She laughed a long low laugh of happiness. She said: “Oh, I am delighted to hear you say you admire me’ And I am so glad to have you with me again. I have been pining for you. I am longing to be in bed with you again. Oh, my sweetheart! My love!” kissing me boldly, over and over again,
I sat down on an easy-chair, holding her on my knees with my arm round her waist; then I lifted up her skirts and admired her shapely legs, cased in pale blue silk stockings, held up by black satin garters; then, putting my hand up her petticoats, I opened the slit of her drawers, played with the silky hair on the lower part of her belly, and felt the cool, firm flesh of her bottom. I had a most tremendous cockstand, and I longed to poke her at that moment, as she sat on my knees; but I curbed my desire; thinking it would be better to wait till we got to bed, and then I should be quite fresh for a long night of pleasure,
So I took away my hand from the tempting “spot,” rather to the surprise and disappointment of Frances, who, thinking I was going to give her a “sitting poke “ had straddled out her legs so that I might be able to get my prick between her thighs. She glanced at me, with a yearning look in her great blue eyes which were moist and glistening, but she made no remark. I gave her a kiss, saying: “Let us wait till we are in bed, and then we shall enjoy our fun all the more.”
Then I asked: “How have you been getting on with Maud?”
“Very well indeed. She has been most good, and kind to me in every way. I like her very much,” she added, diffidently. “But she is not very well educated, and I don’t think she is quite a lady, though she has very good taste in dress.”
I laughed heartily, remarking: “You are a very observant young lady Maud is certainly not well-read, and I don’t think her parents were what are called ‘gentlefolks.’ She herself started in life as a chorus girl.”
A few moments after we had finished speaking, Maud came into the room and greeted me cordially. Then, looking waggishly at us, she said: “I see you two turtledoves are billing and cooing already. I hope I have not disturbed you. Shall J go away again?” she asked, with a sly smile. Frances jumped off my knees, laughing and blushing a little, and went up to Maud, who put her arm round the girl’s waist in an affectionate way, saying to me: “Haven’t I dressed her nicely? Isn’t she a pretty girl?”
I answered both questions in the affirmative; taking a good look at my old and my new sweetheart as they stood side by side. Frances was a couple of inches the tallest of the two; and though Maud was tastefully dressed, and was pretty, and ladylike; she was not nearly so pretty, nor had she the air of distinction possessed by Frances, who looked what she was: a refined, well-bred young lady.
Maud rang the bell, and the servant brought in a tray with a pretty tea service, which she set out on a little bamboo table near Frances; who looked very charming as she busied herself in the essentially feminine task of making and pouring out the tea.
We had a long chat, and I was glad to see that my two sweethearts were on very friendly terms; there was not the least constraint between them, and they had evidently made confidantes of each other.
After a time I told them to go and dress, as I intended taking them to dine at a restaurant. They were delighted, and ran off at once to get ready, returning in about half-an-hour, charmingly attired. I never can describe a woman’s dress, but I know that both my sweethearts looked very nice; though I think Frances was the more tastefully dressed of the two. We packed ourselves into a hansom, and drove to the Cafe Royal where we had an excellent dinner, and we drank a couple of bottles of champagne.
We were very merry, talking and laughing without cessation during the dinner. Frances was in one of her most lively moods, and her influence made Maud more talkative than usuaclass="underline" for, as a rule, she had not much to say for herself.
She was to be married in four days; and she informed us that her future husband was rather a slow-going fellow, and though she liked him fairly well, she did not love him. Then she said, laughing:
“I do not suppose he has the faintest idea of what men call the ‘pleasures of the rod’; but even if he has, I do not intend to let him birch me.”
Turning to me, and making a little grimace, she added: “I have had quite enough whipping from you, to last me my lifetime. No other man shall ever lay a rod across my bottom.”
We laughed; and Frances said: “Charley is very fond of whipping, I know, and he has made me fond of it too; but I have never had a chance of whipping anyone except one little boy, years ago. I told you all about it, Maud, and also how I liked doing it.”
“Yes,” replied Maud, laughing. “You told me all about it; and you also told me that the boy’s mother complained to Charley, and that he gave you a smart birching. But you did not tell me you liked that”
Frances laughed, saying: “I did not like it at all. I hated it. It was very painful. Charley gave me twelve hard cuts.”
“Yes,” I said, with a smile. “And you most certainly did not like them, judging from the way you kicked and squealed.”
She made a little face at me, and then went on: “Although I do not like being whipped myself, I must say that I should very much like to whip a pretty little boy, or a big, bouncing girl.”
I laughed, and Maud remarked: “It is a funny task. I have never felt the least inclination to whip, or to be whipped.”
We lingered over dessert, with coffee and liqueurs, until it got late, then we drove back to the villa, where we sat in the drawing-room for a short time while I smoked a cigar. Then Maud bade us good night, and as she left the room, said to me, with a little laugh: “Let the girl have some sleep to-night”
Taking Frances by the hand, I led her upstairs to the “nuptial chamber,” which was the largest room in the house. It was very prettily furnished, and well-lit by a soft-shaded lamp; the bed was a fine big one, in which I had many a time poked Maud; and across which I had many a time birched her.
I sat down on a chair and looked at Frances undressing herself, and I felt much more pleasure in watching the pretty creature discard her dainty, feminine garments, than I had ever felt while watching her taking off her male attire. Standing near the bed, she removed her pretty frock; then she unlaced, and took off her blue satin stays; next, sitting on a chair, she pulled off her little shoes, and then, unbuckling her garters, she drew off her tightly-fitting silk stockings; then, standing up again, she untied the strings of her drawers and petticoats, letting the garments fall to the floor; finally, she let her chemise slip from her polished shoulders, over her swelling bubbles and broad hips, down to her feet. Then, stepping clear of the pile of snowy draperies, she stood for a moment or two perfectly naked, smiling at me in a most enticing manner; but she soon hid her ravishing beauties under a pretty lace-trimmed nightdress, and got into bed. My cock was like a bar of iron; I had not had a woman for nearly a month; and I said to myself; “that it would cast her a groaning to take the edge off me. I tore off my clothes as quickly as possible, but I did not put out the light, and in an another moment I was in bed beside the lovely girl, who at once cuddled up close to me. Pulling up her nightdress to her neck, I clasped my arms round her yielding body, feeling it all over from head to foot, and I thought that her delicate skin was softer and smoother; and that her titties were rounder and firmer; and her bottom bigger and plumper; and that altogether she was more delicious in every way than when I last had her naked body in my arms.
She twined her legs round mine, and put her soft hand on my rampant prick, saying in a low tone of delight: “Oh, Charley! Isn’t it delicious to be in each other’s arms again?”
Then she added, squeezing my tool, and speaking with an affectation of fear: “Oh, how big it is to-night: I am quite afraid of it”
I pressed my lips to hers, and thrusting my tongue into her mouth, I kissed her that way; much to her astonishment, as I had never saluted her so before. “How do yon like being kissed in that fashion?” I asked. Her breath had been taken away by the ardour of my kisses; but as soon as she could speak, she said; “I liked it very much. I will kiss yon the same way now.” Then she put her velvety, hot little tongue, as far as it would go, into my mouth.