We sat side by side upon the sofa. His arm was round me; with his right hand he caressed by bosom. We exchanged burning kisses. I boldly laid my hand on his limb. It was hard and stiff and seemed half as long as his thigh.
"Does that give you pleasure, dear Papa?"
"It is delicious, my darling Eveline."
"May I undo the buttons?" I whispered.
He saved me the trouble; my daintily gloved hand was pushed inside, I held his limb in my grasp. Meanwhile he was busy with my legs and his touches penetrated quickly to my naked thighs. I wore no drawers. His limb seemed larger than ever. My skirts had been arranged for the occasion. He gasped in his eager lust.
"How happy you make me, dear Papa!"
He embraced me rapturously.
"Your touches are more intoxicating than wine, my sweet Eveline."
He gloated over my shoes, my silk stockings. He passed his trembling hand softly up and down over all. I had rightly gauged his fancy.
A sudden movement released the noble limb. I saw it standing up stiffly. I seized on it again. I beheld the long white shaft, the mottled blue veins, the purple head-all, all for me at last!
I gently moved my hand up and down, covering and uncovering the big nut.
"Does that hurt, Papa?"
"No, my darling, you give me delicious sensations."
"I am so glad, papa! What a sweet things this is!"
"I rejoice in possessing your love, my child. You may continue to feel it. Do you also really enjoy the excitement you experience in handling it?"
"Yes, certainly I do! I am never so happy as when my hand is around it."
"Dear girl! What lovely soft gloves you have! I love to see them daintily clasped round the impudent fellow. See how he raises his red head! My Eveline, you must not deny him; you must let him have his way tonight."
"I am yours only, dear Papa! Do with me what you wish."
"We will intoxicate ourselves with pleasure, Eveline, but we must be careful and take all possible precautions against any mischance."
He pushed me back gently upon the sofa. He loosened his clothes to be more at his ease. He raised my legs upon the couch and knelt between them. Then he sank softly down towards my bust and I felt him endeavoring to adjust his limb to the lips of my slit. He set his teeth hard and pushed his loins forward. I opened my legs for him.
"Oh, Papa! Dear Papa! You hurt me-you do hurt me so! Oh! Oh!"
He thrust again. There was no mistake this time, and at least half his long limb was in me. I felt it throbbing in my vagina. Then came more thrusting against a contraction I well knew how to apply.
"Papa! Papa! You are killing me! Oh, it is too much! I cannot bear it-indeed you hurt dreadfully! Good Heavens! I shall die! Take it away-oh!"
He had done his worst. I felt my parts dilate; his limb passed up me. He was at last in the full enjoyment of my person. The whole length of his delicious thing was in me to his balls which I felt bang against me underneath.
The pleasure was celestial.
He worked up and down, evidently intent on the delight he experienced. I resigned myself-I even assisted him with a gentle undulation of my loins.
"My Eveline, my sweet girl, the pain has passed; there is nothing but pleasure left now. There! There! Feel how it throbs, the poor thing! Let it go in. There now, open your dear thighs-so."
I lay gasping in an agony of spasmodic convulsions. At length I felt he was approaching the climax. With a sob of rapture, he discharged right into me. I felt his hot sperm spouting up me. It was too much ecstasy. At length, he slowly withdrew. I quickly snatched a steel pin from my hair and pricked myself on the edge of my parts. Seeing I was unable to move and apparently faint, he promptly applied his handkerchief, even before I could find mine.
"My darling Eveline-you have indeed suffered! You have bled, my child, my kerchief is stained with blood."
"Cruel Papa! But I love you."
Sir Edward opened a door-a dressing room with toilet arrangements was disclosed. He led me there.
"Quick, Eveline, wash well and with cold water. Here, put a few drops of this brandy in the basin. My darling, be sure you are thorough in your present petite toilette."
In a few minutes I felt myself again. The thing was done. I had gained my end. My theories were correct; nothing could ever equal the pleasure he had given me.
We sat together on the sofa, our hands linked, his arm round my waist.
He looked at the clock. It was yet early.
"We came away from the Opera in good time, we need not hurry. I want to enjoy my sweet Eveline again. Does she regret what we have done?"
"No, Papa. Great men are excused faults which in ordinary people are crimes. In my eyes you are a great man. You remember that Charlemagne enjoyed two of his own daughters? He was only a great soldier like my papa."
"Yes, indeed, but how did you come to know that?"
"I read it in Voltaire-when I was in Paris."
"But how come they let you read Voltaire at school?"
"Oh, with a little of one's pocket money there is no difficulty in getting the concierge to do one so trifling a favor as to buy a book. I had four little volumes from him which he bought for me expressly and kept in his lodge. I had a great fancy to read Voltaire's account of Charlemagne. Was it wrong to do so, Papa?"
"No, my child-only you seem to have run a risk of being detected."
"There is no pleasure without risk. Are you intoxicated already with yours, dear Papa?"
"No, my darling Eveline, let us have more. Let us do it again!"
I put my hand on his limb. He released it for me to caress. It rose stiffly under my touches. It regained all its grand dimensions. I bent down my head and kissed it. I opened my lips, took the big knob into my mouth and sucked it. It was delicious. Papa groaned with rapture.
I pretended a lack of expertise, which prompted a fury in him I had never seen but soon fancied. He shoved my head down and thrust himself deeper. I took it all. We were mutually excited. He took me in his arms. He laid me again upon the sofa, raised my clothes and lay again on my body. My slit needed no coaxing. He entered my parts and had me again deliciously. He discharged copiously. I sucked in every drop of his sperm. I could have screamed with the pleasure, had I dared.
A little later we descended to the private entrance of the restaurant. Papa called the cab which stood opposite. As he closed the doors of the hansom, I recognized the man with the hare-lip.
BOOK TWO
Chapter 1
Papa is absent fishing about Maidenhead somewhere. He loves the art. As far as I can see he never catches anything. Lady L is taking advantage of the opportunity as usual to go in for any extra quantity of champagne and soda. Sippett is, also as usual, assiduous of her mistress's interest regulated in diminutive proportion to her own. Mrs. Lockett is the only active person on the establishment and she is about to visit some friends at Croydon this afternoon. The carriage has gone to Kensington to meet Papa, and will not return till six p.m. It is now exactly ten minutes to five.
I was all alone. I was not "at home" to callers. I was lazy and idle. There is an old saying about idle hands and the devil. I suppose that was why he prompted me. Or was it some lesser imp endowed with the power of knowing exactly what Eveline demanded? I had on my walking dress. I had just come in. No one had seen me, or heard me. I went out again and closed the door with my latchkey. I would go round myself and see how my horse was and give my orders myself for the morning. Possibly Jim would be there. I met no one in the mews. I entered our stable. My horse was comfortable in his stall. Jim was making the beds ready for the carriage horses on their return. "Good afternoon, Jim. I see you look after my new horse well."