Eveline

"I want some tea, John. What time is it?"

"It's not ten yet, miss."

"Where is the butler?"

"Sir Edward has sent him out, miss, to see the painter. He is not to send his men in the morning unless it is quite fine."

"How is poor Robin, John? I am afraid he is drooping."

"Drooping? Miss Eveline, I wish he was! Why he stands up in the mornings and looks me in the face. It's shocking how he suffers. I'm quite ashamed to look at him, miss."

"So am I, John. All the same, let me see the poor thing. I might be able to do him some good."

The door was shut. John looked all round. He listened. All seemed in order and quiet. He saw his chance. In another instant, he had opened his flap. He twisted his big limb out from under his shirt. My hand closed on it. It was already stretching itself out, and half erect. I loved to feel it thus-so warm, so soft!

I bent my head over it as I sat. I kissed the red tip. The impulse was too strong for my resistance in the condition in which I was. I opened my moist lips. I let the big nut pass in. I sucked it. It swelled and stiffened. John involuntarily moved himself backwards and forwards. It very quickly attained its extreme stiffness and dimensions. I withdrew my face a little to look at it. The big round top shone as if it had been varnished.

"Take care what you do, miss. He's not to be trusted. He's in such a condition. What you have just done has made him more rampageous than ever."

I rubbed his member up and down quickly. He put down his hand and stopped me.

"Oh, Miss Eveline, mind your dress, miss."

"Is it so near, John? Poor Robin! He must have all the pleasure I can give him to make him more tractable."

I put down my head. I applied my lips again. I only released his limb to whisper:

"Let it come so, John! I want it!"

The idea made him mad. He pushed forward, breathing hard. He moved his loins again. I took into my mouth the whole of his big nut. I tickled it with my tongue. I moved both hands in little jerks upon the white shaft. I let it reach the back of my throat.

"Oh, Miss Eveline! Oh, my good Lord! I shall come! Oh!"

He discharged. My mouth was instantly filled with a torrent of his sperm. I swallowed as much as I could. It flew from him in little jets. It must have given him immense pleasure. Soon all was over.

"Now fetch the tea, John. I hope Robin will be better. If it had not been a cock-your Robin-I should have said it had laid an egg and broken it."

"Hansom! Here you are, miss!"

"Go to P Street, Soho. Stop at the corner."

I alighted. I paid the fare. I walked on. I could not recognize the house. There was a chemist there, however. The usual colored bottles in the window which still adorn those establishments in indifferent neighborhoods. I walked in. The fair young man was behind the counter. He did not know me through my thick veil. I waited until he had served his customer, and then I said:

"I have come for another syringe, please."

He looked hard at me. I lifted my veil. His face brightened with pleasure.

"Oh, it's you! My dearest girl, how delighted I am!"

"Yes! I did not know the house again-surely you have altered the outside."

"Yes, I have had it all done up. When you came before, I was only the assistant. Now the place is mine. I have purchased the lease and taken over the business. But really now, I am so glad to see you. Come into my back room. It is now my consulting room."

"You are a surgeon, then?"

"Yes, my pet. I have taken out my diploma now. Things have been looking better for me. A relation left me a legacy."

"I congratulate you. I am really pleased at what you tell me."

He sat down. He took both my hands in his as I stood before him. He inspected me from head to foot.

"Why do you look at me like that?"

"I am trying to make out who and what you are."

"You had better not do that."

"But I have been thinking so much of you, and wondering if ever I should see you again. You don't know how much I have thought of you. You are not an ordinary girl, you see. You seem quite different from others."

"Perhaps I am not. I should not like you to interest yourself too much in me."

He observed me attentively. He seemed suddenly to grasp the situation.

"I knew it! You are not of that class at all. But you know you are running a great risk. You must have a position to lose."

I felt annoyed. He saw it, I thought. I was the more angry, because he was quite right.

"You must not suppose I am always so easily assailed as by you on the last occasion. I assure you I know very well how to protect myself."

"Yes, yes, I am sure you do, dear girl, but there are many dangers of which you, at your age, can know little or nothing."

"That may be. Before I go any further, you must promise me one thing: not to attempt, in any way, to know more of me than I choose to disclose. Can you not be content with that, and promise me?"

I read disappointment in his eyes.

"Well then, so be it! But I have let my memory dwell on you so long since I saw you-you-are so beautiful that I felt fond of you. Some day, possibly, you will trust me further."

We sat on the sofa. He put his arm round my waist and kissed me.

"You have forgiven me then. I know you will respect my incognito."

"Of course I will! Who could refuse anything to such a beauty as you? Look here! It is Saturday, and just time to close. We can remain here undisturbed. My boy puts up the shutters. You make me feel worse than ever."

He began to whisper indecencies which made my cheeks burn, and not wholly from shame. He got excited. His expressions grew coarse.

"Did I do it nicely last time? Would you like it again? I am longing for it! So are you, I can feel. Oh, how sweet you smell! How soft your beautiful legs are!"

Meanwhile the boy had put the shutters up and closed the shop.

"Shall we do it on the sofa? Put your dear little feet up. So! Never mind the boy; he's gone out to get his tea. We are quite alone. We can amuse ourselves all the afternoon in here, now. See, here's the syringe! It's awfully stiff. You shall feel it work, too. I know how to please you. I'm awfully randy."

"So am I," I said. And what fun! And it was to be so. I could see his instrument grow rigid. "What a fine syringe! Is it loaded? You'll syringe me nicely, won't you? Tell me, did you like me last time? Was it very, very nice? You're awfully large and stiff."

He undressed. I grew impatient. He assisted me in removing my walking dress. I slipped out of my skirts to stand wanton in my stays and stockings. Already I could feel my lower lips swell and slicken. I was now an easy prey to a man. He felt me all over. I was as excited as himself. Our lips met. Our tongues fondled each other. He bore me back to the sofa. I fell on my back. He toppled onto my belly.

"Open your legs! You're longing for it! How wet your pretty slit is! Let me put it in for you, darling. There it goes! It's in! Oh, God! How tight you are!"

He got right up me at the first lunge. Then he raised himself on his hands. He seemed to be contemplating his victory.

"It feels so nice-it's lovely! You're so stiff and strong."

He went to work. He churned up and down. I closed my eyes. I panted with the feeling of luxury which was fast increasing. He drove his limb into me up to the balls, and then withdrew it to the nut. My spasms came suddenly upon me. I kicked about with my legs, I heaved up my body. I squeaked aloud like a rabbit. I was not ashamed to return him his indecencies. I sang the praises of his long and lovely cock. I implored him not to spare me-to push as hard as he liked. To punish me with the thing. The old sofa trembled and groaned. His thrusts were lovely. He held on to me tighter than ever.