Half frantic with desire, I laid her on her back, and pulled the bed-clothes down to her feet, while she at once stretched out her legs widely, and slightly arched her loins, so that I might be able to get into her with as little difficulty as possible. Putting my hands under her, I clasped the cheeks of her bottom, and extended myself on her naked bosom; her round, firm titties feeling like small elastic cushions under my breast; then pressing my lips to hers, I thrust my tongue again deeply into her fragrant mouth; at the same time forcing my prick up to the roots in her tight cunt with a few powerful movements of my loins. Then I began to fuck her slowly, but strongly; she put her arms round my neck, clasped her legs round my loins; her soft, warm thighs pressing my sides closely, and bucked up in splendid style: her whole body quivering from the violence of my thrusts. She panted, and groaned, and occasionally uttered a little squeak, as she heaved up her bottom, and bounded under me in voluptuous ecstasy, gasping out in broken accents: “Oh-Charley! — Oh-my-love! My-love!” I poked away vigorously, my strokes gradually increasing in rapidity; while she plunged and bounced so violently, that my prick was nearly jerked out of its place; but, grasping the cheeks of her bottom tightly, I held her in position, and soon was giving her the short digs. “Oh-it-it! it-is-coming! Oh-do-it-quick! — Quicker! Oh-it-it-it!”
The supreme moment arrived. I “spent” profusely; and she gasped, sighed, wriggled, and squirmed in a most lascivious manner; the lips of her cunt tightly clipping my half-stiff prick; and as each hot jet of sperm spurted up her vagina, I could feel the flesh of her bottom quiver and twitch in my hands; and when she had drained me dry, and had stopped sighing and wriggling; she exclaimed in a tone of rapture: “Oh, that was most delicious!”
I withdrew, and lay beside her, and she pressed her naked body against mine, lying quietly for a short time. Then, raising her head, she looked in my face with a smile curving her moist red lips, and a sensuous gleam in her big blue eyes; coolly saying: “Do it again.”
I laughed; but as not more than ten minutes had passed since I had taken my tool out of her cunt, I was not in a condition to go to work again.
“You know very well I can’t do it again so soon. Feel how limp ‘it’ is at this moment,” I said, pinching her bottom.
She put her hand on my member, and felt it, saying with a laugh: “It certainly could not get into me now.”
Then we had a little talking; she all the time keeping her hand on my prick, and as soon as she felt it stiffening, she began to squeeze it, and to draw the foreskin backwards and forwards over the nut, so that in a short time the weapon was again fit for use. “There,” she said, triumphantly, “it is quite ready; and so am L Put it in.”
I turned her on to her side; and lying close behind her with toy belly against the warm cushions of her bottom, I put my prick between her thighs into her wet cunt; then, holding her in my arms, and placing my hands on her swelling bubbles, I poked her in the side position, which was a favourite one with us both. Shortly afterwards we fell asleep; but whenever I woke in the night, I always found Frances lying close to me with her soft legs thrown over mine. Then I would poke her, and go to sleep again. And once or twice, she happened to wake when I was asleep; but she soon woke me by gently pulling my tool; and then we again made “the beast with two backs.” So that altogether we passed nearly the whole night in a succession of delicious amorous combats in various positions; and when morning came, I was pretty well played out, though Frances seemed to be nearly as fresh as ever.
At half-past ten o’clock we got up, had our baths, and dressed; Frances putting on a very pretty morning frock in which she looked most charming; then we went down to breakfast.
Maud received us with a smile, saying: “Well, you two have had a fine, long night of it. I suppose he did not let you have much sleep, Frances?”
She smiled, but made no reply; and I remarked: “Frances would not let me sleep when I wanted to do so; she can’t reproach me for keeping her awake.”
“I am not going to reproach you,” she said, laughing. “I think we were both equally to blame,”
Laughing merrily, the three of us sat down to a very good breakfast, to which Frances, and I, did full justice, for we stood greatly in need of refreshment after our labours.
When the meal was over, Maud went off to meet her lover; and after I had smoked a cigar, I took Frances out for a stroll in Regent’s Park.
XI
Three days afterwards, Maud was married; but neither I nor Frances went to the wedding. However, just before my old sweetheart left the house on the “happy day,” I gave her a cheque sufficiently large to pay for her furniture, and leave something over as a wedding present I also gave her a kiss, and we parted the best of friends, after a liaison which had lasted upwards of five years. I believe she made a good wife, and she eventually became a mother, and while she lived in the neighbourhood I used occasionally to meet her in the streets, when we always had a little chat, but I never attempted to enter into an intrigue with her, though I have no doubt she would have let me poke her, had I wished to do so. After a time, she and her husband left London, and I never saw her again. So Maud passes out of this true story.
Frances and I settled down to spend our “honeymoon” quietly together. The servants who had remained in the villa were two in number: a cook, and a housemaid, both of them discreet, middle-aged women, who had been with Maud for five years, and consequently they were well-known to me; they also knew my ways, and were never surprised at anything I did.
The days slipped away pleasantly. Frances was a charming companion in every way; she was clever and witty, and, as she always read the daily papers, she could converse with me sensibly on all the topics of the day. A thing few women can do. Moreover, she was invariably good-tempered, and ready at all times to do anything I asked her; and what pleased me particularly was her extreme daintiness; she never came down to breakfast slipshod or untidy; but she always made her appearance, fresh and rosy from her bath, prettily dressed, and with her hair neatly arranged. In this respect, and in many others, she differed entirely from Maud, who had been in the habit of coming down in the morning wearing a wrapper and slippers, and with her hair twisted up carelessly.
Frances had excellent taste, and as I did not stint her in money, she soon added to her original “trousseau,” a number of pretty frocks; and whenever she was out with me, her lovely face and tasteful dress always attracted respectful notice; for there was nothing “fast-looking” in her appearance. She was thoroughly ladylike, and I was proud of my sweetheart. I had made arrangements with a livery stable-keeper, so that she always had a well-appointed victoria or brougham at her service, and we used often to drive out together.
I was a member of a couple of good clubs, which I visited whenever I felt inclined; and Frances, being a sensible girl, never objected to my leaving her alone. She had plenty of resources of her own, and as she was fond of reading, she used to have a box of books sent to her from Mudie’s every week. So I amused myself just as I chose, but I generally dined at home with Frances, who always dressed for dinner, and the repast was sure to be a good one, for the cook was skilful, and could always be depended upon to send up a properly cooked meal.