"Yes, miss. But he must not have too much corn. He gets too frisky. He hasn't work enough. He's too fond of his play."
"Is he indeed, Jim? I suppose there's lots of play round here. What was Mary playing with the other evening when she was here?" "Mary, miss? Why-how do you know Mary was here, miss?"
"How do you know I am here now, Jim?"
"'Cos I can see you myself, miss."
"Well then, Jim, it is because I saw Mary."
The young groom looked confused and rather silly. I put on my most childish air. My eye held his while a sort of fluttering smile beamed out on my rosy cheeks. I put my finger across my lips. I glanced half fearfully, half poutingly towards the door. Jim rested his fork against the manger and stood staring at me doubtfully.
"I hope, miss, you won't be hard on us. We were only having a little talk together. We might have had a minute's play to pass the time."
"I know what she was playing with, Jim."
Jim caught my expression. He was evidently alarmed and perplexed.
"Would you like to play with me a little, Jim?"
His face changed suddenly. It was if he had caught up his stage cue and could go on. My eye wandered again to the door.
"Oh, Miss Eveline-if you were only in earnest!"
"Lock the door, Jim."
He went promptly and passed the bolt.
"You seemed to like Mary very much. Is she your sweetheart, Jim?"
"Lord, no, miss. I rather wish she wouldn't come slipping in here when I'm at work. I'm not over fond of her, I can tell you, miss. She'll be getting me into trouble with her tricks. I was only having a bit of fun with her."
"Would you like to have a bit of fun with me, Jim?"
He had come back, and stood close to me.
"Oh, miss, that would not be for the likes of me! You are such a beautiful young lady-so thorough-bred. The servants all say you're an angel."
His face flushed. He looked the image of doubt and timidity.
"You may play with me, if you like, Jim. I am only flesh and blood like Mary, but you must not kiss and tell."
I extended my gloved hand. He caught it up, squeezed it, and kissed it.
We both listened. All was absolutely still at that hour. We were alone. My desire rose stronger and stronger.
"Is the door locked, Jim? Then kiss me!"
His eyes sparkled. I put up my face to his. He put his rough big hands around my waist. He drew me to him and covered my face with kisses. His confidence seemed to come back to him. He was no longer afraid to venture; in fact he showed evident symptoms of quickly rising passion. The young man was transformed. I watched with surprise the effects of my childish nonsense. His eyes glistened lewdly as he kissed me. His lips grew hot and shot his warm sweet breath in my face. I grew excited as I noted the result of my indulgence. There is no pleasure for a woman equal to the delight of witnessing the sexual transports of which she is the cause. He put his hands on my bosom. He pressed me rapturously in his arms. I felt a hard thing against my belly.
"Oh, Jim! How rough and strong you are! You must not do that!"
I put down my right hand. It encountered his limb, over which the thin breeches he wore were tightly stretched. I could see the nut bulge against the coarse material.
"Oh, Jim! Is this what Mary was playing with?"
The young fellow had no better reply than a grin. He had one hand round my waist, but with the other he quickly unbuttoned his flap. He released his shirt. It stuck out horribly in front. Under it was something I meant to investigate. I pushed the shirt aside. My hand closed on his limb-a monstrous affair quite as large as that of the "Teapot" and much nicer to feel. It was at least nine inches long and awfully thick! I laughed and pointed at it. He had lost all reserve now. I took a good look at his big thing. He had two large balls below. He was very hairy, much more so than John. He became dreadfully excited-quite mad with mere animal desire. He seized me again in his powerful arms.
"Jim! For shame-you must not do that! You are lifting me off my feet!"
He had his hand up my clothes. I struggled in vain to keep my balance. I had sown the wind-I was about to reap the whirlwind.
There were some trusses of straw in an empty stall. He lifted me bodily, turned me round, and threw me upon them. I fell on my back. Jim pressed down over me.
"Let me get up! Do you hear, Jim? I am frightened! Oh, it is too bad!"
He ruthlessly pulled up all my clothes. I wore no drawers. Everything was at his mercy. He was like a lion in his rage.
My thighs were exposed as I lay. He felt me all about-my legs, even my buttocks. He bent over me and held me forcibly down. He knelt between my legs. His monstrous limb stood stiff-impatient- fiercely erect, almost against his hairy belly.
"Oh, Jim, do you want to kill me? Let me go, I say!"
He dragged me towards himself. He opened my thighs. I thought it best to lie still. His intention was only too plain.
"No, but I mean to stroke you, if I swing for it. It will be nicey nicey presently. Only let me put it in."
"To stroke me, Jim?"
"Well, anyhow, to have you."
"What do you mean, Jim? Dear Jim! Do let me go!"
"Well, damn it, to roger you! It's too late to stop now. You're such a lovely little treat, you know, Miss Eveline! Who'd have thought you would have come in here just as I was feeling so randy?"
"What do you mean by 'randy,' Jim?"
All this time he was making awkward attempts with the huge knob of his weapon against my parts.
I put down my hand as if to defend myself. No wonder he could not get it in! The head of his limb was the size of a large egg-plum! I intended to brave all. In reality I was as lewdly inclined as he was. Secretly I enjoyed his brutality. My excitement rose to erotic fury. I made as though to divert his attack. He continued his cruel thrusts. I suddenly placed the tip of the knob between the humid lips. I clenched my teeth. So far from flinching, I bore up to him. I wanted the whole thing inside me. I felt he was in the right place; but oh, the stretching, the striving, the pushing! At last the thing went in-in-up my vagina-opening it as it had never been opened. He went to work — to "stroke" me, as he called it. He pushed furiously. The straw was elastic. We bounded up and down. I met each lunge with a cry of lewd delight. Soon the pleasure was awful. I rolled in an agony of lecherous frenzy.
"Oh, my goodness! Oh! Oh! It's getting nicey nicey! Oh, Jim! You're stroking me now, Jim, ain't you?"
The man could only grunt and thrust. He was in ecstasy. While he was having me, he kept stopping to grip me tighter-to push in closer. He gasped-he snorted with the pleasure. I kept on coming. My spasms never ceased all the time he was in me.
"Oh, Jim, don't push so hard! You are so dreadfully big. You're too far in. Oh! My goodness, how you are thrusting! It's all wet! How lovely it feels now! Push! Push now, Jim!"
"Good Lord, miss! I'm coming-oh!"
He gave some thrusts, the like of which were new to me. They caused me to come again. They were short, hard jerks. I felt him discharge right into me. The hot seed came from him in jets. I closed my eyes-my limbs quivered in the luxury of wallowing in this common fellow's sperm. I received every drop in my belly. He seemed to take a deliciously long time in spending. At last he lay still.
"You must never stroke me again, Jim."
"Not until next time, I hope, miss."
He assisted me to rise. I could hardly stand. I regained the house. I entered with my own key. I regained my chamber unobserved. My face in the glass was more like that of a ghost. Jim's spendings were running down my legs and all over my silk stockings.