If Mr. Bonham fancied when he asked Captain Torrant to pass the night in his hospitable mansion, that this gallant officer would content himself with the solitary wretchedness of what was generally known as the bachelor's room, we believe him to have been very considerably mistaken. Indeed Miss Bonham, by virtue of her position as mistress of the establishment, took the first step with regard to her cousin's comfort in ordering the best bedroom to be prepared for him. This the reader will recollect our noticing as being adjacent to her room.
The kind, thoughtful girl considered that if her dear Alfred were taken ill in the middle of the night, he would be so far away from any assistance she could render him, and, worse still, he might be afflicted with that terrible complaint known in the medical vocabulary as 'prickstand', in which case he would be inconveniently far from her bed and a great deal too near Lucy's.
The result of this prudent arrangement was that the young dragoon did not occupy the luxurious bed allotted to him at all, but partially undressed, devoted half-an-hour to a fascinating book of a decidedly lascivious character. When that space of time elapsed, he made pretty certain of two matters; first, that his respected uncle was in bed and sleeping the first sleep of the just, and secondly, that notwithstanding his delightful encounters with his lovely cousin, in the course of the day, he was perfectly able to do her as much justice as she could possibly desire in the fucking department. Under this impression, he noiselessly glided from his room to Eliza's, the door of which, he quietly opened.
'Is that you, dear Alfred?' asked the young lady, neither surprised nor frightened; indeed the probability was that she had been expecting him, for she was wide awake and a dim lamp was burning in her room.
'Bolt the door gently,' she continued, 'and come to bed. You know after what Papa said this evening, I consider you as good as my husband now. But my goodness, Alfred, you have not got your sheath on, and how awfully stiff you are!'
To this the young gentleman made reply to the effect that he supposed the painful stiffness would be cured in a couple of minutes, and that with regard to the condom, as he expected his darling Eliza would become his wife in less than a month, that useful precaution was no longer necessary. The young lady assented, as indeed she would have assented to anything her lover proposed, and as he entered her luxurious couch, folded him in something more luxurious still, throwing her soft white arms around him, and placing one of her beautiful legs over him as he lay. We shall not detain our reader long in the lady's bedroom, as the lovers, being calmer than usual after the day's enjoyments, were disposed to be rational, somewhat in the manner of married couples after the honeymoon; so that the proceedings comprised a judicious amount of straightforward fucking, variegated by alternations of refreshing slumber, enjoyed in each other's arms. But this quiet domestic sort of rogering, as it may be termed, is singularly effective in its results, though not as full of incident and excitement as more impromptu and passionate licentiousness-at any rate, one thing is pretty certain: that when Captain Torrant crept quietly back to his room about five o'clock in the morning, he had planted something in his cousin's garden, which bore fruit nine months afterwards in the shape of a fine boy.
After breakfast, the young gentleman mounted his tandem-cart, attended by his faithful Robert. On the sly he had taken the most loving farewell of Eliza, and without that secrecy, a most affectionate one of his uncle, who promised everything that was good natured, both with regard to his promotion in the service and his marriage to Eliza.
All this was very agreeable to Alfred, although he certainly considered that his uncle's ready regard for his interest was partially attributed to his desire to get his daughter married and out of his house, before introducing a new Mrs. Bonham as mistress thereof. But whatever the cause, the experienced commander sensibly reflected that it was his duty to take advantage of his uncle's liberality while he could. Serenely turning these matters over in his mind, he arrived at the barracks, where he was welcomed by his brother officers, with whom he was a decided favourite, each in his own peculiar way. The Colonel, in a polite, man-of-the-world style, hoped that he had had a pleasant visit, and wanted to know when he might be presented to Mrs.
Alfred Torrant. The Colonel did not like his officers to marry except with wealthy and handsome women; money of course was an advantage in the regiment, whoever it belonged to, and the Colonel liked pretty women-maids, wives and widows; so as Alfred bade fair to acquire both advantages united, the Colonel wished all success to his suit. Major Pobjoy remarked that it was not always that a young man had a prospect of so many worldly advantages, together with the blessing of a regenerate father-in-law. To which Alfred-who did not care much about the Major, as he was leaving the corps, — replied that he did not know what a 'regenerate' meant, but if it meant religious, his venerated relative was a devilish good fellow, but rather too strong on that point.
'He read us an epistle, or a chapter, or something last night, Colonel. He did, I assure you,' said Alfred, addressing his superior officer. 'The first epistle of Saint Jeroboam to the Rechabites, or some such people, and it was all I could do to live through it, thought I should have yawned my head off-upon my word I did.'
Thus saying, the Captain toddled off to his quarters, out of hearing of the irreverent comments of divers of his younger comrades, some of whom opined that if Torrant was not married to Miss Bonham, the sooner he was the better, while one of the lot, Julius Larkyns, gave it as his opinion that Alfred looked as if he were married already.
A shrewd remark-founded upon Alfred's subdued appearance-for which our readers who have borne that young gentleman company during the past twenty-four hours, will feel disposed to give Captain Larkyns credit. This gentleman with one or two others of the same kidney, were speedily summoned to a conference by Alfred, he being suddenly smitten with an idea that a messenger might be very shortly expected at the barracks enquiring for Major Ringtail, in order to serve him either a summons before a magistrate, or to deliver him a lawyer's letter, threatening an action of damages for defamation of character.
And as Captain Torrant had nothing to do until he received Rosa's address from Eliza, it struck him that it would be a pleasant and profitable method of spending his leisure time, if he and his companions in arms were to get somebody to impersonate the Major, and thereby get some fun out of the victimized Stiggins, and the unfortunate Miss Larcher. Words are faint to describe the delights expressed by the young officers of HM's 51st Dragoons on hearing such an agreeable game proposed to them; and their respect for their friend's henchman, Robert, as a mischief-maker, liar and blackguard generally, amounted to something very like reverence. But it would never do to let him personate the Major, for he might be brought into contact with Mrs. Fielding and be recognized, but as one of the lieutenants piously remarked: 'Thank God there are plenty more scamps in the corps, and we shall find one clever enough to impersonate the Major or anyone else for that matter.'
The first thing to do was to warn the sentry on duty not to refuse anyone admittance who came asking for Major Ringtail, the second thing to do was to dress up Julius Larkyns' man in a shooting coat belonging to that gentleman, and arranging that he should occupy his master's quarters, as soon as Stiggins or any of his missionaries made their appearance.
This was not very long in happening, for Larkyns, who was smoking a cigar, with his head out of the window, suddenly exclaimed: 'Here he is! That must be him, I'll go and direct him up here. You stay here you fellows!' addressing Torrant and three or four more, 'you are only keeping the Major company in weed, you know!'
So saying off he went, and his friends followed the idea, saw him accosting a fat, bloated, pale-faced unwholesome looking man, who seemed staring about half-bewildered in the barracks yard. Under the kind pilotage of Captain Larkyns the doubt was soon solved, and the hapless Stiggins entered the room of the so-called Major Ringtail. On entering, Captain Larkyns gravely addressed his man Tom with: 'Sorry to intrude upon you Major, but this party was looking for you, and I thought it was well to bring him up to your quarters.'
'Quite right, my boy, as long as he isn't a dun,' readily replied the soidisant Major.
'I am no dun, sir,' answered Stiggins, intending to be majestic, but rather taken aback upon seeing what a knot of daredevil looking youngsters he had intruded among. 'I am a minister of the word, sir, an 'umble apostle of the truth sir, and my name is Stiggins!'
'Oh, indeed!' was the cool reply, 'sit down, Mr. Stiggins, glad to see youyou're the man that buggered the pig, ain't you? Interesting zoological pursuit, I should imagine! Julius, mix a little refreshment for Mr.
Stiggins, he must be thirsty after his walk.'
The pious man half rose from his seat and essayed to speak, but he could not. He stuttered and gasped, and his eyes rolled in his head, while his pasty looking face became purple. While he was thus endeavouring to give vent to his indignation, Captain Larkyns adopted the hint of his quick-witted man, made him some 'refreshing' drink. He got hold of a rum bottle and half filled a tumbler, then he was going to administer a trifling modicum of water, but Torrant took the jug away and gave him in its place a bottle of gin. A portion of this added to the rum made a cool wholesome mixture; the flavour being slightly modified by a lump of ice, three or four bits of sugar, a piece of lemon and some nutmeg. To this fearful compound, Larkyns gave the impromptu title of 'The Prince's Mixture'.
Gravely addressing the almost convulsed preacher, the young officer said: 'You seem rather unwell, reverend sir, wearied in body and somewhat troubled in spirit, perchance? Pray allow me to adopt our worthy Major's suggestion, and offer you a slight refreshment. It was considered a valuable stomachic by that model of all the monarchsthe late George the Fourth-named Prince's Mixture, in his honour when Regent.'
'Under those circumstances, young man,' replied Stiggins, majestically, 'I shall lay aside the conscientious scruples which I entertain against drinking anything but the water of the brook; but being in duty bound to reverence the powers that be, I feel myself called upon to follow the example of the august monarch you have named.'
Hereupon, reducing his features to something like a human expression, he took a pretty fair pull of the dangerous compound; remarking, as he placed the half emptied tumbler on the table, that it was somewhat potent.
'Not at all,' replied Larkyns, 'it is only your Reverence's water drinking habits that make you fancy everything else strong in taste.'
'Truly it may be so, but my business here is with Major Ringtail,' replied Stiggins, turning to address that individual. 'There is a terrible story spread abroad sir, to the effect of my having been seen in an unseemly position with a swine, and that you have been heard to accuse me of that indiscretion without any consequences resulting on my part, and I have come here not only to put a stop to such abominable reports, but also to demand satisfaction in some shape or other. Indeed, I consider it due to myself as a preacher of the word, to have amends made to me in a pecuniary sense, for the damage my character has sustained.'
To this exordium the so-called Major made no reply, but Larkyns quietly slipped a wine glass full of Scotch whisky into his reverence's tumbler, while Torrant coolly said:
'I presume Major, that your friend here is the party who was accused of fucking the old sow, in Fanner Godson's pig-stye?'
'Nothing of the sort sir! It's an infamous falsehood!' shrieked Stiggins, rising from his chair and stamping in high wrath.
'Take it easy, my friend, take it easy,' continued Alfred, 'anybody may be mistaken.'
'Oh certainly!' interrupted the mollified pastor, taking a big drink.
'And if you preferred buggering a pig to fucking a sow, I don't see that it is anybody's business!'
Here there was another outbreak on the part of Stiggins, drowned however by the roars of laughter following Alfred's peace-making amendment. All that could be distinguished was a heap of broken sentences, such as: 'Go to magistrates-bring action-defamation c'racter-spectable lady member cong-g-ration, Miss Larcher, thousand pounds damages!'
'Silence, gentlemen, if you please, a lady's name is mentioned! Let us be cool and hear all about it!'
This was from Captain Torrant.
'And take your drink, Mr. Stiggins,' said Julius, 'have another lump of ice in it?'
'Not because you tell me, young man,' replied the holy man in an offensive tone, 'but because I am a free agent and shall do as I like.'
So saying, to the unconcealed delight of the young scapegraces, he took a little more rum and another lump of ice. Then being anxiously pressed by the Major to know if he had any fresh accusation to make regarding Miss Larcher, he began such a rigmarole about the Major having fucked that much injured lady, and not having done so, and only spreading a lying report to that effect, and that he had never been kicked out of the barracks-not he indeed! — he would like to see the pig that would fuck him out of barracks; and he would bring an action against Miss Larcher, that he would.
'I presume the long and short of the story, Mr. Stiggins, is that you fucked Miss Larcher,' said Captain Larkyns, continuing with an appearance of great interest. 'Well, I never did roger a girl in chapel myself, during divine service, but I have no doubt there is a certain piquancy in it. Did she make a pretty good fuck, Stiggins? Had she a fat arse?'
There is no telling what answer that sainted man might have made in return, for drink and indignation had made him half mad. But the question was immediately started whether it was not the pig who committed himself with Miss Larcher in the chapel, and one of the young sinners bawled out one thing and one another, till the whole question of the pig, Miss Larcher, the chapel, Major Ringtail and the barracks was involved in chaos. One thing was plain enough, Stiggins was drunk.
Then arose the question: what was to be done with him? Finally, it was resolved to adopt Captain Larkyns' views. He suggested that their respected victim would be in a state of total unconsciousness, and that a strong solution of gum, if glue or tar could not be had, should be applied to the sainted countenance, and that some feathers, taken from the pillow of Cornet Periwinkle, as the officer who had joined last was known, should be distributed, so as to give the holy man the appearance, as nearly as possible of an owl. That being the bird of wisdom, was hailed as combining amusement with compliment, if the Reverend Stiggins could only be brought to view it in the same light.
Then the apostle should be placed on a wheelbarrow, with his saintly mug enveloped in a sack, lest peradventure, the eyes of carnal men being cast upon him, scandal might be the result; or what the young dragoons were much more afraid of, the order of the procession might be interrupted in some way.
Major Ringtail, divested of his master's shooting jacket, was ordered forthwith to go and find a wheelbarrow, and a country lout game enough to wheel a load to the Temperance Hotel in Rutshole. Yes, dear reader, that was where the Reverend Stiggins was going, to the muchmaligned Miss Larcher's Temperance Coffee-House; he, her much revered visitor and pastor, being in three predicaments-in drink, in a wheelbarrow, and in the semblance of an owl!
During Tom's absence, his master and his master's companions betook themselves to adorn Stiggins, with as much earnestness and businesslike gravity as if they were doing the most praiseworthy act in the world. One of them concocted a note purporting to be from his Reverence to Miss Larcher, containing expressions of attachment and an offer of marriage. This, neatly folded and addressed, was placed between his right thumb and forefinger, these articles being lashed tight together, greatly to his Reverence's comfort no doubt.
Towards dusk, according to orders a wheelbarrow and a grinning country lad were in attendance outside the barracks gates; the youngster being promised half-a-sovereign if he performed his errand satisfactorily, and one shilling and a licking if he mismanaged matters, readily undertook to convey the apostle to the private door of Miss Larcher's hostelry, there empty him out, and ring the bell as if the place was on fire.
Moreover three or four of the gentlemen present undertook to walk in the same direction, in small but separate parties, so as to watch the result; and also to give aid to the countryman, in case of his conveyance or its interesting freight being interfered with by impertinently curious people, or any such disagreeable interlopers.
Then Stiggins was borne forth and deposited in his chariot: the conductor thereof upon being questioned as to whether the load of sanctity would not be rather too much for him, replied in the negative, asserting that he had harrowed many a heap of 'mook' as doubtless he had, and in the same barrow too-very lately.
'So,' as Mrs. Herman's says, 'the stately march went on.'
Torrant and Larkyns were about twenty yards ahead on the side path; then, in the middle of the road came the body of their victim, watched by Tom, walking carelessly along the path abreast the barrow; then two more officers.
Robert begged his master to let him take part in the procession, but it was considered dangerous.
When Rutshole was reached, these precautions showed the wisdom of the prudent young men who had adopted them. For the vedettes, if we may use the expression, encountered a policeman, who was staring with some curiosity at the conveyance moving slowly along the High Street. He was immediately collared by Larkyns and Torrant, humbugged by an impromptu story of a lost pocketbook by Larkyns, and escorted to the Red Lion to talk about the matter, over a glass of brandy and water. So the coast was clear, and the two gentlemen of the rear guard arriving immediately reported that the barrow was in the act of depositing its precious freight.
Immediately there was a rush made for the door, when the conductor was seen bowling his empty machine down the street on his homeward journey at a devil of a rate.
Simultaneously there arose from the opposite side of the street a shrill scream. The policeman and the officers immediately hurried across to render what assistance they could, most probably-and also perhaps to see the fun.
There they found Miss Larcher, her waiter and two housemaids in agonies of screaming at a prostrate figure, the upper half of which was enveloped in a sack, which the animal inside whatever it might be, was endeavouring to get rid of-but in vain. We are bound to say that the two young officers upon arriving at the scene of action, did not devote their first attention to the writhing tenant of the sack. They knew all about that kind of thing-but Julius nudged Torrent, saying: 'I say, Al, is that Miss Larcher? I thought she was an elderly piece of goods.'
'Well,' said his friend, critically, 'so she is, certainly, one of the hasbeens!
I should say: forty or nearly so, but still I agree with you, she is a fine well-made sort of an old girl, well kept too, I shouldn't wonder.
Devilish good fetlocks, she has got!'
This interesting comment referred, as the reader will perceive, to the general appearance of Miss Larcher, who was by no means the starched old maid that Miss Bonham, in her conversation with her cousin implied her to be. She had decided remains of former good looks, and, as Alfred's acute eye had remarked, very neat ankles, judiciously clothed in neat kid slippers and black silk stockings.
'Toss you lip for her, Alfred!' suggested Captain Larkyns, in as commonplace a sort of way as if it was a bottle of wine that was in question.
'Oh, no, my dear fellow,' replied his friend, 'you are quite welcome to try your luck.'
'Then don't you interfere,' said Julius.
'On the contrary, my dear fellow, I shall be happy to assist your virtuous endeavours in any way that I possibly can. Shall I curry favour with the lady by ordering a couple of gallons of coffee, and a bushel of buttered muffins? That's the sort of thing to do her I suppose?'
'Ha, ha,' laughed Julius, 'in half-an-hour's time, if I have any luck, you may have either a buttered muffin or bun if you like!'
While this confidential interlude was going on, the policeman, assisted by the waiter, had been dragging at the sack. This was removed at last with some difficulty to the operators, and more pain to the patient, as some of his glued-on plumage came off in the operation. Still there remained enough to make him look 'a thing of beauty,' which one of our poets remarked, 'is a joy forever.'
We presume that it was from some deficiency of poetical temperament that none of the spectators, always excepting our military friends, could see the adornment of the Stiggins mug in this light. At any rate, Miss Larcher screamed, and her maids yelled. The little waiter stood in speechless awe, and the policeman remarked in a musing tone: 'Well, I've seen a good many rummy stares but this beats all I ever did see. Suppose 'e must a been an' got drunk, an' slept in a 'en roost.'
'Drunk, the disgusting brute is certainly,' interposed Captain Larkyns, who was a three-bottle man.
'But he must not lie here, disgracing a respectable lady's house,' said Alfred, backing up his friend.
'Then I shall get a stretcher,' said Bobby, 'and have him taken to the station.'
'No, don't do that,' said the considerate Julius, 'or else Miss Larcher will have to appear-as a witness before the magistrate-most disagreeable position for a young lady to be placed in.'
'You are always right, Larkyns,' replied his faithful friend. 'I say, Officer, never mind saying anything at the station. Take the degraded beast across the street to the Red Lion and tell the boots from me to find some sort of a bed somewhere. I'll pay for it. He can be turned out when he's sober, you know, and there'll be no trouble to you, and no nuisance to Miss Larcher.'
That lady simpered and smiled, and expressed her sense of the polite consideration of the two gentlemen, and finally asked them to step in and refresh themselves. This being exactly what Julius wanted, the two friends were preparing to enter, when all of a sudden Captain Torrant pretended to discover that the object of their united disgust had a folded paper in his hand. This he extricated from between his finger and thumb, not dreaming however of severing the ligature that bound them together. And then gravely addressing Miss Larcher he remarked: 'By an extraordinary coincidence, this note seems to be addressed to you.'
'To me!' exclaimed the lady in great surprise, tearing it open, and in the first instance looking at the signature: 'Seth Stiggins! Why it can never be! Yes, but it is though-oh my, what a state for a babe of grace, a minister of the word!' Then, looking into the contents, she continued: 'Oh, the nasty, filthy wretch, take him awayout of my sight-such an insult! Into the nearest horse-pond with him,' and so on, in a high state of wrathful excitement.
Here the policeman returned with a couple of men and a stretcher; and Captain Torrant paid them all three for their trouble, while reiterating his commands to have the culprit conveyed to the Red Lion.
In the meantime, Julius was accompanying Miss Larcher to the house, begging her most earnestly and affectionately not to agitate herself.
'Indeed sir, you are very kind and polite,' replied the lady, 'but to think of that wretch, whom I have so long considered one of the elect, coming to my house in a filthy state of intoxication, and with a face like a badly stuffed owl, and to deliver me such a note-oh, I shall die of shame and horror!!'
'Not at all, my dear Miss Larcher,' replied Julius tenderly, 'we cannot afford to lose you on account of any such a wretch as that. Pray what is in his vile scrawl that should agitate you so deeply?'
'Indeed sir, I am almost ashamed to show it to you, but here it is. It would have been bad enough if he had written it while tipsy, but he had been sober enough when he wrote it, and that makes it more insulting, I know his handwriting.'
Here Julius could hardly keep his countenance, for the note had been written, partly under his direction, by Cornet Periwinkle. It stated in effect, that as she, Miss Larcher, was tolerably well provided in the world's goods and he Stiggins was not, he would have no objections to save her character by marrying her. That his friend, Major Ringtail, had told him that she made a most delicious fuck; as indeed he himself partly guessed from seeing the way in which she tossed up her pretty white legs and doubled them over that gallant officer's back, when he was rogering her in the pew last Sunday; but as he, Stiggins, considered that locality too much exposed, he suggested the vestry, after divine service, or indeed the sofa in her own private apartment, as a more suitable spot for the consummation of their mutual affection.
Concluding with a philosophical remark that she needn't be shy, for he had ascertained that the dimensions of the Major's cock were so huge that she needn't be afraid of one of a milder description.
Upon reading this precious production, Julius rose with a grave face, went to the door and locked it, glad of the opportunity of turning his back upon the lady, to conceal a triumphant grin that would come upon his features. When he returned, his face had resumed its gravity as he remarked: 'My name, dear Miss, is Larkyns, a Captain in the same regiment as this Major Ringtail, and I assure you I shall call him to account for his abominable slander.'
'And then he'll shoot you, Captain Larkyns,' exclaimed the lady, clasping her hands together in an agonized way, for the young gentleman's handsome face and figure had begun to produce a great effect upon her.
'Perhaps he may, dear Miss Larcher, but in the cause of injured beauty and innocence, I can dare anything, and if I fail you can drop a tear to my memory.'
On this artful speech, Miss Larcher (who had not been made love to for some years) turned on the Captain a look so full of love and gratitude, that the young gentleman who was by no means troubled with bashfulness, passed his arms around the lady's waist and pressed his lips to hers, murmuring as he did so: 'Make me your champion, my darling, and I will dispel this vile slander or perish in the attempt.'
To this magnificent speech, Miss Larcher could only mutter something about bloodshed, and never seeing him again. Then Julius, as if a bright idea had struck him said: 'Perhaps this villain of a Major will retract and confess it is all a lie. It is a lie, I suppose, my darling girl, is it not?'
'Oh, Captain Larkyns!' she exclaimed, in a tone of reproof.
'Nay,' said he, hastily, 'I believe it is a lie, but to make other people believe; that's the thing. There is one proof of the incorrectness of the story-that the wretched Stiggins talked about your white stockinged legs over the side of the pew. Now that part of the story is evidently false as I perceive you wear black silk.'
'Certainly,' said she very readily, 'of course, I always do,' and at the time displaying more of her legs in corroborating her statement than in prudence she ought to have done.
'Oh what exquisite legs!' said the artful dragoon, kneeling down and commencing to kiss them.
'Do you think so, Captain,' replied the lady smiling and blushing.
To this there was no verbal response, but there was more extensive kissing, in both senses of the word, higher up (he had got to her thighs by this time) and stronger in quality. And then Julius, as quietly and slyly as the operation would permit, insinuated his hand between the lady's thighs, and his finger inside her cunt.
'Oh, Captain Larkyns,' she sighed, 'I am learning to love you. Do not destroy my self-respect.'
'My sweet friend/ Julius astutely replied to this, 'I am your champion for life and death; permit me to assure myself that when I give the slanderer the lie to his teeth, I shall be speaking truly and conscientiously.'
To this the lady made no reply, but a heavy sigh. Perhaps she was soft enough to believe the seductive Larkyns; perhaps she had a longing for something, she knew not what. At any rate she was fairly in for it by this time, and made no resistance when Julius laid her back on the sofa, with one of her legs over the back of it, and the other supported by a neighbouring chair.
'This is the sofa, I suppose, on which that brute Stiggins proposed to violate you, my darling, but from henceforth it shall be kept sacred as the altar on which you sacrificed your sweet person to your devoted lover Julius!'
'Ah, Julius,' said Miss Larcher, as the dragoon was raising her clothes and opening her thighs, 'be gentle with me, indeed, I am inviolated and free from the lust of man, do not hurt me.'
'I respect you as much as I love you,' replied the lying scamp, taking out his long stiff prick, and saying to himself as he did so, 'what a jolly tight fuck the old girl will make! Here goes for her maidenhead the very first shove!'
And indeed it was so, or very nearly. Before making the shove, he took care to have himself very well established, and then when he did make it, there was a scream, not that Julius cared, for he knew that his faithful friend, Alfred, would keep intruders out of the room. He persevered in his vigorous shoves, until Miss Larcher, reassured by his passionate words and burning kisses, forgot the smart of the pain, and tasted something very like pleasure-and when Julius injected his spunk into her, and sank into her arms, she experienced a feeling of satisfaction from the sentiment that he belonged to her now and would come and ride her again. She was right there, and not far wrong in believing Julius-she would believe anything he said-when he assured her that he would have Major Ringtail turned out of the regiment next day. She little thought how easy it was to turn a man out of the regiment who was never in it.
Leaving Captain Larkyns to congratulate himself upon knowing where to go for some fresh cunt, when the spirit moved him, and Miss Larcher to take what pride she could in the idea that if she were not a married woman, she was at any rate no longer an old maid, we will follow Rosa to her finishing school at Mrs. Moreen's.
Here, as may be expected, a parlour boarder like Rosa, met with a good deal of consideration. A few showy accomplishments, and a fashionable deportment, were all that she was required to learn, and naturally lady-like and clever, their acquisition did not cost her much trouble. But she was destined to learn some other accomplishments at Mrs. Moreen's establishment, such as that worthy lady probably knew nothing about, and which she certainly never charged for in her halfyearly bills. For instance, it is usual among young ladies of Rosa's age when thrown a good deal into each other's society to form close alliances, bonds of everlasting affection and so on. Then ensue confidential communications about lovers, cousins and brothers, revelations as to secret longings, and the liberties which the dear little creatures have permitted to that naughty boy, Harry, or that darling Frederick, and so on. And in the young ladies' bedrooms the descriptions were sometimes illustrated, particularly as when in Rosa's case her bedfellow was her most intimate friend and confidante, Miss Harriet Lovit. This young lady, who was a few months younger than Rosa, was a thorough adept in all sorts of licentious practices. On the very first night of their sleeping together, she clasped Rosa in her arms and tried by getting between her thighs to excite her lust, and produce something that a young gentleman in the same position would not have failed to produce. But though Rosa had no objection to the proceeding, and stretched her thighs as wide as she could, and kissed her newly-found friend affectionately in acknowledgement of her well-meant efforts, the only effect produced by their two tender young cunts rubbing together, was to make the pretty pair long for something else, something which was not at hand.
'What are you two girls doing there?' asked Charlotte Arden, one of the occupants of the other bed, in a sleepy voice.
'I am trying to fuck dear Rosa,' said Harriet plaintively, 'and I can't manage it so as to make her spunk.'
'Of course you can't,' was Charlotte's prompt reply, 'it is only one woman in fifty who has her clitoris prominent enough to produce the desired effect upon another woman's cunt, and for a girl like you the thing is a sheer impossibility. Shove one of your fingers into her and frig her well. She is very ungrateful indeed if she does not perform the same kind offices afterwards, for you.'
That Harriet immediately acted upon this sensible advice, may be inferred from the fact of Rosa beginning very shortly afterwards to sigh, to spread her thighs open right across the bed, and finally to clasp and kiss her bed fellow in a transport of delight, murmuring broken sentences expressive of gratitude, and finally covering her two fingers and her knuckles with warm spunk.
'Have you done her business, Harriet? And has she a maidenhead?' asked the young lady from the other bed.
'That I have nicely,' was the reply, 'and she has a maidenhead, really and truly.'
'Oh, upon my honour,' exclaimed Charlotte, 'that state of things will never do. I'll take it for her with a candle; we can't have any maidenheads among girls of our age, in this establishment,' continued she laughing.
'You shan't do anything to her tonight, Charlotte, I can tell you that!' said Harriet, 'she is very well frigged and does not want anymore at present. Besides you goose, if Miss Downey' (the second governess) 'were to find, on her inspection of the rooms tomorrow morning, our candle, stained with blood, there would be a pretty to do.'
'Miss Downey is not a bit better than any of the rest of us,' replied the other young lady. 'When she was in the garden privy the other day, I peeped through the keyhole and saw her ramming a huge carrot into herself until I thought she was going to have a fit, and I know that Signor Loretti, the Italian Master kissed her and felt her, on the stairs a day or two ago.'
'That is all very well, and likely enough,' responded the prudent Harriet, 'but it would not prevent her from reporting us to Mrs. Moreen, if she found any suspicious signs and tokens. Besides how do you know whether Rosa would like to have her sweet little virgin treasure violated by you and your candle? I should think that she would very much prefer me to take it.'
'Oh, yes, dear Miss Harriet,' exclaimed Rosa affectionately, 'I don't think you would do anything to hurt me, and if you were a young man, I would allow you to shove your cock into me as much as you pleased.'
'What is the child talking about?' interrupted Charlotte. 'What does she know about cocks?'
'I have seen my guardian's-Mr. Bonham-' replied Rosa, simply, as if it were the most commonplace affair in the world, and her guardian had only been doing his duty in displaying his jolly tool, and attempting to roger her in the carriage.
'Good gracious, your guardian's prick? How was that? How did it happen? Tell us all about it.'
Such was the chorus of exclamations that broke forth, and Rosa promising that it was a great secret, delighted her room companions by relating the trifling circumstances that took place during her journey to London in her respected guardian's carriage.
Then came a running fire of cross examination, something as follows: 'Wasn't it delicious when he put his tongue in and licked your cunt?
Was his prick a large one? Did you take hold of it? Did he hurt you when he shoved it into you? How much did he spend in you? Wouldn't you like it again?' and so on; all of which Rosa Fielding answered to the best of her ability, and apparently to the satisfaction of her friends, who showed their sympathy with the proceedings by a certain degree of restlessness in bed and sundry long drawn sighs and' Ahs' just as if they were tasting or fancied they were tasting something very nice.
Indeed Miss Lovit gave a practical proof of the excitement the short story had raised in her bottom, (and private parts) by altering her position in the bed, and placing her lovely bottom over Rosa's face, so that her cunt rested on the sweet girl's mouth, and her face, by this manoeuvre, of course brought upon Rosa's lately moistened orifice.
As she did this she begged Rosa in a most coaxing tone to thrust her tongue into her feverish cunt, and to lick it, and roll it about therein, just as Mr. Bonham had done to her. The good-natured girl at once complied, and really, for a novice, managed this difficult office to perfection, as the lascivious Harriet, already excited by frigging her new friend, was brought to the verge of spunking by Rosa's simple narrative, and the latter had not licked and sucked the gaping orifice for more than a minute and a half, before Miss Lovit began to interrupt the grateful licking she was administering to Rosa's quim, by various licentious and pleasurable exclamations, such as: 'Oh, you sweet girl-you darling! That's right! Suck my clitoris! I wish your tongue was twice as big! Oh that's it! Go on,' etc. etc., concluding by a long drawn sigh, as she covered our heroine's face and half filled her mouth, with a delicious ejection of warm spunk. Of course with such capabilities and loving inclinations to accommodate themselves to each other's wishes, the two young ladies fast became friends.
Rosa had very little more to tell, but her more experienced friend found great pleasure in dispelling her ignorance and charmed Rosa, particularly by describing with great gusto, her first experience in the fucking line, and the loss of her maidenhead.
'We had a large Christmas party, last year, my dear Rosa, and my mother requested my brothers, who were then at home, to bring as guests, two or three handsome young eligible men of their acquaintance. This they had very little difficulty in doing, as one of them being at college, and the other in the army, they knew plenty of handsome young men, capital partners in a waltz.
'Or,' added Harriet, consciously, 'in any other amusement. I really believe, vanity apart, I was looking very well and my brother John who is intended to be a clergyman, and who is the naughtiest fellow I ever saw or heard of, seemed to take some pride in introducing his particular friend, Mr. Melville, to me. He also, it appears, was destined for the church, and conducted himself accordingly. I suppose there is something in the prospect of wearing black, and preserving an outward appearance of respectability, that induces young gentlemen similarly circumstanced, to conduct themselves like young bulls, or lively rams; at any rate they generally do so. On the present occasion, my brother John, introducing his friend to me, said in a whisper, which he hardly cared to make inaudible: 'Stunning girl, I can tell you, Harry, she has the finest and longest legs of any girl of her age you ever saw!'
'For shame, John, hold your tongue,' I exclaimed, blushing scarlet.
'All right!' said he, laughing, as he went away, leaving me with Mr.
Melville.
'Now I must acknowledge that I had permitted Master John to take sundry improper liberties with me. I considered at first it was very wrong in any young man, unless he were an engaged lover, to take up a lady's petticoats and feel her cunt and bottom, but John assured me that it was quite a family matter, and further demanded, if a brother could not take liberties with his own sister, who was he to take liberties with? This line of argument might not have been altogether approved of by my Mother and Papa, but we carefully concealed our little interviews from other eyes than our own. He it was who initiated me into the mystery of frigging. He really gave me a great deal of pleasure and I used to do my best to show my gratitude by chafing his white cock until the spunk used to fly off in a jet nearly a yard from him. And he used to do even worse than this.'
'Why surely,' interrupted Rosa, 'you never allowed him to get into you?
That would be very wrong I know.'
'Not in the way you mean, my dear,' replied her friend, 'though, really, if he had attempted it on some occasion when he had excited me with his finger I do not know how I should have been able to resist him. But however, he had too much prudence, whether I had or not, and confined his devotions to my small orifice.'
'Do you mean your bottom-hole?' asked the wondering Rosa, 'I should have thought it was too small altogether!'
'So I should have thought at first,' was her friend's reply, 'but it really is not so. A little ointment, or hair oil, and gentle shoving for the first minute, and then it becomes a very nice operation, delightful to the gentleman and not at all objectionable to the lady. There is nothing so bad but what some good comes of it; and these proceedings of my favourite brother, though I must consider them improper, had the good result of making me very particular in my person and dress, especially in regard to my underclothing.
'John used to say that he used to detest a girl who wore her hair bedecked in the height of fashion, and wore necklaces and jewels, and had a dirty cunt and bottom. Next to this, one abomination, he declared, was a twenty-guinea silk dress, concealing a dirty chemise and drawers and slovenly gartered stockings. It's a pity that girls more generally speaking, are not aware of the very strong opinion held upon this subject by the opposite sex; at any rate on this occasion I had reason to congratulate myself upon being particular. How many waltzes Harry Melville danced with me I cannot remember, but I have good reason to remember breaking my sandal towards the latter part of the evening. This dreadful accident had to be paid immediate attention to, and we withdrew from the dancing room to the stairs for this purpose, but, Heaven help us, whether any other ladies had been breaking sandals, or loosening their garters, I could not tell, but the first flight of stairs was thickly populated. Harry proposed that we should adjourn to the second flight, but I hardly liked this, as it seemed rather too brazen an operation. As I hesitated, John came up and addressing Melville suggested the propriety, with some cheerful slang, of an adjournment for bitter beer purposes. But my gallant partner would not have it so, for the present, at all events, and put the fracture that had taken place in such a terrible point to view, that John, who knew that a couple of minutes' attention from one of the servant girls would set all to rights, pretended to take the calamity in the light that his friend did, and suggested his study and smoking room-chiefly the latter-as a harbour of refuge. As he said this he chuckled to himself, but did not offer to accompany us, as we both, knowing the way perfectly well, proceeded to the sanctum in question. Here I seated myself in John's lounging chair, while Harry turned up the gas and bolted the door. These proceedings I pretended not to notice, as demurely stretching out my silk-clad foot, I awaited Master Melville's proceedings. These were at first simple enough, he drew off my satin slipper, took out his penknife and deliberately cut away the broken parts of my sandal. These he coolly pocketed, remarking that he would retain them-as a keepsake. But his next proceedings were not so cool, before putting on my shoe, he covered my foot with kisses, from my feet he proceeded to the calves of my legs, and even higher, and as he had taken care to locate himself between my legs, he was favourably situated for making further researches.
'Even with your very slight experience, my dear Rosa, you can imagine the exciting nature of my situation. I knew that my handsome admirer was doing what is commonly called wrong, and that I was to say the least of it, guilty of indiscretion, but still when he began kissing my legs and shoving his hand under my petticoats; with his fingers gently separating the tender lips of my cunt, I could not help stretching my thighs open, no, not for the life of me. The consequences may be easily imagined. He altered his situation a little, taking up my clothes with him as he arose and dropping his trousers to his heels, he imprinted hot, lustful kisses on my lips. Then standing a little way off me, he raised his shirt and taking one of my hands, laid it upon his Lordly priapus. I eagerly clasped the great, stiff, throbbing machine and felt so eager for its insertion, that I had neither fear of the operation nor dread of the possible consequences. You see, Rosa dear, that I have a sensibly sized mouth, not a little bit of a rosebud as you and some of the other girls have, and it is almost always the case that when a girl has a usefulsized mouth, that her cunt corresponds to it in dimensions. Besides I have had the advantage of many a luscious fingering and licking from Master John; so that when Harry guided the end of his mossy tool in between my mossy portals, I felt no pain until the hot plum-shaped knob came against my virgin barrier and then I exclaimed, "Oh, my dear Mr. Melville, you are hurting me!" But instead of drawing back, he pushed into me with renewed energy, laying his hot lips to mine and murmuring. "Will you not try and bear one minute's pain for my sake? My darling girl, do not drive me out of Paradise!".
'This was said so lovingly and enthusiastically, that I did my best to reciprocate his ardour; so, raising his shirt, I clasped my silk-clad legs, which John had recommended, over his naked back, and shoving forward his rump, did my best to meet his thrusts half way. Between our joint efforts, my maidenhead, as you may guess, vanished like a cobweb, Harry ejecting his semen well up me, almost at the very moment of his successful penetration. Very fortunately for me, the pain of the operation checked my inclination to spend at the same time, or the consequences might have been serious. Nothing less than a swelled belly, I am convinced, would have been the result!! 'You have never been properly fucked, yet, my dear Rosa, but let me give you a little bit of advice.
However good and kind your guardian may be to you, you will never have the same intense pleasure in yielding to him your virginity as if he were a handsome young lover. I cannot convey to you an idea of the kisses, the embraces, the vows of eternal affection, which were lavished on me by the enamoured young man, as, still retaining his position, but without exerting himself, he lay with his cock still soaking in its lacerated orifice. He specially recommended the purity of my skin, and the great taste and care bestowed upon my underclothing.
'Even when he drew out of me his limp and dripping, but still swollen cock, he did not cease his praises, but bestowed bountiful kisses upon my bottom, body, legs and thighs. I must confess that I was sorry to see him begin to button up, because the first momentary pang having been got over, and the passage having been well lubricated by his spending, I thought that a second edition of his proceedings might let me have my share of delight. How reckless a girl is, Rosa, when once she gets her animal passion fairly inflamed! The men are held chiefly to blame in most cases of rape and seduction, but upon my word, I think they have generally more consideration for our sex than we have for ourselves.
'I mentioned to you the precautions taken by naughty brother Jack with regard to my rump, when I declare that I could have hardly refused him entrance into the other orifice if he had attempted it, and now on this occasion, when my endearing expressions, lingering kisses and sighs, told Harry Melville all too plainly that I wanted him, in plain English, to fuck me again, the dear self-denying fellow told me that he must take proper precautions or I should certainly find myself in the family way. He proposed to visit me on the following day, and to provide himself with certain sheaths, made, as he described them, of some very delicate fabric, so delicate indeed as to be imperceptible to me, which would however prevent any serious consequences, even if he fucked me a dozen times a day. The dear fellow smiled joyously as he announced this fact, and I blushed, but more with pleasure than shame. The next thing was to arrange where to meet, and we finally settled that if we found it impossible to have a few quiet minutes to ourselves at my home, I should walk out to the library, or some other equally eligible spot, and meet him, at the residence of a highly respectable old lady, who professed to keep lodgers, but who had a kind and feeling heart for young people in distress and want-of each other.
'But we did not immediately feel the necessity of this hospitable arrangement; for instance, two days after our ball Mr. Melville called, and after a little ordinary polite conversation with my mother, said he would take the liberty of waiting for my brother John in the study, as that young gentleman had made an appointment to meet him at that time. My mother was going out for a drive in the park, and I announced my intention of putting on my bonnet and going out for a short walk. To this my mother assented and shortly afterwards took her departure, when I went upstairs. But I did not reach my bedroom, as passing the door of John's study the door partially opened and I saw my lover peeping out.
'Time was precious, so that he murmured my name in appealing tones and I lost no time in entering the room; where I was instantly clasped in his arms, and he forthwith bolted the door. After a few kissing preliminaries, he forthwith took out of his pocket-book a semitransparent sheath, with which he covered his beautiful standing prick. This being done, he applied a little ointment procured from one of my brother's drawers, and really at a little distance it was impossible to tell that he had any safeguard on at all, then placing myself against the wall as he requested, I put one of my feet upon a chair, while he took my petticoats up. My inspection of his cock and the sheathing process, had raised my expectations and my clitoris, to a remarkable extent, and the position I was in, though rather hard to sustain, is certainly one where the lady gets the full extent of the gentleman's powers. In this instance, though I did not feel the pain of a lost maidenhead, I was nearly lifted off my legs. Still the inconvenience of this proceeding did not prevent my experiencing the most exquisite pleasure, and I bathed my admirer's hair at the root of his weapon, before he arrived at the crisis of his enjoyment. This was but the prelude to numberless encounters of a similar description, always more or less ecstatic, both in my brother's study and at the respectable and convenient lodgings, kept by Mrs. Boss. But pleasure cannot last forever, and I had to return to school while Harry had to go back to college. Before we parted however, we renewed vows of mutual affection; he, on his part, declaring his intention of marrying me as soon as he could see his way clear towards anything like a settlement in life, and I faithfully promising that however good my offers might be, received in the meantime, I would wait for him.
'Now, whether anything will come of the matter, I know not,' exclaimed Miss Lovit, in an amusing tone. 'He may fancy somebody else better than me; or circumstances may compel me to marry for money, but at any rate Rosa, to finish my story, I can tell you that I have enjoyed myself very much, and without any harm being done.'
This narrative pleased Miss Fielding very much, the prospects of enjoying the ecstasies described by Miss Harriet without running any risk of becoming big with child, on any favourable or tempting opportunity, was very delightful. Then Mr. Bonham's attachment was a certainty, whether he made her his wife, or kept her as his mistress, he would not have taken the trouble and expense of placing her at Mrs.
Moreen's for no purpose.
Consequently, she was very much pleased upon receiving a letter from Mr. Bonham about a week afterwards, in which he announced his intention of visiting her to see if she was happy and comfortable. He had, he said, informed Mrs. Moreen of his intended visit. That lady, on the day indicated, gravely recommended Rosa to go upstairs and change her dress, and to make herself look as becoming as possible.
The good old lady had not lived sixty years in this world for nothing, and knew that the better Rosa looked, the better her self-made guardian would be pleased, and the more Rosa was indulged, the better account she would give of her situation, and the more likely she would be to stay out the year, or two years, whatever Mr. Bonham designed. Consequently when Rosa was sent for into the drawingroom to see Mr. Bonham, with whom Mrs. Moreen had already had some interesting points of conversation, she was looking so very blooming and handsome that the older lady evidently considered her a credit to herself and her school. And then she withdrew politely, considering that the guardian and his ward might have some interesting family matters to talk over. And Rosa did commence the conversation, by enquiring as in duty bound, how her father and mother were. This question being answered satisfactorily, her worthy guardian proceeded to take her upon his knee, which proceeding Rosa rewarded by giving him an affectionate kiss. Thanks to the conversation and fingerings of Miss Lovit, and one or two other young ladies, our heroine was not nearly so bashful as she had been during the incidents in the carriage, and thought that if Mr. Bonham was a little encouraged, she would be mistress of an establishment of her own, and no longer a schoolgirl all the sooner. So when Mr. Bonham began gently to raise her clothes, instead of remonstrating with him, or offering to prevent him doing so, she said in a coaxing tone: 'I hope my dear guardian, you are pleased with my appearance, Mrs.
Moreen told me to dress myself as well as possible and to make myself look nice, and I hope-oh, if you want to inspect my silk stockings and under linen, you are quite welcome. You ought to, for it is due to your great kindness that I look so well. Had you not better bolt the door?'
This last speech was produced by her respectable lover beginning to show signs of virility. He had got the forefinger of his right hand in his protegee's cunt, while with his left hand he was trying to free his manly weapon from its imprisonment, but he was in too great a hurry to have taken any such precautions as bolting the door. If he thought at all on the subject, he no doubt considered that Mrs. Moreen knew better than to come into the drawing-room again. If so he was right.
But whatever he considered, it is quite certain what he did, that was to shove Rosa backwards upon the sofa, requesting her to pull her clothes up and stretch her legs wide, while he let his trousers slip down to his knees and tucked up his shirt. As he carefully inserted the purple end of his respectable tool into the young girl's little quim, she said in whispering tones: 'Oh, my dear Mr. Bonham, recollect that I am still a maid, no one but you has so much as even attempted my virginity, and if to give you this pleasure, I suffer pain at present and loss of reputation in future, you will keep your promise, won't you, and make me your wife?'
By this time the worthy gentleman had got well into her, and she was so deliciously tight, so sweet in all her private parts, and her face was so blushing and beautiful-that if she had asked him to make her Empress of China, he would have sworn to use his best endeavours in that direction. As it was, he stuttered out as well as he could, for he was ramming through her virgin barrier, that she should be his wife in twelve months, if he could wait so long for the full enjoyment of her lovely person. It must not be supposed that he made this honestly intended purpose coherently, for it was much interrupted by his gallant efforts to penetrate into his ward's sweet sanctuary, and also by soothing her, and stopping her mouth with kisses to prevent the halfuttered exclamations which Rosa could not entirely repress. At last, he managed to get in, up to his balls; and in two or three more shoves experienced the delight and relief of spunking into a virgin womb. He sighed with satisfied pleasure, as he sank with his whole inert weight upon Rosa's belly and breasts, telling her that she had charmed him beyond anything that he had imagined possible, and that he would come to see her again as soon as prudence for her sake would possibly permit. All this was very pleasant for Rosa to hear and made up in some degree for the smart caused by her burst maidenhead. This however her experienced protector assured her could easily be alleviated by the use of a little lukewarm milk and water. And so making her a present of a pretty purse containing a sum for pocket money, and complimenting Mrs. Moreen upon the improved manners and appearance of his ward, he took his departure.
That very afternoon, however, as he was strolling towards his club in Pall Mall, somewhat to his surprise, he met with Captain Alfred Torrant, of the 51st Dragoons. That young swell attributed his presence in London to having some business at his army agents; and as this was natural enough after the conversation he had had with his uncle, the pretext passed without challenge; the facts of the case, however, being that Captain Torrant had treacherous designs against his worthy uncle, intending if possible to find through this means, some opportunity of introducing himself to Rosa, and also not adverse, upon a suitable occasion, to offering to lead his relative's elderly boyhood into snares.
This trap the good Mr. Bonham did not fall into at once, as he announced that he was going to dine at his club, so Alfred declared, prompted by a bright invention, that he and a brother officer were going to dine at Greenwich, and proposed that they should call for him at the Fag and Famish Club, and go down the river and dine together.
This suggestion was at once adopted by Mr. Bonham, as being a very good one, and the three carried out their project. Mr. Bonham brought with him a country appetite, and perhaps felt the want of a stimulus to supply the natural exhaustion caused by his exertions that morning.
He ate heartily and drank deeply, more deeply indeed than he was aware of.
Such stuff as champagne and Moselle and claret, could not take effect on such a port-wine drinker as he was, he thought.
Couldn't they though? More especially when consumed upon top of cold punch, pale ale, Madeira, all of which beverages he had partaken since dinner began. So that when a return to London was proposed, the worthy gentleman felt quite regenerated, physically speaking, and 'up to' any species of amusement proposed by the young officers.
After a little consultation with his friend, Captain Torrant confidentially informed Mr. Bonham, that if he would promise not to tell Eliza, he would show him a scene or two of London life known only to a few of the initiated.
'All right, Alfred my boy, I'm game for anything,' was the reply.
So upon arriving at London Bridge, two hansom cabs were chartered for the friendly trio. One four-wheeler would have held them all-but catch Captain Torrant riding in a four-wheeler except with a pretty girl inside, and even then with the blinds down, so his fashionable friends could not witness his degradation.
We did not hear the direction given to the drivers, and so cannot specify the exact locality of the establishment to which their course was directed; suffice it to say that at the end of about a half hour, Mr.
Bonham found himself at the door of a respectable looking but rather dingy house, in a quite out of the way street.
On the young officers presenting their cards, the party was instantly, and most graciously received by a stout, smiling and gorgeously dressed lady, who did the honours of a gorgeously and handsomely furnished room, provided with what Mr. Bonham considered a superabundance of luxurious sofas.
More champagne was immediately the order of the evening, and Mr. B having been introduced to the hostess as a gentleman of high standing in the country, that lady politely enquired of him if he would like to see some of the handsomest girls in London, completely stripped, or only in partial dishabille, as with the semi-transparent skirt of the ballet dancer, and nothing else.
Captain Torrant immediately proposed that the young ladies should exhibit themselves in a state of nudity, all but slippers and silk stockings; but his friend, Lieutenant Archer, declared himself for a short, a very short skirt. There was a certain charm, the gallant officer averred, in taking up a girl's dress, however scant it might be, and perhaps he is right.
The prudent Mr. Bonham, agreed to leave the matter in the hands of his more experienced young friends, and fancied he had done quite right in doing so, when six very handsome girls were introduced; three being dressed, if their skirts can be described under such an appellation, according to Mr. Archer's idea, and the rest delighted Captain Torrant's ideas and eyes, with the exhibition of their beautiful forms, perfectly nude.
There was every variety too, tall and short, plump and slender, brunette and blonde vying with each other in the display of their ravishing limbs, buttocks, bosoms and private parts.
Our readers will probably be astonished at Mr. Bonham's apathy when he saw his daughter's accepted suitor, his future son-in-law, take one of the naked girls up in his arms, seat her on the edge of the table, open her thighs, and the lips of her cunt, and then, with her legs supported over his shoulders, begin to ram into her, as if the great object of his existence had been to shove his cock through her up to the roof of her mouth. Nor was Lieutenant Archer one whit behind his friend in taking advantage of the delights by which he was surrounded. True to his creed, he knelt down behind a tall, lithe, dark-haired balletdancer, and alternately kissed her milk-white rump and her well preserved and scrupulously clean orifice. Then placing her on her hands and knees on the floor, he dog-fucked her, to the intense admiration of Mr. Bonham, whose middle-aged prick began to glow and stiffen, as it had not done for many a year.
We can easily imagine that every movement of his person and every glance of his eye, was eagerly watched by the four disengaged girls.
At length a plump little one, a ballet dancer, impudent as little people are wont to be, came and perched herself upon his knee, and commenced kissing him with admiration, genuine admiration too, no doubt, for she had been told that he was rich, and was a jolly-looking bird enough. But one of the sisterhood was bolder still. She was a tall, brown-haired girl, good-looking enough, but not strikingly handsome as the other girls were. Perhaps on this account, her mossy sanctum had been less worshipped, and she felt the want of a few inches, or yards-as the case may be-of wholesome cock. Be this as it may, she knelt down before Mr. Bonham, and, no doubt; to the disgust of the little lady who had taken possession of his knee, deliberately opened the front of his trousers, and released his cock: stiff and swollen up to the bursting point, from its irksome confinement. Determined to carry out her idea successfully, she not only chafed the interesting stranger, but sucked him gently; this established her advantage over Maria, — the little girl on his knee-for the effect on the excited gentleman was such that he hastily called out: 'For God's sake, don't do that! or I shall spunk into your mouth!'
And arising from his seat, he kissed Maria, whispering: 'You next, my little pet!' and laid the tall brown-haired Emily on one of the purple, velvet-covered spring sofas.
Short-lived indeed was his joy. Emily held the lips of her mossy treasure open: at one single thrust he was in her up to the balls, two more shoves on his part, two upward heaves and a convulsive wriggle of the rump of the highly-accomplished Emily, and it was all over, for the time being, at any rate, and the highly respected Mr. Bonham, of Rutsden Lodge, lay with bare rump and soaking prick, exhausted in the arms of his lascivious enchantress, in the presence of eight much edified spectators, male and female.