Rosa was of course a little fluttered by the exciting nature of the incident produced by her noble host's behaviour on the staircase, but she still possessed enough presence of mind to walk into the drawing room of the Earl's mansion, hanging on Captain Torrant's arm, with as good a grace, and as cool an aspect, (or nearly so) as if nothing particular had taken place during her transit between the hall door and the top of the staircase. In the drawing room, she was both astonished and delighted, delighted by the brilliant appearance of the room, and astonished at the magnificent display of beautiful women and handsome men; such as the Earl of Longbowles usually invited to join his circle. Indeed his Lordship, who could afford to suit his own fancies, invariably declared that he liked to have good-looking people about him-small blame to him for that! and displayed his taste, not only with regard to his judgement in hiring chambermaids and waiting maids, but also in respect to the young gentlemen and ladies he invited to his entertainments. And on this occasion, Rosa was quite bewitched by the galaxy of beauty exhibited by the women she saw; some of them kept-mistresses; some of them young demoiselles from a fashionable house of a certain repute, and some neglected wives, who in the unpleasant predicament of having married old men for the sake of money and a fine establishment, had found out later in the day, that jewellery and coaches and horses, were not the only luxuries that a young bride required, and were glad to make their appearance at Lord Longbowles' evening parties, to obtain what every young ladyaye and a good many elderly ladies too-consider the indispensable requisite: prick! and a downright good fucking.
And to show how cleverly his Lordship had foreseen the wants of his guests in this particular, there were certain curtained recesses established, furnished with well-cushioned ottomans; wherein gentlemen and ladies, who felt all excited by their delightful proximity in the waltz, or their companionship during the luxurious supper, might relieve the inevitable tendency, which such luxurious proceedings might create in their minds and bodies.
Our readers can understand that Captain Torrant was not very long in making Rosa understand the meaning of these little accommodation recesses, nor did she, on her part, blush more than a charming girl should do, at being made to understand the purpose for which they were intended, and being shown the deliciously licentious pictures that decorated their walls. But she did colour up prettily, when the Earl of Longbowles, who had by this time entered the apartment, begged to be introduced to Captain Torrant's pretty partner, (just as if he had never seen her before) and after making some outrageously complimentary remarks about her beautiful face said: 'I say Alfred, you have such very good taste in girls' shapes and general capabilities, that I have no doubt that Miss Fielding's hidden charms are quite equal to those she openly displays. Permit me the luxury of kissing her thighs and bottom, — you have a right to her other choice delicacies.'
To this announcement, Rosa was going to offer a feeble protest, saying something about so many ladies and gentlemen being present; but instead of the ladies being shocked, a good many of the couples present, who no doubt were pretty well initiated into his Lordship's proceedings, came up and declared, that as a young stranger, she must, of course, 'pay her footing', and that they would like nothing better than to see the charms of a young novice exposed, as they certainly would be during his Lordship's intended proceedings.
Captain Torrant, moreover, began to loosen his trouser's front, as if he on his part did not intend to be an idle spectator of the bottom-kissing operation; nor, to tell the truth, did Rosa wish that he should be. She had been a good deal excited by witnessing sundry performances among the well-paired couples present, and felt proportionately kindly disposed; much more apparently than did the beautiful Mrs.
Courville, who, wedded to an old and worn out husband, had up to this time amused herself with encouraging young men, almost but not quite to the point of opening her thighs. But a lady who encourages young men up to a certain point finds out sooner or later that her passions may betray her, and on this occasion the virtuous Mrs.
Courville betrayed herself. She was leaning on the arm of Mr.
Harcourt, who had long been a suitor for her favours, and who had probably had more wet dreams and frigged himself oftener in the nightly contemplations of her charms than anyone else of her thousand admirers. And so it came to pass, that when she saw Captain Torrant deliberately raise up Rosa's dress in front, while Lord Longbowles did the young lady the same kind of office behind, her feelings so long restrained, broke forth with a vengeance. And no wonder, for Rosa's exhibition was splendid. She was dressed for a ball, and as graceful and delicate as a young lady of taste is, as a matter of course, upon such an occasion. Consequently when, under the impulse of the behind and front pressure, she began to open her thighs, she provoked the admiration of all the company present.
Lord Longbowles, as we may easily imagine, was not satisfied with kissing her rump, but as Alfred Torrant got into her cunt, he performed the same kind office for her bum-hole; a part which his Lordship had a peculiar fancy for, and for which he had capability; his cock being one of the long and slender description and rather more easily inserted.
In Rosa's case this was rather fortunate as she was enabled to enjoy her lover's operation without feeling any irksome effects from doing double duty. Of the effects produced we may judge from Mrs.
Courville's remarks, who exclaimed to the enraptured young man who held her on his arm: 'Oh, Arthur, only look at that sweet girl's thighs! — and see how Captain Torrant is ramming it into her! How she does seem to enjoy it! I wonder if she appreciates his Lordship's performance at any rate as much as he does? There's no mistake about that! Just look at him driving into her!
There-he has done now!'
Those interesting observations were made as the crisis was taking place, and all three of the actors arrived at the desired goal and spunked together. Naturally Rosa contributed to give Captain Torrant his share of the delight which he had been giving her, but it is doubtful if even under that delightful reciprocity, whether the handsome dragoon experienced more pleasure than did his partner, the Earl.
Every man to his taste, say we, and on this occasion, if his Lordship did not gratify his taste, it's a pity!
He had inspected Rosa's beautiful legs and milk-white rump during her ascent of the stairs, he had acquired by so doing a tremendous prick-stand; and he had been able to quench that raging fire in the bowels of the loveliest and sweetest girl in the world; and if he was not pleased, he ought to have been-that's all!
Now the effect upon the Earl we shall describe presently; in the meantime we have to refer to the case of Mrs. Courville.
'What are you doing, Arthur?' was the first thing she said. 'You should not do that, you know!'
But this we must inform our readers was very feebly and hesitatingly said after all.
'Good heavens, Arthur,' she continued, 'what a colour has got into your cheeks, what a fire in your eyes! Ah, you are doing wrong to a married woman, you know you are, and I shouldn't allow you, but-butsomehow I can't stop it. Oh, pray, pray don't hurt me!'
The reader can readily understand from our illustration that this broken form of words (we can hardly call it conversation) was being carried on while Mr. Harcourt was lifting up her silk robes and underclothing and inspecting and feeling too-what he had for so many years longed for. And who can blame him! He had been thinking of Blanche Courville's legs, her cunt, her bottom, all her charms, in fact for many and many a long day; and now when he caught the lady, a little excited and disposed to be compliant, would he not be a dreadful idiot not to take advantage of the delicious feast offered him?
Well he did, and the company present, some of whom, the gentlemen at least, had thought Mrs. Courville unapproachable were surprised and delighted by seeing her well clad legs, alternately lifted into the air and laid over a gentleman's back, as she exclaimed: 'Arthur dear, do please recollect, that it is almost a maidenhead that you are taking! — do pray be merciful!'
But Mr. Harcourt had been hungry for his feast for a long time and had no mercy; and indeed we hold with the doctors, that in cases where the patient requires operation, quick performance is best.
Whether or no on this occasion the beautiful and virtuous Mrs.
Courville, found out what was meant by a fine, handsome man's prick stuck up her, somewhere near her kidneys, as she fancied, the said gentleman's finger being rammed up her arsehole, with the idea apparently of finding out how her digestion was.
The appreciation of his Lordship and his guests was something wonderful to witness.
Both the young gentlemen and young ladies seemed to unite in their approbation of Mrs. Courville's pride being taken down. They said they did not understand what pride meant, by encouraging young fellows to band about her, and again to come to the notorious Earl of Longbowles' evening parties.
But Rosa was more gentle-hearted. As Mr. Harcourt withdrew his prick out of its beautiful sheath, and began to button himself up, leaving his charming friend partially exhausted on the couch, Rosa came to her, remarking: 'If you would excuse the liberty from an entire stranger, Mrs. Courville, and permit me to wipe you, I shall be very happy I assure you.'
So saying, and without waiting for assent, she produced her lawn pocket handkerchief, and proceeded to wipe the besmeared cunt of Mrs. Courville, who could only remark in reply: 'You sweet, kind, girl, I can only wish you the same pleasure that I have experienced!'
'Tell me, Torrant, candidly if you will, whether you are sincerely attached to your pretty companion?' asked his Lordship, addressing the Captain, on the first opportunity he had of speaking to him privately.
'Well, my Lord,' replied the gallant officer, 'you can see for yourself that she is very nice and fresh; indeed I consider that she has hardly been fucked at all; for although when I got into her-for the first time-I found she had no maidenhead, that may easily have occurred by some other means than a man's prick, for she is at present at a fashionable ladies' finishing school, and I need not tell a gentleman of your Lordship's experience that what with candles, dildoes, and each other's fingers, the young ladies become as open as if they had been married for twenty months.'
'Bless her sweet face and lovely bottom,' exclaimed the peer, 'I should like to buy her from you, Captain Ton-ant.'
'Oh, dear me, pray don't talk that way, my Lord,' responded Alfred politely, 'I have a certain regard for her of course; but I want to keep her out of my uncle's way (your Lordship knows the rich Mr. Bonham of Rutsden Lodge?) and my own cousin Eliza told me she was afraid of his marrying her, which of course would play the devil with my expectations, and Eliza's too; so I thought that if Rosa got a jolly good fucking, it would be pleasant for her and deprive her of the chance of becoming my aunt; though by the way, I should not wonder if the old boy made her his mistress. That would not be so bad; but even then she might have a family! and I would very much rather see her in the position of your mistress than presiding over Rutsden Lodge in any capacity. Miss Bonham requested me to roger her, but if I should carry
out the practice to any great extent, that young lady might be addicted to jealousy, so that if your Lordship would take her off my hands and uncle's, and make the dear little thing a good allowance, everybody will be pleased.'
'Well,' replied his Lordship in a reflecting tone, 'I have only one objection to make, she is rather young, and I decidedly require someone with a little experience. You know, Alfred, my boy, that when a man gets to my time of life, he needs certain little refinements in his lasciviousness, such as only a well-trained woman can supply.'
'I understand,' responded the younger gentleman knowingly. 'A little preparatory frigging, or some provocative sucking, an opportune exhibition of plump white posteriors, such as your Lordship seemed to appreciate just now, and no hesitation in submitting the luxurious orifice appertaining thereto to your worship's penetrating prick, while occasionally perhaps a little judicious birching.'
'Ah, I see you understand all about it!' replied the Earl, laughingly interrupting his guest, 'I only wish there was no necessity for my resorting to such stimulants. However, it is a great comfort when one knows where to get them, and if you have no objection, I will consult your little friend as to her capacity and willingness.'
'No objection in life,' returned Alfred, 'I did promise to take her back to Clapham tonight, but if your Lordship makes a satisfactory arrangement with her, she will be quite independent of Mrs. Moreen, or my uncle either. Let us withdraw into this alcove and talk to her.'
'Certainly,' said the peer, 'and I'll give her half a pint of champagne with a spoonful of brandy in it, and if that doesn't excite her and make her half tipsy, the devil is in it, and there is always a dildo kept in one of the cupboards.'
Rosa approached Captain Torrant at this moment saying with a halfcoquettish air:
'Well sir, I think it is time for me to be getting back to Clapham, you seem so much engaged that I suppose that my company has no longer any attractions for you. I am sure I am very much obliged to you for the attentions you have paid to my humble person, and hope that his Lordship has been gratified, but I suppose that you are no better than the rest of your sex, and having enjoyed my poor little body, such as it is, you don't want me any longer.'
'Indeed Miss Fielding,' replied his Lordship, politely, 'you do discredit to your own attractions, and barely justice to the sensibilities of Captain Torrant and myself. I was just expressing myself in very warmest terms as to yourself and your charms and was consulting my friend here, as to whether you would be willing to leave his uncle's protection for mine; and I must do him justice and say that on his part he seems very unwilling to let you go.'
'Oh, but he must, sooner or later,' remarked Rosa, very briskly, 'I am very glad to contribute to his pleasure, and he fucks me very charmingly and tenderly, and I am sure I try to meet him half way don't I Alfred?' continued the laughing girl, 'but his cock is devoted henceforth to a more legitimate business, and Miss Bonham would half-murder me if she knew how often and what lengths he has pierced into my person. She has a black-haired cunt, hasn't she, Alfred? And I shouldn't wonder if she has a dark fringe around her bottom hole.'
'God bless me!' exclaimed the delighted Earl, 'how knowing we are!
How on earth can such a young and inexperienced girl as you are, have picked up such information?'
'From my schoolfellow, Harriet Loyit,' was Rosa's reply. 'She is something like Miss Bonham, though rather younger, and she has black hair and plenty of it. She is a very hot-blooded and lustful girl, and I have seen her exhibit herself, back and front fifty times. Indeed she is very fond of sucking my cunt, and running my finger into her bottom-hole.'
'And I dare say Miss Rosa, if you were to tell the truth she has sucked you many and many a time,' retorted the Earl. 'I suppose young ladies at boarding schools regard spunk good for their complexions? At any rate they seem to get a good deal of it over their cheeks and noses. I wonder how yours would set upon my moustache, it is growing rather grey and wants some reviving fluid.'
At this speech Captain Torrant began to laugh, and Rosa was beginning to give expression to a blushing denial, but a tumbler of champagne-slyly laced with brandy-conquered her scruples; and she consented to accommodate herself to the Earl's fanciful lusts. This was performed by her perching herself astride his face, as indeed, she was not unaccustomed to do, having put herself in the same position for a somewhat similar purpose with Miss Lovit. In this case, however, she had rather more duty to perform. His Lordship was by no means an exhausted man and still had plenty of semen in his physical nature, but with every desire to enjoy a perpetual cock-stand, he was deficient in that qualification except under unusual provocation.
Thus his walls were covered with licentious pictures, representing fucking, frigging and buggering under every aspect. His cupboards contained dozens of exciting books, and he had plenty of dildoes and birch-rods for the use of his handsome servant girls and beautiful lady visitors. On the present occasion when Rosa put her face down upon his private parts, she found his balls were round and firm, but that his prick was limp, but by no means despicably sized. However before inserting his tongue between her young, delicate, fair-haired cunt lips, he requested her to take his prick into her mouth. This the good natured girl did at once, laughing at the same time at having to perform the operation under the inspection of Captain Torrant.
As for the gallant officer, there was no mistake about his prick-stand, his breeches were so near splitting, that in order to save the stitches he had to open them and take out Master Priapus. But the worst of it was that he hardly knew what to do with it after he had got him out. There he was, cream-coloured shaft and ruby head, all ready and erect as you please, and no hole to shove him into. Rosa's mouth and tongue were occupied, she had got the Earl's tool to a beautiful state of stiffness, and was in a fair way of getting a tolerable mouthful of spunk.
Her cunt was, as we have said, occupied by his Lordship's mouth and tongue, and his nose all but filled up her little bum hole. Besides as the reader can readily understand from the relative positions of the lascivious pair, it would have been next to impossible for Torrant to have poked that delicate orifice without stifling the noble Earl. After kissing and slapping Rosa's buttocks which were gently undulating with incipient pleasure, and shoving one of his fingers up the vacant hole, he was going to resort with a sigh to the poor expedient of frigging himself, when his noble host who was neither unobservant nor selfish, gave his tongue a moment's holiday, and put it to its more legitimate use, by exclaiming, 'Don't do that, Torrant, I am afraid that all the gayer portion of my fair guests have provided themselves with partners, either in the dance or on the sofa, but there are still half a dozen pretty girls in the servant's hall and kitchen, or there is Lady Forepart. She is sure not to be engaged. To be sure she is five and thirty, and has taken an oath or solemn vow, or something of that kind, not to marry again, but she is a jolly widow enough, and if she is never to be married again that's no reason why she shouldn't be fucked, and I would recommend you to do it, whether she likes it or not. She is in mourning now for quite six months, and if she doesn't want some prick, she should do so-that's all. I shouldn't wonder if she kicks and struggles a good deal, but you don't mind that I suppose!'
'Certainly not,' replied the dragoon, 'I shall rather like it indeed, by way of a change. There is something piquant in rogering a virtuous woman against her will.'
'All right, bricky!' assented the Earl, resuming his occupation of stuffing his tongue up Rosa's cunt and licking her clitoris, for this perseverance was happily rewarded by receiving a small douche of that young lady's liquor all over his moustache and mouth, while Rosa was all but choked by the ejaculation which she simultaneously forced him to make.
When Alfred re-entered the room, he looked around in vain for Lady Forepart. But as women are always amiable to get each other into mischief, or to assist one another in the perpetration of any propriety, the prudent Mrs. Harcourt (who did not want any more fucking just at present) and could so afford to be generous, on learning the object of Alfred's search, informed him that the widow had gone into the ladies retiring room to arrange her hair.
'And it is my opinion,' observed the knowing lady, 'that that may possibly mean something else, on the pot-de-chambre likely enoughfor she ate a good deal of supper, and prudes must perform the necessities of nature in the way of evacuation just as well as anybody else. The pot is at the far side of the bed, and if you go in quietly and creep underneath, you may very probably find the precise Lady Forepart in the act of doing her little business, and have a good laugh at her mortification.'
Thanking Mrs. Harcourt for her information, and chuckling to himself with the glee of a mischievous schoolboy, Captain Torrant proceeded to a large room especially provided for the accommodation of lady guests alone. Indeed from the nature of the orgies at his Lordship's mansion some place of easy access was absolutely necessary, for the retirement of the female guests; and though Lady Forepart had not been treated in such a way as to make it needful for her to make an instant rush to a chamber utensil, still she was availing herself of the accommodations afforded, and was moreover so busily engaged that she did not hear Alfred's entrance, or perceive his soft tread on the carpet. We hope our readers will not accuse us of indelicacy, when we say that he kept himself breathlessly silent, until the splendid woman rose and stooping from him, proceeded to use some soft paper in the necessary way.
Then the prospect of her great white arse, and its fully exposed orifice, slightly open from its recent duty; her round, plump thighs and her well-turned muscular legs, made such an attractive ensemble, that although the lady was clad in the sombre garments of woe our young soldier found her irresistible. Perhaps the very fact of her unblemished character, her habiliments offering such a marked contrast to the gaily dressed company, together with her vow of chastity, all combined to render the fucking or ravishing of such a lady a most desirable act.
At any rate he did no longer hesitate, but striding across the room, almost before the lady had time to finish her operation, he clasped her firmly round the belly with his left arm, while with his right hand he guided his prick to the lips of her somewhat capacious cunt, and lunged into her so furiously as to nearly set her on her head. She screamed out lustily for help, and 'mercy' declaring that 'a brutal lustful man was ramming her to death' and that she would fall on her face.
To all of which Captain Torrant replied by muttered praises of her splendid rump, vowing that he would get into her arse-hole before he had done with her, asking her why she did not lean against the wall or the bed for support. He had even the audacity to ask her whether she liked his cock, or that of her dear departed husband best! and when the insulted and outraged lady raised one of her handsome legs, and endeavoured by shoving it backwards to push him out of her person, he caught hold not only of that but the other leg as well and holding them both up, declared that he was 'particularly fond of a flying fuck' and that although her ladyship was rather heavy for such amusement, yet he would not mind a little exertion for her sake.
Then indeed, without waiting for or requiring an answer from the speechlessly indignant lady, he coaxed up his own lust by enquiring in a mock respectful tone, if she had ever been fucked before marriage, or if Lord Forepart had been lucky enough to have taken her virginity; whether the blood had trickled down her thighs; then cramming one of his fingers up her bum-hole, he kindly asked was that orifice in a state of virginity. And whether she thought it would bleed upon his driving his prick into it!
All these genteel remarks and questions the outraged Lady Forepart let pass in wrathful silence, but when his stalwart weapon began to produce its naturally expected result upon a fine young widow of six months, and she began to push out her rump to meet his shoves, and to wriggle in as lascivious a way as the most licentious woman in the saloon could do, she could no longer restrain her tongue.
'Don't flatter yourself, you brute, that I am exhibiting these natural emotions from any affection for you! Any vigorous woman, deprived as I have latterly been, must do what I am doing now; and it would be all the same if a goat or a donkey or any other suitable sized animal got into my person.'
'All right, my lady,' was the cool reply, 'please yourself. Pray did his Lordship approve of such little games? Now that I come to inspect you more closely, you are tolerably well stretched; pray don't move yet, and I'll see what I can do toward knocking your two holes into one!'
With these words the lustful young soldier made use of some of the mingled juices which were liberally shed in his victim's orifice, to lubricate her lesser hole; the lady protesting that she knew he was going to marry his cousin Miss Bonham, and she would inform that young lady what a lustful tyrant she was about to unite her fate with.
Captain Torrant coolly remarked to that-that Eliza was perfectly acquainted with that peculiarity, and did not wish to have him otherwise, that he had rogered her well both back and front and believed that he had got her with child, that he was going to marry her in a fortnight, and would be very glad to see Lady Forepart at the wedding.
Finally drawing his prick out of her, before the exhausted lady could remonstrate, with a very creditable, and indeed unusual effort of lustful strength, he invaded (apparently her maiden) rectum. This produced a single scream, followed by a storm of sobs, tears, reproaches, from the now thoroughly finished widow; when, after
receiving a half a dozen hard slaps on her outraged buttocks, she spent copiously, despite herself. Then she upped and ordered her carriage and took herself off, without saying good night to her host or any of his guests.
Rosa did not go home to Mrs. Moreen that night, nor indeed anymore.
Like a wise girl, she considered that 'a bird in hand was worth two in the bush' and that the offer of a handsome income from his Lordship was worth more than the prospect-rather an uncertain one-of becoming Mrs. Bonham.
That gentleman however behaved like a trump (so Mrs. Moreen considered at any rate), and consoled himself with keeping a neat little villa at Twickenham, and pretty frequent visits to Mrs. Goater's establishment. That amiable lady still flourishes, and keeps around her the same delightful family of young ladies-or some very like them.
Captain Torrant was happily married to his cousin Eliza, and was almost as faithful a husband as could be reasonably expected from one of his natural character, and exposure to such temptations as were to be found in the attractions of the Earl of Longbowles' establishment and Mrs. Goater's.
And now as we have accounted for the fate of the principal characters in our short story, we will bid our indulgent readers a cordial farewell.