“Oh, dear me! Did you see me do that?” she said, looking a little shamefaced for a moment; then she added, with a gleam of merriment in her eyes:
“It was such a funny little morsel It felt just like a worm. But you must have been surprised to see me do such a thing?”
“No, I was not,” I replied laughing. Ton had the boy lying across your knees with his trousers down, and it was quite natural that you should have wished to feel what he had between his legs. You were a big girl at the time, and all big girls like to touch little boys’ things.” And, I added, “all big boys like to touch little girls’ things.”
She looked at me for a moment, with a demure expression on her face, but with a twinkle in her eyes; then she remarked: “Do they really?”
I rolled her over, pulled her nightgown up, and played with her; paddling with her bubbles, pinching the cheeks of her bottom in turn; pulling the soft, silky hair which covered the “mons veneris,” and tickling the “spot,” till she got very excited. Her bosom heaved, a sensuous look came into her eyes, her cheeks flushed, and she stretched out her legs; evidently wishing me to poke her. I was quite ready for the job, so, clasping her in my arms, I got into her; this time without much difficulty, as there was nothing to bar the passage, though it was very tight.
She winced, uttering a low cry as my prick again stretched her sore, little cunt, but she braced herself up, clenching her teeth, and holding her breath for a moment I began to fuck her vigorously, but as slowly as I could, for I wanted to make the pleasure last as long as possible.
My lips were on hers, my breast was on her bosom, my hands gripped the cheeks of her bottom, and at each thrust I drove my prick into her, as far as it would go; then, drawing it out again through the dinging folds of her cunt, till only the tip of the weapon remained in the sheath, I again forced it-in up to the hilt, with powerful movements of my loins; making Frances bound and wriggle in voluptuous pain.
It was delicious! She worked her loins vigorously, heaving up her bottom to meet my downthrusts, groaning a little, but embracing me rightly, and evidently enjoying the poke. In a very short time I was obliged to come to the short digs; she wriggled, and squeaked; the spasm seized us both at the same moment, and as I discharged, she “came,” uttering a long, shuddering sigh, squirming under me, and wriggling her bottom in a most lively fashion;-hugging me tightly, and actually biting my shoulder in her delicious ecstasy, till she had taken in every drop of moisture from my still stiff prick, round which the lips of her cunt dung tightly, as if loath to let go.
It had been a most delightful poke. I do not think I had ever enjoyed a woman more. I held her in my arms till she had done panting and sighing; then giving her a kiss, I asked her how she had liked her second lesson in the “art of love.”
“Oh,” she replied, “it was rather painful at first, but after a few seconds, I had no sense of pain, my only feeling being one of pleasure; and at the last, the sensation was quite delightful, when I felt a peculiar thrill pass over me, and the hot stuff gushed out of you. It seemed to go right up me in a burning stream, and I could not help twisting myself about. Oh! it was nice!”
I did not poke her again, but we had a little amorous dalliance, which she entered into with spirit, thoroughly enjoying the fun, and showing that she had a decidedly voluptuous disposition.
At last I told her to go to her room, and rumple her bed, so that it should look as if it had been slept in as usual.
She laughed, and jumping out of bed, huddled on her cloches; then she picked up the blood-stained towels, saying: I will take these away, and when I am having my bath I win wash them, and leave them in the bathroom.” Then she added, looking with a meaning smile at me: “I have had to wash many a towel before now.”
“By Jove! Frances,” I exclaimed. “It is lucky you thought of the towels. I should have forgotten all about the, and left them lying on the floor. Now give me a kiss, and ran away.”
She came to the bedside, and bending over me, pressed her soft lips on mine in a long kiss; then she left the room, and I tamed over on to my side, and went to sleep; not waking until my man brought in my bath.
VIII
I went down to breakfast at the usual hour, but Frances did not make her appearance until I had nearly finished my meal; then she came running into the room, smilingly apologized for being late, and took her seat at the table. She was dressed in a well-made suit of light clothes, and it was hard to believe that the well-groomed, good-looking young “gentleman” sitting opposite to me, was the girl whose maidenhead I had taken only a few hours previously. Her face was rather pale, and her eyes were a little heavy, but she looked cheerful, and was apparently quite unconcerned at the loss of her virginity.
“Well, Frances,” I said, helping her to a devilled kidney, “I hope you have a good appetite. How do you feel? Is the spot sore?”
She smiled and blushed slightly, but replied with perfect coolness: “My appetite is not quite so good as usual. I feel rather languid; and the ‘spot’ is soil a little sore; though I bathed it well with cold water when I was taking my bath.”
“Never mind. The soreness will soon pass off,” I said, going over to her and kissing her cheek. “Oh, I don’t mind it a bit. I love you!” she exclaimed; throwing her arms round my neck, and returning my kiss with interest. I was pleased with the girl’s affection, for I had become really fond of her; so I took her in my arms, and gave her a good hug.
Then, as I had some business to do in Winchester, I ordered the dog-cart to be got ready, and I asked Frances if she would like to come with me. But she said with a little smile, that she preferred to remain quiet for the day; so giving her a parting kiss, I went away.
My business occupied me till late in the afternoon, and when I got back home, I went straight up to my room, so that I did not see Frances until we met at dinner. And then I was glad to see that-she was looking quite herself again; her cheeks had regained their delicate pink colour, and her pretty, blue eyes were as limpid and bright as ever. We were both hungry, and as the cook had sent up a nice little dinner, we did full justice to it, and we drank a bottle of champagne. Throughout the meal, Frances was in high spirits, and full of fun, making me laugh several times with her humorous remarks.
After I had smoked a cigar, we went into the drawing-room, and I sat in an easy-chair near the open window, while Frances sat on a stool beside me, resting her arm on my knee; end it suddenly struck me that she ought now to tell me all about the mysterious ladies who had kept her for sis months, and then turned her out.
So I said: “Frances, I wish you to give me all particulars about your life with the ladies who took you from the school; and yon must tell me the true reason why they ill-treated you, and why they told you to go away from their house. I also want to know what put it into your head to pass yourself off as a boy.”
She took my hand and pressed it, saying: I will tell you everything. There shall be no secrets between us now.”
She began-“I have never told you a lie, though, as you know, I acted one for years. My full name is Frances Howard, and, as I long ago informed you, my father and mother both died in India, when I was a little over nine years of age. A month after their death, I was sent to England, and put to school in an establishment at Highgate, where there were about twenty other girls of various ages. We were well treated, and well taught, and though the mistress-whose name was Blake-was strict, she was just and kind. She sometimes used the rod, but the punishment was inflicted in private; no girl ever being allowed to see another girl birched. I myself, never received a blow of any son during the whole time I was at the school; Mrs. Blake was kind to me, and I was fairly happy. Five years passed over quietly. I was fourteen years of age, and had never been away from the establishment for a day; when one morning, Mrs. Blake called me into her private sitting-room, and told me that she was sorry to say she could not keep me any longer in her school, as she had not received any money to pay for my board and education, for six months past: and she also informed me, that the banker, with whom my money had been lodged, had written to say that my account was overdrawn, and that there was no more cash coming to me.