I got back to London early one afternoon, having been away just three weeks, to a day; and I drove off at once to the villa, where I knew Frances would be waiting to receive me, for we had corresponded regularly, and I had written to tell her when she was to expect me. During the long drive from King’s Cross, I kept› wondering how Frances would look in her woman’s clothes, and I felt as excited as if I had been a young bridegroom going to meet his bride. On my arrival at the house, I was ushered into the drawing-room, where I was received by a lovely young lady, who threw her arms round my neck, and who kissed me, and fondled me, and cooed to me with all sorts of endearing terms.
It was Frances, but I should never have recognized her had I met her in the street: she appeared so much caller in her sweeping draperies, and she was far more handsome than I had ever expected. She was beautifully and tastefully dressed in a frock that set off to perfection all the rounded contours of her splendid figure; there were ribbons on various parts of the dress, and there was creamy lace round her throat and wrists. Her hair had grown longer, covering her well-shaped head with a wealth of little, silky, golden curls, which came low down upon her broad, white forehead, but did not hide her pretty shell-like ears. Her blue eyes seemed to be larger, and more limpid than ever; her complexion was like milk and roses; and the excitement had raised a pink flush on her peach-like cheeks.
Her first transports of pleasure over, she sank gracefully down upon a chair; her trim ankles and tiny feet, in smart patent leather high-heeled shoes, showed under the hem of her dainty, lace petticoat; and she held in her small, white hand, a filmy handkerchief scented with some delicate perfume.
Looking at me, with a languishing glance in her beautiful eyes, and with a smile curving her cherry lips, she said: “Well, Charley, how do you think I am looking?”
I was quite dazzled by the unexpected beauty of the girl, and I gazed at her for a short time without answering; thinking to myself, with intense delight, that she was all my own: no other man had ever touched the sweet, delicious, young creature. I lifted her up in my arms and pressing her to my breast, kissed her rapturously on the eyes, cheeks, and lips, while the subtle perfume of her hair, flesh, and clothes excited in me a dreamy, sensuous feeling.
She lay quietly in my arms perfectly unmindful of her crushed and tumbled draperies; at last I answered her question: “You are looking most charming. I always thought you were pretty when you were dressed as a man; but now that I see you in your proper dress, I consider you beautiful.”
She laughed a long low laugh of happiness. She said: “Oh, I am delighted to hear you say you admire me’ And I am so glad to have you with me again. I have been pining for you. I am longing to be in bed with you again. Oh, my sweetheart! My love!” kissing me boldly, over and over again,
I sat down on an easy-chair, holding her on my knees with my arm round her waist; then I lifted up her skirts and admired her shapely legs, cased in pale blue silk stockings, held up by black satin garters; then, putting my hand up her petticoats, I opened the slit of her drawers, played with the silky hair on the lower part of her belly, and felt the cool, firm flesh of her bottom. I had a most tremendous cockstand, and I longed to poke her at that moment, as she sat on my knees; but I curbed my desire; thinking it would be better to wait till we got to bed, and then I should be quite fresh for a long night of pleasure,
So I took away my hand from the tempting “spot,” rather to the surprise and disappointment of Frances, who, thinking I was going to give her a “sitting poke “ had straddled out her legs so that I might be able to get my prick between her thighs. She glanced at me, with a yearning look in her great blue eyes which were moist and glistening, but she made no remark. I gave her a kiss, saying: “Let us wait till we are in bed, and then we shall enjoy our fun all the more.”
Then I asked: “How have you been getting on with Maud?”
“Very well indeed. She has been most good, and kind to me in every way. I like her very much,” she added, diffidently. “But she is not very well educated, and I don’t think she is quite a lady, though she has very good taste in dress.”
I laughed heartily, remarking: “You are a very observant young lady Maud is certainly not well-read, and I don’t think her parents were what are called ‘gentlefolks.’ She herself started in life as a chorus girl.”
A few moments after we had finished speaking, Maud came into the room and greeted me cordially. Then, looking waggishly at us, she said: “I see you two turtledoves are billing and cooing already. I hope I have not disturbed you. Shall J go away again?” she asked, with a sly smile. Frances jumped off my knees, laughing and blushing a little, and went up to Maud, who put her arm round the girl’s waist in an affectionate way, saying to me: “Haven’t I dressed her nicely? Isn’t she a pretty girl?”
I answered both questions in the affirmative; taking a good look at my old and my new sweetheart as they stood side by side. Frances was a couple of inches the tallest of the two; and though Maud was tastefully dressed, and was pretty, and ladylike; she was not nearly so pretty, nor had she the air of distinction possessed by Frances, who looked what she was: a refined, well-bred young lady.
Maud rang the bell, and the servant brought in a tray with a pretty tea service, which she set out on a little bamboo table near Frances; who looked very charming as she busied herself in the essentially feminine task of making and pouring out the tea.
We had a long chat, and I was glad to see that my two sweethearts were on very friendly terms; there was not the least constraint between them, and they had evidently made confidantes of each other.
After a time I told them to go and dress, as I intended taking them to dine at a restaurant. They were delighted, and ran off at once to get ready, returning in about half-an-hour, charmingly attired. I never can describe a woman’s dress, but I know that both my sweethearts looked very nice; though I think Frances was the more tastefully dressed of the two. We packed ourselves into a hansom, and drove to the Cafe Royal where we had an excellent dinner, and we drank a couple of bottles of champagne.
We were very merry, talking and laughing without cessation during the dinner. Frances was in one of her most lively moods, and her influence made Maud more talkative than usual: for, as a rule, she had not much to say for herself.
She was to be married in four days; and she informed us that her future husband was rather a slow-going fellow, and though she liked him fairly well, she did not love him. Then she said, laughing:
“I do not suppose he has the faintest idea of what men call the ‘pleasures of the rod’; but even if he has, I do not intend to let him birch me.”
Turning to me, and making a little grimace, she added: “I have had quite enough whipping from you, to last me my lifetime. No other man shall ever lay a rod across my bottom.”
We laughed; and Frances said: “Charley is very fond of whipping, I know, and he has made me fond of it too; but I have never had a chance of whipping anyone except one little boy, years ago. I told you all about it, Maud, and also how I liked doing it.”
“Yes,” replied Maud, laughing. “You told me all about it; and you also told me that the boy’s mother complained to Charley, and that he gave you a smart birching. But you did not tell me you liked that”
Frances laughed, saying: “I did not like it at all. I hated it. It was very painful. Charley gave me twelve hard cuts.”
“Yes,” I said, with a smile. “And you most certainly did not like them, judging from the way you kicked and squealed.”
She made a little face at me, and then went on: “Although I do not like being whipped myself, I must say that I should very much like to whip a pretty little boy, or a big, bouncing girl.”
I laughed, and Maud remarked: “It is a funny task. I have never felt the least inclination to whip, or to be whipped.”
We lingered over dessert, with coffee and liqueurs, until it got late, then we drove back to the villa, where we sat in the drawing-room for a short time while I smoked a cigar. Then Maud bade us good night, and as she left the room, said to me, with a little laugh: “Let the girl have some sleep to-night”
Taking Frances by the hand, I led her upstairs to the “nuptial chamber,” which was the largest room in the house. It was very prettily furnished, and well-lit by a soft-shaded lamp; the bed was a fine big one, in which I had many a time poked Maud; and across which I had many a time birched her.
I sat down on a chair and looked at Frances undressing herself, and I felt much more pleasure in watching the pretty creature discard her dainty, feminine garments, than I had ever felt while watching her taking off her male attire. Standing near the bed, she removed her pretty frock; then she unlaced, and took off her blue satin stays; next, sitting on a chair, she pulled off her little shoes, and then, unbuckling her garters, she drew off her tightly-fitting silk stockings; then, standing up again, she untied the strings of her drawers and petticoats, letting the garments fall to the floor; finally, she let her chemise slip from her polished shoulders, over her swelling bubbles and broad hips, down to her feet. Then, stepping clear of the pile of snowy draperies, she stood for a moment or two perfectly naked, smiling at me in a most enticing manner; but she soon hid her ravishing beauties under a pretty lace-trimmed nightdress, and got into bed. My cock was like a bar of iron; I had not had a woman for nearly a month; and I said to myself; “that it would cast her a groaning to take the edge off me. I tore off my clothes as quickly as possible, but I did not put out the light, and in an another moment I was in bed beside the lovely girl, who at once cuddled up close to me. Pulling up her nightdress to her neck, I clasped my arms round her yielding body, feeling it all over from head to foot, and I thought that her delicate skin was softer and smoother; and that her titties were rounder and firmer; and her bottom bigger and plumper; and that altogether she was more delicious in every way than when I last had her naked body in my arms.
She twined her legs round mine, and put her soft hand on my rampant prick, saying in a low tone of delight: “Oh, Charley! Isn’t it delicious to be in each other’s arms again?”
Then she added, squeezing my tool, and speaking with an affectation of fear: “Oh, how big it is to-night: I am quite afraid of it”
I pressed my lips to hers, and thrusting my tongue into her mouth, I kissed her that way; much to her astonishment, as I had never saluted her so before. “How do yon like being kissed in that fashion?” I asked. Her breath had been taken away by the ardour of my kisses; but as soon as she could speak, she said; “I liked it very much. I will kiss yon the same way now.” Then she put her velvety, hot little tongue, as far as it would go, into my mouth.
Half frantic with desire, I laid her on her back, and pulled the bed-clothes down to her feet, while she at once stretched out her legs widely, and slightly arched her loins, so that I might be able to get into her with as little difficulty as possible. Putting my hands under her, I clasped the cheeks of her bottom, and extended myself on her naked bosom; her round, firm titties feeling like small elastic cushions under my breast; then pressing my lips to hers, I thrust my tongue again deeply into her fragrant mouth; at the same time forcing my prick up to the roots in her tight cunt with a few powerful movements of my loins. Then I began to fuck her slowly, but strongly; she put her arms round my neck, clasped her legs round my loins; her soft, warm thighs pressing my sides closely, and bucked up in splendid style: her whole body quivering from the violence of my thrusts. She panted, and groaned, and occasionally uttered a little squeak, as she heaved up her bottom, and bounded under me in voluptuous ecstasy, gasping out in broken accents: “Oh-Charley! — Oh-my-love! My-love!” I poked away vigorously, my strokes gradually increasing in rapidity; while she plunged and bounced so violently, that my prick was nearly jerked out of its place; but, grasping the cheeks of her bottom tightly, I held her in position, and soon was giving her the short digs. “Oh-it-it! it-is-coming! Oh-do-it-quick! — Quicker! Oh-it-it-it!”
The supreme moment arrived. I “spent” profusely; and she gasped, sighed, wriggled, and squirmed in a most lascivious manner; the lips of her cunt tightly clipping my half-stiff prick; and as each hot jet of sperm spurted up her vagina, I could feel the flesh of her bottom quiver and twitch in my hands; and when she had drained me dry, and had stopped sighing and wriggling; she exclaimed in a tone of rapture: “Oh, that was most delicious!”
I withdrew, and lay beside her, and she pressed her naked body against mine, lying quietly for a short time. Then, raising her head, she looked in my face with a smile curving her moist red lips, and a sensuous gleam in her big blue eyes; coolly saying: “Do it again.”
I laughed; but as not more than ten minutes had passed since I had taken my tool out of her cunt, I was not in a condition to go to work again.
“You know very well I can’t do it again so soon. Feel how limp ‘it’ is at this moment,” I said, pinching her bottom.
She put her hand on my member, and felt it, saying with a laugh: “It certainly could not get into me now.”
Then we had a little talking; she all the time keeping her hand on my prick, and as soon as she felt it stiffening, she began to squeeze it, and to draw the foreskin backwards and forwards over the nut, so that in a short time the weapon was again fit for use. “There,” she said, triumphantly, “it is quite ready; and so am L Put it in.”
I turned her on to her side; and lying close behind her with toy belly against the warm cushions of her bottom, I put my prick between her thighs into her wet cunt; then, holding her in my arms, and placing my hands on her swelling bubbles, I poked her in the side position, which was a favourite one with us both. Shortly afterwards we fell asleep; but whenever I woke in the night, I always found Frances lying close to me with her soft legs thrown over mine. Then I would poke her, and go to sleep again. And once or twice, she happened to wake when I was asleep; but she soon woke me by gently pulling my tool; and then we again made “the beast with two backs.” So that altogether we passed nearly the whole night in a succession of delicious amorous combats in various positions; and when morning came, I was pretty well played out, though Frances seemed to be nearly as fresh as ever.
At half-past ten o’clock we got up, had our baths, and dressed; Frances putting on a very pretty morning frock in which she looked most charming; then we went down to breakfast.
Maud received us with a smile, saying: “Well, you two have had a fine, long night of it. I suppose he did not let you have much sleep, Frances?”
She smiled, but made no reply; and I remarked: “Frances would not let me sleep when I wanted to do so; she can’t reproach me for keeping her awake.”
“I am not going to reproach you,” she said, laughing. “I think we were both equally to blame,”
Laughing merrily, the three of us sat down to a very good breakfast, to which Frances, and I, did full justice, for we stood greatly in need of refreshment after our labours.
When the meal was over, Maud went off to meet her lover; and after I had smoked a cigar, I took Frances out for a stroll in Regent’s Park.