"Firman, though but nineteen years of age, and only just come from the most retired part of Devonshire, then formed conclusions not very favourable to them; and from the appearance of the place entertained very strong forebodings of his sisters' safety.
"Young Firman took his leave very much dissatisfied, but concealing his suspicions promised to return in a few days, and expressed a hope that by that time his sisters would be arrived from the country.
"Among other letters it happened that young Firman had one recommending him strongly to the son of a west country baronet, who, to qualify him for the bar, or perhaps the bench at Westminster Hall, was studying Paphian theology in Lincoln's Inn. He lost no time in delivering his packet, and as he was a very comely youth, and had a fashionable appearance, though innocent, young Mr. Thornback, the student, thought he would not disgrace him; that his ignorance would afford him subjects of merriment; and, in short, condescended to ask him on the next day, which was Sunday, to accompany him in his curricle to Windsor.
"On the road they became more intimate, and young Thornback opened to him the intention of his journey, which was to see a damned fine girl that he had in keeping in the neighbourhood, who unluckily he had got with child, and expected every moment would lie-in. Young Firman was too much of a greenhorn to relish this sort of visit, and Thornback observing him rather grave tried to cheer him by assuring him that his favourite had a sister, another damned fine girl, with whom he should sleep if he pleased that night, as she was then upon a visit at his lodgings.
"This did not, however, dispel the gloom of young Firman.
A thousand thoughts of home, and of the new scenes into which he was entering made him appear more and more embarrassed; and they stopped at the gate-way of a very handsome house in the outskirts of Windsor, before he could recover himself sufficiently to make any coherent reply.
"They had no sooner alighted than a female servant, with a melancholy way-worn face, informed the Squire that her mistress was brought to bed with a fine boy, but added, with a flood of tears, that its mother was no more! Thornback, though a full-trained town buck of little feeling, was greatly shocked at the information, and a tear was seen to steal down his cheek, and on entering the parlour he threw himself in an ecstasy of grief on the sofa. At that moment the ears of the young Firman were assailed, and his soul rent with loud lamentations proceeding from a female voice to which he had been somewhat accustomed. "Where is he? Where is he?" repeated the now well-known tongue. The door burst open, and the then only surviving daughter of the unhappy Firman, with hands extended, dishevelled hair, and distracted features, threw herself upon the neck of young Thornback.
"Surprise, shame, grief, and distraction, all uniting in the soul of the wretched brother, his emotions became too strong for his nature, and he sunk senseless on the carpet. The maid servants, who were the only persons in possession of themselves, assisted to raise him in a chair, and the noise and confusion occasioned by his situation in a few moments roused the sister — her transition was from grief to agony — from agony to despair — upon beholding in the person of a supposed stranger, whom she had not before noticed, that of a beloved — and as she thought dying — brother!
"From that moment she became insensible to everything around her — she became positively mad — and nothing but cords prevented her from putting an end to her existence.
"A few words regarding Mrs. Tiffany. She had been seduced at an early age by the assistance of a French milliner.
After several changes she was kept by a West India merchant, from whom she obtained sufficient to take the house in Jermyn Street, affected the business of a milliner, that she might the more unsuspectedly carry on that of bawd and seducer.
"The two lovely Firmans were but six months in her house, and not quite sixteen years old when they were prostituted — one to a sharper and gambler for two hundred pounds, and the other for five hundred pounds to an old debilitated viscount.") As Mr. Capias finished the account of the seduction of the milliner's girls, they were already entering London, and were soon set down at the noted La Belle Sauvage Inn, Ludgate Hill, a hackney coach was called and Capias easily persuaded Polly to go with him to his chambers in the Temple.
It was yet early in the day, so after a good breakfast provided by the housekeeper they lay down to rest on his bed till the evening, when he expected a friend to supper.
"Now darling," exclaimed the young barrister, throwing aside his clothes, "undress yourself, and let us enjoy without restraint those delicious pleasures which the accident to the coach interrupted, and of which we afterwards in the gypsy tent had only a rough taste. Ha, what exciting charms; let me caress those swelling orbs of snowy flesh, which I see peeping from your loosened dress. What a difference there is in titties, some girls have next to nothing, others are so full they hang down like the udder of a cow, and then again some of the finest have no nipples to set them off. Yours, my love, are perfection, let me kiss them, suck them, mould them in my hands!"
This attack upon her bosom almost drove Polly wild with desire, her blood tingled to the tips of the toes, as she heaved with emotion, and sighed — "Oh! Oh! Oh!"
He had gradually pushed her towards the bed, and presently when her back rested on its edge one of his hands found its way under her clothes to the very seat of bliss.
"What a lovely notch. I had scarcely time to feel what a beautiful fanny you had when I was so hot for the bliss in the gypsy tent. Now, darling, we can enjoy everything in perfection, and increase the delights of f-g, by such preliminary caresses as these, which will warm the blood, till maddened you beg me to let you have it at once, and my excited p-k revels in your spending gap. And to think that I'm the first, that I took your maidenhead last night."
She was spending profusely, and begged with sighs of delight for him to satisfy her irresistible longings.
"Not with your things on, dear, off with them quick — see what a glorious stand I have got- there, caress it, press it in your hand."
He had taken off every thing, and helped her to do the same; then tossed her on the bed, and was between her open legs, as they stretched wide to receive him, but he toyed with her yet for a minute or two, letting the head of his engine just touch between the warm juicy lips so anxious to take him in.
"Ah, you tease! Do let me have it!" she almost screamed, heaving up her bottom, to try and get him further in. "Oh, do; don't tease me so," with a deep sigh, "I'm coming again!
Oh! Oh!"
He awfully enjoyed this dalliance, but at length took pity on her languishing looks, and slowly drove in up to the hilt, till his balls flapped against the soft velvet cheeks of her rump.
"I like to begin slowly," he whispered, "and draw out the pleasure till we both get positively wild with lustful frenzy, that is the only way to get the very acme of real enjoyment.
A young fellow who rams in like a stallion or a rabbit, and spends in a moment, scarcely makes the girl feel any pleasure before he finishes and is off.
"Many married women have stupid husbands of that sort, who never f-k them properly, is it to be wondered at that women get awfully spooney on a man who introduces them to the real delights of love?"
"Yes — yes — you darling — but push it in faster now. Ah, I feel its head poking the entrance to my womb at every thrust; that's so delicious. Are you coming, I'm simply swimming in spend. Oh, there it is, it's like warm lightning shooting into me. Oh, oh; don't stop — go on a few more strokes. I'm coming again. Ah, you darling. Ah — rre! Oh!"