressed my face and bosom, the cause being a hand I had managed to slip under her nightdress, so that one finger had been tickling and playing with her almost hairless slit and gradually working her up to a state of excitement she was at a loss to comprehend.

"Let us all be naked. Throw off every rag, my dear ones, I want to feel your soft warm flesh next to mine, to cuddle you and feel you all over. Shall I read a pretty little piece of poetry about a potter who married your namesake, Patty?" I said, and seeing they were ready for anything, told Annie to bring me a manuscript called "The Haunted House" from a drawer in the cabinet.

"Now listen to 'The Tale of a Potter' and don't laugh till it is finished. You will find it rather free but nothing more than big girls like you ought to know." Then I commenced:

Young Hodge, he was a worthy wise,

A potter he by trade;

He fell in love with Martha Price,

She was a parson's maid.

This Hodge worked amongst his pans,

His pots, his mugs, his delf;

He said: "A sad fate is a man's

When he is by himself.

Now soon I'll marry Martha Price,

A nice snug home I've got;

The parson soon the knot shall splice,

And we'll both piss in one pot."

Then Hodge he made a pretty pot,

And took it to his love;

Said he: "I've brought this pot to show,

I mean your love to prove.

Now name the day, the happy day,

Whose night shall bring me bliss;

When your sweet cunt and my stiff prick

Shall mingle in this their piss."

They married were within a week,

And Hodge he was in luck;

He took sweet Patty's maidenhead

With his first vigorous fuck.

Then in her arms he fell asleep,

But started with affright;

And in the middle of the bed

He sat up bold and white.

"Oh, love! oh, love! I've had a dream,

A dream to cause me fright;

I dreamed we both were in my shop

And there I hugged you tight.

I dreamed I went your cheek to kiss,

We romped with hugs and squeezes;

When down I knocked the pots and pans

And broke them all in pieces."

Then Martha answered with a laugh:

"No pots you've broke, good man;

But much I fear this very night,

You've cracked a Patty Pan."

And from that night unto this day

Hodge in that crack would pop,

A prick as thick as any brick,

But the crack he cannot stop.

So maids beware, heed well your pans.

With this my tale is ended;

If your pan's cracked by prick of man,

It never can be mended.

Throwing down the manuscript, I had a finger in each of their cracks sooner than it takes to write. "What darling little pans each of you has! I long to throw you on the bed and kiss them. What do you think of mine with its soft curly hair? Only it's a broken pan, you know, my dears, as I've of course had my husband."

"La, and was that really so nice, dear lady? Oh, I love you so, do let me look," exclaimed Patty, slipping off my knee and kneeling between my legs to get a better sight of the object of her curiosity, which she first kissed most lovingly, and then, parting the hair, put a couple of fingers right up my cunt. This so tickled and delighted me that I leant back in the chair and pulled Annie close to my bosom as I hugged and kissed her, whilst I still had a finger in her little slit, as far as it would go. My legs also mechanically opened to facilitate inspection, as Patty exclaimed, "How deep my two fingers can go right up and it is so warm and moist. It makes me feel I could eat it!"

In a few minutes we were all tossing on my bed in a state of nature. They laughed, screamed and blushed as I excitedly examined and kissed their respective cunnies. How my tongue revelled around their budding clitorises till they rewarded me with those first virgin emissions which are always so deliciously thick and creamy. How lovingly they both repaid all my caresses, Patty paying the most ardent attentions to my cunt, which delighted her more and more every moment, whilst Annie seemed to prefer sucking my bubbies as I gamahuched her.

"What a treat it would be to see you both lose your maidenheads at once," I exclaimed.

"Ah! couldn't the pages do it for us, dear lady? I do love that Charlie so!" appealed Patty without consideration in her excitement.

"I'll try and manage it; but we must be careful not to let them into our secrets before I can find out how they are disposed," I replied.

"Oh, I know Charlie is a rude, bold little fellow, wicked enough for anything if he had the chance. What do you think, I once actually caught him handling his affair in the pantry when he thought no one was looking and when I happened to enter suddenly; it was sticking out straight and red-looking at the top. His face was quite red and he seemed rather short of breath; but the impudent fellow, like the daredevil he is, shook it fairly in my face as he asked me to give him a kiss, saying: 'What do you think of this, Patty? That's how it gets, when'—oh, mistress I can't tell you all he said."

But I pressed her and at last she told me: "It was when we had been waiting on his mistress. 'Oh, Patty,' he said, 'isn't she lovely, such mouth and teeth and loving eyes, I feel as if I could jump at her, I do!' "

"Very well, Master Charlie," I laughed, "perhaps I shouldn't so much mind if you did, when we are alone someday I will give him the chance and let you two dears know all about it. But I will first read you another song from 'The Haunted House' and to-morrow I will give you a copy, and I expect both to be able to sing it soon."

"LIVE AND LEARN."

Tune — Drops of Brandy

When I was little and good,

A long time ago 'm afraid, Miss;

A stiff prick was not understood,

I was a quiet little, shy little maid, Miss.

I knew but one use for my cunt,

I knew not what joy 'twould afford me,

The sight of a cock would affront,

And talk about fucking have bored me.

But now, oh, much wiser I've grown!

I'll stretch my legs open for any,

My modest shy feelings have flown,

And fucks, why, I can't get too many!

I like a stiff prick up my arse,

Though too much of that makes you bandy.

When I look at my quim in the glass,

It always pouts red and looks randy.

I like a fuck — morn, noon, and night,

On every weekday and Sunday:

If I'm fucked on the Sabbath, all right!

But I want to be buggered on Monday.

Oh! Let it be hot or be cold,

I'm always alive for a cock, Miss;

Men, fair, dark, young or old,

Here's a hole that'll take in their jock, Miss!

I can spend for an hour at a time,

My cunt is as hot as fire, Sir;

The man that says: "Fucking is crime,"

I say to his face, he's a liar, Sir.

Then give me a prick in each hand,

Turn my arse north, my cunt to the south;

And get all your jocks well to stand,

One in each hole and one in my mouth;

I'll fuck and I'll suck and I'll frig,

Until you're all quite bloody well spent, Sir!

Then I'll take in the lodgers again,