The two remaining girls and Mrs. Goater, the mistress of the establishment, were not entirely idle spectators of this delightful proceeding. They began to take advantage of the champagne and cold supper, oysters and other provocative delicacies, displayed on the side board; and while enjoying these, they passed laughing comments on the pretty tableaux, which were being performed around them.
One of the lasses indeed, a French girl, called Coralie, had been a special favourite with Captain Torrant, and probably only missed being first fucked on this occasion from the circumstances of her being arranged in about five and twenty inches of skirt and silk stockings up to her rump, whereas, as we have seen, the gallant commander's tendencies on this occasion were in favour of nakedness.
This girl, we say, exhibited her attachment towards her former admirer by slapping his buttocks, kissing and rubbing his balls, inserting her finger into his hole, and making use of other little endearments, which clever girls, and French girls particularly, consider serviceable in raising and renovating a man's lusts.
We hardly suppose, by the way, that the young gentleman required any such stimulant, but however, he was duly grateful, and when he drew out his drooping and dripping prick, he rewarded the lady with a lascivious kiss, and a groping feel which explored her secret recesses in most effectual style. An adjoining bedroom supplied the means of ablution to the participants in the luscious games, and then they all set down to supper. We might prolong this chapter ad infinitum were we to describe the eating and drinking, and the lascivious conversation that went on, but we must confine ourselves to the most striking incidents. One of these was that Maria, who no doubt considered that it was high time for her to have something to do, collared Mr. Bonham's cock and by frigging it gently, endeavoured to induce it to regain its perpendicular station. But notwithstanding the oysters and wine, and other more direct incentives to lust, Mr. Bonham was not able as yet to stiffen so as to be serviceable. Our readers will readily understand what we mean, when we say that a middle-aged gentleman as he was, may have the desire for an immediate repetition of his joys, but be unable to raise his virile member up to the altitude which ladies consider as their due. On this occasion, he begged Maria to wait a little, but the young lady was evidently afraid lest someone else should cut in before her, as Emily had done, and deprive her again of the benefit, not only of Mr. Bonham's prick, but of his pocket. So she fondly whispered to him that if he would allow her, she would raise a prick stand for him in two minutes. Mrs. Goater, who only partially heard this conversation, but who, (experienced soul!) guessed what was going on, proposed the operation of a birch rod, but Maria rejected the idea, for the present at any rate, but that the rod might be serviceable at a later period of the night. So saying she made the moral Mr.
Bonham lie down on his back, on one of the luxurious couches; then taking his shirt up and breeches down, she put his virile member in her pretty, soft mouth, as Emily had done. The effect was almost immediate: the gentleman's dormant powers were raised, his tool slowly lifted its head and began to fill Maria's mouth. When the clever girl perceived that her operations were successful, she requested her lover to remain in the position he then occupied, and placed herself astride of him, a la St George. In this way she certainly saved him every trouble, for she grasped his tool, inserted it, settled her weight down upon him, thereby admitting the whole length of it into her pretty little person, and began to work up and down in the most effectual and delightful way. And Mr. Bonham was just about to spunk, when he was temporarily stopped by a proceeding which astonished him a good deal more than Maria, who had probably seen the same operation performed more than once.
His surprise was due to Lieutenant Archer, who had been contemplating the movements of Maria's lovely bum with evident pleasure, and at last could not resist the tempting object any longer.
He made his advances very cautiously, both for fear of startling and disturbing Maria, and from a charitable dislike of disturbing the interesting rite which was being celebrated.
But he did it-yes, he did! Administering some saliva upon the girl's small, yet not altogether maiden orifice, he gradually, and with gentle pushes, insinuated the head of his instrument and then the rest was easy. He slid in-up to the root of his plant.
Looking over Maria's shoulder, he cheerfully addressed the prostrate Bonham with: 'How are you going on, old fellow? Jolly, eh! I'll take all the trouble off your hands, and Maria's too. I'll shove her down upon you! You like having two pair of balls banging against your arse, don't you, Maria?'
But Maria was speechless. Whether she thought the more, or whether her attention was so completely absorbed, by a duplicate application of prick, she knew best herself, but this was certain: she exerted herself to the utmost, and earned well deserved praise from both her admirers, who injected their copious jets of warm cream into her as nearly as possible at the same time. On the conclusion of the operation Mr.
Bonham exhibited some curiosity to know how his pretty partner liked the bum-hole part of the entertainment, remarking that it was quite a novelty to him.
'What, my dear sir, and you a lusty widower!' exclaimed his dutiful nephew, Alfred Torrant, 'I should have thought that when you were the husband of such a splendid woman as my late Aunt, that you would not have neglected making trial of such a luscious performance.'
'Well, I must own,' responded the elder gentleman, for wine and lasciviousness made him speak out, 'that I did try on the little game more than once, but then I never took proper precautions. Had I gone deliberately to work and anointed my weapon properly, I might have succeeded, but the only occasions when I dared venture upon it, were when Mrs. B was asleep, or pretended to be so, and then it took such immense shoving and exertion to get the knob of my tool in, that she awoke, if indeed she were ever asleep, which I rather doubt, and then she was angry, and declared it was the sin of Sodom, and a lot more nonsense of the same kind, for she was a very pious woman, so that I was obliged to turn her over and give her a jolly good fucking, only for the sake of peace and quietness. Though it is my belief,' continued the worthy gentleman, in a musing tone, 'that if I had got fairly into her, I should have had no scolding, or heard any balderdash about Sodom, or any other place.'
'Dear me!' exclaimed the graceful Emily, 'I am quite surprised! I thought that married men knew everything, — that they were up to every move, as the saying is.'
'It just depends upon what sort of a bachelor life they have spent, my darling,' replied Captain Torrant, 'if they have spent a "good boy humdrum sort of existence, the chances are they make but stupid companions for their young brides, who I am sure, must have either the-trouble frequently of enticing them, and instructing them in their duties (which I have no doubt plenty of them are able to do, by the bye) or else go without their lawful gratification. And as for any married ladies calling any such innocent little gambols as we have just been carrying on, "unchaste" why, it is all nonsense! A pretty thing it would be indeed,' continued the young officer in a state of righteous indignation, 'if a husband could not get into his wife, how, when, and where he liked.'
'Certainly, Alfred,' responded Mr. Bonham, nodding, 'I quite agree with you.'
And in his present frame of mind he was quite sincere, and if he had seen his son-in-law in prospect fucking his beloved daughter Eliza into fits, and administering a hot clyster of spunk up her arse-hole, he would have looked at the scene with delightful eyes, and given the performers his fatherly benediction.
'Well, sir,' remarked Mrs. Goater, 'if you like to sleep here tonight, as no doubt you will choose to do, you shall be made very comfortable-and you can pick out any one or two of the young ladies here as your bedfellow. They will show you some delicious little performances between themselves that will make your prick stand whether you like it or not, and when it does so, they will treat you with such voluptuous lubricity as you would never have experienced if you had been married a hundred years.'
This matronly advice being warmly seconded by Captain Torrant, who added a recommendation to the effect that one of the girls should be French, and Mrs. Goater having recommended an experienced demoiselle called Juliette, and one named Maria, as her companion, the delighted Bonham was shown into a most luxurious chamber, feeling more like a he-goat or a young bull than a sanctimonious elder of the chapel which he patronized.
We have quite enough to do to follow his fortunes, so shall not at present trouble ourselves about Messrs Archer and Torrant. Indeed we may safely leave those inexperienced gentlemen to take care of themselves.
In the morning, however, Mr. Bonham was exhausted and no mistake.
Never since his honeymoon had he felt so thoroughly fucked out, and not even then, for the late Mrs. Bonham was a model of propriety; strong in her own person, strenuously resisted such lover-like, not to say sensual proceedings, as fucking upon the sofa, easy chair, up against the wall, in an arbour in the garden, and so forth; so it was rarely that the bridegroom was able to satisfy his longings, except in the legitimate place, namely, bed, and then, in the dark. So that when his handsome companions had retired to make their toilettes, desiring him to ring for anything he required, he was agreeably surprised upon doing so to find the bell answered by his dutiful nephew, who was accompanied by a slavey bearing a large dish of opened oysters and two or three bottles and tumblers.
The experienced young soldier insisted on his uncle immediately swallowing a half a tumbler of brandy and soda-water which was exceedingly grateful to his heated palate. Then he urged upon him the advisability of devouring as many oysters as he could possibly stow away.
They would, he said, give tone to his stomach, strength to his nerves and fresh vigour to his physical capabilities.
'Ha, hum!' said the elderly gentleman, in an assenting tone, 'that I think will be rather needful. I have taken more than one maidenhead in my times, I have fucked your aunt of blessed memory, for nearly a month at a time hand-running, but never, never have I experienced such a night as I have just passed. Those girls are perfect devils for fucking.
Why, Alfred, my dear boy, if you will believe, me, they fucked each other!'
'Oh, I know,' replied Alfred, 'that was Juliette's performance, I suppose.'
'Yes,' said his uncle, 'that tall, black-haired girl, when she saw I was temporarily used up, laid Maria down pulled her thighs open and got into her as if she herself had been a man. At first I thought that was all make-believe but seeing Maria beginning to wriggle her rump, I looked carefully at the process, and I'll be damned,' continued Mr. Bonham, forgetting his sanctity in his surprise and lust, 'if her clitoris was not sticking out of the lips of her cunt-more than an inch-and-ahalf and was working into Maria like a cock, a small one certainly, but effective. Well this excited me so greatly that I got new vigour, and taking advantage of Juliette's prostrate position, I made my first successful attempt at getting into a girl's bum-hole. Dear me,' said the worthy country gentleman, 'what a novice I have been, and what a number of delightful and comparatively innocent pleasures, I have in my ignorance debarred myself from. Much allowance must be made of course, for the novelty in my case, but I don't think I ever enjoyed myself so much in my whole life before; and what's more, the girl liked it too! or if she did not, she is a most accomplished actress, and it does her a good deal of credit. And my honest old cock has hardly had ten minutes peace all night; but I must say that these oysters and brandy have refreshed me extremely, and I am much obliged to you, Alfred, for your forethought.'
'Well sir,' replied the promising youth, meekly, 'you know where to come now. Of course you never intend to get married again at this time of day.' (Which was an artful speech of Master Alfred's and his uncle felt rather conscious.) 'And you are very fresh and vigorous, better than many a younger man, and it is a pity that you cannot enjoy yourself in a comfortable, bachelor like, legitimate way. Why should you bury yourself and Eliza in that dismal hole at Rutsden? Excuse me sir but it is rather a dreary place, when you might have a pretty villa at Richmond or Twickenham, with a pretty mistress keeping house for you, and you, yourself at liberty to visit your club, take dinners at Greenwich, or pay a visit to our esteemed hostess, Mrs. Goater, or to inspect her cabinet of choice curiosities by way of a change, whenever you felt disposed.'
That idea seemed to strike Mr. Bonham very favourably. A new vista in his career was opening to him. He had a very strong notion to partake of a pretty linnet (at present at Mrs. Moreen's) that would exactly suit such a cage as Alfred suggested at Richmond, or elsewhere.
As for marriage, or any such moral proceeding, that faded from before his eyes, his excuse to himself was that in a married man promiscuous fucking would be objectionable, and he foretold that he had not paid his last visit to Mrs. Goater's by many a one.
By this time it was eleven o'clock, the Lieutenant had taken himself out of the way, thinking that very probably the uncle and nephew would have some business affairs to arrange which might turn to the advantage of his chosen friend and comrade Torrant. And indeed the affair seemed likely to turn out in this way. For the first thing Mr.
Bonham did was to call Mrs. Goater and request her to summon the young girls who had given him such unqualified pleasure.
Among them he distributed all the loose cash he had about him, and it was no inconsiderable amount either, while Mrs. Goater was remunerated by a handsome cheque on his London bankers, for which she professed herself, and no doubt sincerely felt, very much obliged.
As for the girls, their gratitude knew no bounds. They half smothered the two gentlemen with lascivious kisses, and treated them to sundry exhibitions of their shapes and private parts, which brought on sundry fingerings and feelings. These farewell proceedings the young ladies doubtless considered would preserve their charms in the memory of the gentlemen, and probably they were right enough.
On leaving the hospitable mansion, Alfred proposed adjourning to his hotel, where they could have an early lunch on broiled bones, stewed oysters and sundry restoratives of that nature. But his businesslike uncle affirmed that he must first of all visit his banker, both to replenish his exhausted purse and make other arrangements.
We may imagine that Alfred was by no means indifferent to taking a ride with his honoured relative in the direction of the bank. He fancied that somehow or other, especially after the evening they had spent, something to his advantage was pretty certain to turn up. Nor was this idea of his without foundation; for Mr. Bonham had been considering that to get rid of his daughter was absolutely necessary, before entering upon any of his newly hatched schemes of felicity. Therefore after the elderly gentleman had drawn the pretty heavy cheque on his own account, he agreeably surprised the young gentleman by asking what amount would be absolutely required for the Majority which would immediately become vacant upon the retirement of the piously disposed Major Pobjoy. Alfred specified the amount with a small margin, and to his delight it was immediately transferred to his credit by the orders of his generous uncle. Nor was this all, for when the uncle and nephew were parting that afternoon, the elder gentleman pressed into the hand of the younger a bank note of pleasant amount, accompanying the gift by saying: 'I think Alf, that it would be as well to consider my visit to London had been specially made to arrange this little business of yours. Such an account of my London excursion will shut Eliza's mouth, of course and she is devilish curious, and saucy too, when she thinks that I have been doing something that she does not approve of; for I daresay you know her as well as I do.'
'A deuced sight better, old boy,' thought Alfred to himself.
'And at any rate, you will agree with me that it won't do to tell tales out of school.'
'Certainly not, sir,' gravely replied the Captain, 'and both for your sake and my own, I will take care to represent this visit of yours to London as only on matters referring to your own business and partly on mine. I can easily show that it is so by your kindness to me. I presume sir,' he continued, 'that upon my obtaining my step, there will be no objection on your part to my urging Miss Bonham to fix an early date to our marriage?'
'As early as you like, my boy,' responded the other, whose heart was considerably warmed and enlarged by the rakish proceedings he had just been initiated into. 'As soon as the young lady can ascertain from her milliner what is the latest fucking fashion-I mean the newest fashionable carriage dress-and get together a new assortment of drawers, chemises, and silk stockings, though heaven knows she ought to have plenty. She has cost me enough for such things in the last few years, but of course she must have them entirely new. It is a part of the sacred rite of marriage, I suppose. And then there is a little money to be made over to her, but that won't take the lawyers very long, I should think. You ought to be pretty comfortable, Alfred,' concluded the old buck, as he shook hands with his nephew.
Alfred, after seeing him fairly off on his road home, went to his club, and before ordering his dinner, on the principle of 'business before pleasure', we suppose, indicted a note to his beloved Eliza, which contained among the usual expressions of fond affection, compliments to her charms delicate or indelicate (as may happen), allusions to the happy two days they had recently spent (the garden privy scene was referred to with so much enthusiasm that Eliza fairly blushed which was somewhat unusual for her), and so on to the following passage: 'I have not seen the young lady you recommended to my notice as yet; but shall make a point of doing so tomorrow if possible. Of course, with the remembrance of your delicious person and lovely private parts, before my eyes and enshrined in my heart, it is mere blasphemy for me to think of being fond of any other girl; and if I fuck your young acquaintance, Miss Fielding, it is entirely as a matter of business. Of course, I don't wish to do anything of the sort; but it seems to be necessary for our mutual happiness-and it is enough that my Eliza requests me to do so. I sacrifice myself to do her behests! Duty calls and I obey!'
What a fine soldierly feeling young Captain Torrant had, even where fucking was concerned.
But this letter, wherein he so nobly announced his determination to do his duty under all circumstances, was not the only bit of correspondence which he achieved before sitting down to his dinner.
The next day Mrs. Moreen received the following note:
Dear Madam,
Instead of leaving town as I expected today, I have yielded to the solicitations of my deceased wife's sister, Mrs. Smith, to dine at her house. She particularly wishes to see my ward, Miss Fielding, and though my request may appear to be somewhat out of rule, perhaps you will indulge me so far as to let Rosa be dressed by four in the afternoon, when either myself, or my nephew, Captain Torrant, who is a steady and amiable young man, will call for the young lady to escort her to Mrs. Smith's.
This letter with the usual polite formulary, was signed 'H Bonham' and after signing and addressing it, and transmitting it to the post, Captain Torrant was conscious of having performed his duty, at the cost of considerable exertion and self denial, and sat down to his dinner with healthy appetite. We can easily imagine the glee with which Rosa received Mrs. Moreen's announcement that she was to dress herself to go out to dinner with her guardian, and of course her chosen friends and room-mates were not long unacquainted with the happiness in store for her. Charlotte affected to pooh-pooh, the whole affair, saying that Rosa had never been 'Brought out' and had no business to be going to a dinner party.
But Harriet Lovit sympathized with her pleasure, and impressed upon her mind that she was to bring back an exact account of the ladies' dresses, and especially of the appearance of the gentlemen.
'I wonder dear,' she said, 'if your guardian's nephew, Captain what'shis- name, will call for you instead of the old gentleman! That would be fine! If he does-and from what you say it seems likely enough-mind you don't let him feel your cunt, or fuck you in the carriage. It will rumple your dress and make your hair untidy!'
'My goodness Harriet, you cannot imagine a young gentleman being alone with a young lady ten minutes without feeling her or fucking her, or something else of the kind.'
'Well my dear, I only speak from my own experience, and I should not wonder, if, after taking a short drive with a young officer, you will not be able to talk about your experience also.'
In due time a neat brougham brought not Mr. Bonham, but Captain Torrant, who behaved himself most demurely towards Mrs. Moreen.
Not that his affection of a staid and precise demeanour was at all necessary, for after receiving Mr. Bonham's note, she would have entrusted one of her pupils to old Nick himself, and washed her hands of the consequences.
'It is rather a long way to Great Poke-hole Place,' remarked Captain Torrant to his lovely companion, when they had started on their ride.
'Would you like to have the blinds down-the glare of the sun is rather strong?'
With this, without waiting for Rosa's consent, he suited the action to the word. Rosa might have objected, wishing not only to see but be seen, but then the young dragoon was a particularly handsome young fellow, and there was something fascinating in the fact of taking a long drive with him, quite in private as it were.
'I understand, beautiful Miss Fielding,' began Alfred in a tone of respectful admiration, 'that there is some chance of you becoming my aunt. I am sure I admire my Uncle Bonham's good taste; and I shall be very proud of having such a lovely young aunt, and I hope you will be very cruel and severe to his daughter Eliza and me.'
'Oh, sir, how can you talk in such a way?' replied the blushing Rosa, 'I am sure I shall hardly know how to conduct myself properly as Mrs.
Bonham, and as an aunt to such a-a-young gentleman as you are.'
'Never mind, Miss Fielding, I am going to marry Miss Bonham,' was the encouraging reply, 'and I'll ask her to love you for my sake, she can refuse me nothing.'
'Ah, I don't wonder at that,' replied Rosa, quite off her guard.
'Don't you indeed?' said the gentleman, 'then perhaps you will grant me a kiss upon the strength of our approaching relationship.'
Rosa smiled, and turned up her sweet face and ripe lips towards her nephew-that-was-to-be, who immediately took advantage of the opportunity. She kissed him once and in return he kissed her about half a dozen times, and then began to roll his tongue into her mouth.
This second performance surprised Rosa not a little, for it had never been part of Mr. Bonham's proceedings. Still, she felt the indescribable excitement and voluptuous titillation which the operation inevitably induced, and never thought of preventing him from doing as he liked, until he, and perhaps she too, began to think of some further proceedings. Captain Torrant knelt by her side and holding one of her hands while with the other he was gently and cautiously feeling her ankles: 'What a happy man my uncle must be!' he remarked, 'he has told me how deliriously pure and beautiful you are in your concealed limbs and those delicate parts, which no mortal eye has ever beheld, except his, I suppose.'
And here the young gentleman paused, astutely wishing to entrap Rosa into some acknowledgement as to whether his esteemed uncle had managed to get into her or not. She certainly felt rather confused and blushed a good deal, but managed to carry the matter off pretty well by saying: 'Pray sir, if it is usual for gentlemen when they are about to marry ladies to know as much about them as you would seem to imply; perhaps, as you seem to know so much about it, Miss Bonham has permitted you the extraordinary favour of peeping into her charms? I should think they must be something most magnificent.'
'Ah, my beautiful relative!' exclaimed the lively Captain, 'you thought you could catch me, did you? No, no, one secret for another if you please! If you'll betray my uncle's secrets, I'll betray his daughter's-that is only fair.'
'But,' said Rosa, laughing, 'in betraying Mr. Bonham's secrets I should betray my own, and it is hardly fair to make me do that, is it?'
'No, it is not,' replied Alfred, in a high state of excitement, 'and so I shall find it out for myself. Now sweet Rosa, it is of no use for you to struggle or resist, I mean to have a peep and a feel, so be kind enough to put your pretty little feet upon the opposite seat. There now,' (as she did so) 'that will be snug and comfortable. Bless us, what darling little white kid boots and silk stockings! The old governor has more taste in young ladies' dress than I gave him credit for. And now for the inspection of your young thighs and precious little cunt.'
'Oh, no, Captain Torrant, you must not,' exclaimed Rosa, 'indeed I could not allow it!'
At the same time she was gradually stretching her thighs open while the handsome young fellow felt and opened the lips of her all but virgin cunt, whose aspect, however, evidently betrayed that the invader and destroyer had been there.
'You have been fucked,' exclaimed the delighted Alfred, 'a slice from a cut loaf can never be missed, and as it is all in the family, as the saying goes, I shall-'
Here he interrupted himself by shoving his tongue into the lady's sore and somewhat inflamed parts, while he unfastened his braces and unbuttoned his trousers.
'Oh dear Captain Torrant, how indelicate! and the carriage will be stopping directly, I know it will, and you will rumple my silk dress so.'
We hope our readers admire the force of the young lady's objections to being fucked in a carriage. The gallant dragoon set them at naught, requesting her to take up her dresses-as completely and as carefully as she could-he would take care of her petticoats and chemise; as for the carriage stopping, he affirmed that it was a long way from Clapham to Great Poke-hole Place, and they would not arrive there for half-anhour.
'So, now dearest Rosa,' he continued directing his charger towards the gap in her pretty hedge.
'But you have not kept faith with me,' she cried in a pretty affectation of pretending not to know what he was doing. 'You have not told me whether you ever got into your beautiful cousin's private parts-Oh!'
The last exclamation was produced by the effectual insertion of the gentleman's cock; the milk and water, recommended by Mr. Bonham had been effectual but not altogether so-hence the slight involuntary scream. But now her companion was well in and quite comfortable, as kneeling upon one of the carriage cushions, he was ramming into the young girl, immensely to his own satisfaction, while he stimulated her lusts and reconciled her to the proceedings, by repeating in broken sentences and somewhat exaggerated terms, some of his adventures with Miss Bonham, interspersed with the episodes of Bob fucking and buggering Lucy in the stables, and Major Ringtail fucking Miss Larcher in the chapel, to the great satisfaction and edification of the minister of the word, as Stiggins called himself, and to such of the congregation as were fortunate enough to catch a glimpse of the lady's legs over the side of the pew. This last apocryphal adventure, Captain Torrant related as an actual fact, thinking that as Rosa probably knew the principal actress in the scene, she would not only be interested and instructed, but consider her present predicament an innocent one in comparison.
And he was quite right, Rosa richly enjoyed the description of her future stepdaughter's black-haired cunt and long white legs and snowy rump. She began to wriggle her bottom with delight at the vivid description given by Alfred of his man's laudable endeavours to split up Lucy's arse hole, and when it came to the chapel scene, she murmured: 'Miss Susan Larcher! — so respectable-in chapel! Her legs over the pewand one of the officers right into her in broad daylight! — and her revered pastor watching the performance! — Oh!-oh-h-h Captain Torrant.'
This was the crisis of the performance, and silence reigned in the carriage, unbroken except by a still, small sound, as of kissing. Then, after a few minutes calm, Captain Torrant arose, and buttoning his trousers told Rosa there would never be any reason for making the most distant allusion to anyone as to what had taken place, or what their conversation had been about which, as may be imagined, Rosa promised for her own sake, readily enough. Then drawing up the blinds, as Rosa pulled down her clothes, Her Majesty's officer put his head out of the window and told Thomas he might drive as fast as he liked-now. A very significant proof that his proceedings had been premeditated. Then turning to his lovely companion, he told her not to be startled by anything she saw at Mrs. Smith's house, and particularly not to be frightened if she did not find her guardian there. At this Rosa stared at first, but by degrees a light seemed to break in upon her, and she exclaimed laughing: 'Oh! I see now! How wicked of you Captain Torrant, deceiving my venerable schoolmistress, taking advantage of my unprotected innocence, and forging your uncle's name! Don't you know what a crime forgery is, sir? — and that you deserve to be hung?'
'Hung around your neck, if you like, you sweet, saucy witch!' exclaimed the Captain, clasping the young beauty in his arms, and imprinting a dozen luscious kisses on her lips.
In fact his proceedings were becoming so very forcible that Rosa was obliged to tell him the blinds were up, and that they must be getting near their destination, if it was in London at all; and finally that she did not want her hair and her mauve silk dress more tumbled than it was.
Captain Torrant assured her that this was a matter of no consequence, and that it would not be noticed; that even if it were, the good-natured ladies and gentlemen to whom he would introduce her would take it all as a matter of course, and promised that she would have an elegant dinner and a merry evening.
To these allurements Rosa made no son of objection, merely striking a bargain with Captain Torrant that she should be sent back to Mrs.
Moreen's in good time, for as the girl very sensibly observed, a night's pleasure was all very well. She was duly sensible of Captain Torrant's admiration, and the loving affection he had shown to her, but still it would never do to run the risk of losing Mr. Bonham's favour and protection, which would be inevitably the case, if she were reported absent from the Academy all night.
Now with a different kind of girl, Captain Torrant would have felt disposed to treat an interloper between nun and his uncle's favour by fucking her as hard as he could, and allowing any of his dissipated companions, who they were about to meet, to do what they liked with her. A little sodomy might be the prescription suitable to the development of her faculties and rump-hole-and then having given her as much wine (and a trifle more) than was good for her-leave her to find her way to Clapham as best she could or go to the devil, if this proceeding suited her better. But Rosa was such a sweet, pretty girl, and she surrendered her delicious young charms to him with such a tender grace, that the Captain, moved by emotions of gratitude for the luscious fuck he had just enjoyed, and with a lively sense of expectation of fucks to come, not only during the present evening, but when Miss Fielding became his uncle's mistress, vowed and declared with all sincerity, that she should be delivered safe and sound at Clapham Academy.
He reflected that the money for his Majority was deposited; that his cousin's hand was promised to him; and he knew his uncle better than to suppose he would not give his daughter a handsome dowry, which with the money she had inherited from her mother, and his pay and private means, would make them very well off indeed.
'And I am sure,' mused Torrant to himself, 'that after the conversation I had the other morning with the old boy, he will not think of getting married at all, and Rosa, and two or three natural children of his or my begetting, will not stand in the way of Eliza's succession: so I will not ruin the dear little chit. I will only fuck her dreadfully and send her back to Mrs. Moreen's with a sore cunt, to set her two or three bedroom confidantes longing for prick, by the interesting adventures she will have to relate to them.'
Having come to this virtuous resolution, the young officer relaxed his thoughtful features, calling a playful remonstrance from Rosa as to what he could possibly be thinking of, with so grave a face, and whether he considered it polite to leave a young lady, whom he had been professing so much regard for, all by herself? This produced a playful and affectionate rejoinder, and indeed Rosa was in danger of displaying to the eyes of the outer world the colour of her elastic garters, and other little private matters in those directions, when the carriage drew up at the door of an oldish looking house, but evidently well built and in a state of high preservation.
'This, my sweet little pet,' observed her conductor, 'is one of the houses of the Earl of Longbowles. I think,' he added, laughing, 'that your dear friend, Mrs. Moreen, will be rather puzzled to discover the address of Mr. Bonham's widowed sister by turning up the list of "Smiths'' in either the Court or Trade directory. And if you are cross questioned on the subject, — my beauty, you can mention any jumble of street names that occur to you first (you have such a bad head for streets, you know) and you can mention having met Mrs. Smith, and your guardian, and the Earl of Longbowles. Allow me to assist you to alight.' So saying, with great courtesy, he handed Rosa out of the carriage, saying to the coachman as he did so: 'Half past eleven, sharp-mind Thomas!' So it certainly looked as if he meant to keep his promise to Rosa.
As our friends were uncloaking in the hall, the Earl of Longbowles emerged from his study, which was on the ground floor. He was a fine looking middle-aged man with a bearing about him that showed in some degree the marks of the fast life he had led from an early age. He greeted Torrant cordially, exclaiming: 'Ah, Alfred my boy, how are you? Very glad to see you and your fair friend. And what a pretty girl!' continued he, surveying Rosa with the air of a connoisseur. 'Is she as good as she looks, Alf?' he asked, with an expression that brought the colour into Rosa's face.
'I assure your Lordship that she is a sweet creature in every respect,' was Torrant's reply, as he pressed Rosa's arm to reassure her.
'Well,' said the Earl, 'you had better go upstairs to the drawing room.
You will find a select party of our friends there-fine men and fair women! I will follow you directly.'
And his Lordship was as good as his word, indeed a good deal better, for instead of following them after the delay of a minute or two, as any one might have supposed from his speech, he followed them instantly, being rather curious to have a more intimate inspection of Rosa.
Accordingly, when the young lady was half upstairs, leaning on her protector's arm, she was not a little startled by feeling her clothes gently, but effectually raised from behind, and a hot kiss pressed upon one of the cheeks of her bum. At the same time a half-smothered voice remarked: 'Delicious indeed! Very fine legs, too!' And then his Lordship, emerging from her graceful drapery, remarked in a business way: 'She'll do, Alfred, she'll do very well! She is fit to show up with the finest in the room!'
Rosa was indignant, and disposed to be very angry, but Torrant whispered to her not to mind it, that one must do at Rome as Rome does, and that his Lordship submitted to a similar inspection almost every lady that entered his house-at any rate, this particular house.
His Lordship, he also informed her, had some peculiar tastes and lusts; and she should see some curious scenes, but he told her not to be frightened, but to eat a good dinner, and to enjoy herself as much as she possibly could.
And Rosa, who now felt she was 'in for it', as the saying is, wisely determined to follow his advice and make the best of her situation.