Ford soon went off to bed with Rose; but I was still determined not to poke one of the girls. They were more or less pretty, and well-made; but not one of them was so pretty or so well-shaped at Frances; nor had one of them a whiter skin, firmer bubbles, or a plumper bottom than my sweetheart Moreover, they were all probably poked every day by different men; whereas Frances was virgin to every one but me. So, though I had a tremendous cockstand, I resisted all the girls’ blandishments; thinking to myself that I would make Frances wriggle her bottom in fine style when I got home.
I disengaged myself from the clinging arms of the two girls who were still sitting on my knees; bade them all good night; and then left the room with Mrs. Leslie, who took me into an adjoining apartment, where I paid her for my share of the entertainment.
Then, merely out of curiosity to hear what she would say, I resolved to ask her about Frances. So I said, in an indifferent way; “I believe you had a girl named Frances Howard living with you a few years ago.”
She tightened her lips, frowned slightly, and cast a sharp glance at me, asking brusquely: “How did you get to know that?”
“I heard it in a roundabout way,” I replied with an unmoved face. Then I asked in an innocent manner: “Do you know what has become of her?”
“No, I do not,” she answered, curtly.
“Will you tell me all you know about her? I give you my word that nothing you tell me shall go further.”
“Oh, I don’t mind telling yon about the girl. She was at school with a lady whom I knew; and she told me that she could not keep the girl, as her money had all been expended, and she had no friends of any sort who could pay for her. I offered to take her into my house and keep her. I frankly tell yon that I did so because she was a pretty girl, and I meant to make use of her. If I had not taken her, she would have been sent to the workhouse.” Here Mrs. Leslie paused for a moment, then said with a smile: “The schoolmistress did not know the sort of establishment the girl was going to
“I kept her for six months, and then I asked her to do as all the other girls did; but she positively refused. I was very much annoyed, and I gave her three sound spankings, on three successive days; but she was a stubborn girl, and she would not give in. So I told her to leave my house in twenty-four hours; only meaning to frighten her; as I really had no intention of turning her out. But the silly girl took me at my word, and she ran away next morning, taking with her a complete set of my son’s clothes; but leaving four pounds to pay for the things. And as she had cut off her hair, I supposed she had dressed herself up in the boy’s clothes. I have never heard of her since; and I have often wondered what became of her.”
I affected surprise, saying: “It was a funny thing for a girl to run away in boy’s clothes.”
“Yes, it was very strange. But Frances was always a queer girl in many ways. She was a clever girl, and she had a strong character.”
“She must have had,” I observed, smiling in a childlike manner.
Mrs. Leslie did not ask me why I had inquired about Frances, and I did not offer her any explanation. But I believe she spoke the truth when she said that she had not really meant to turn the girl adrift.
Having heard all I wanted from Mrs. Leslie, I bade her “good night,” and left the house; luckily coming across a belated hansom, and reached home at two o’clock in the morning. I let myself in with my latchkey and went quietly up to the bedroom, finding Frances fast asleep, and looking so lovely that I felt delighted at knowing I was in full vigour. Her silky, golden hair was streaming over the lace-bordered pillow, one arm was thrown over her head, her cheeks had a delicate pink tinge, and her rosy lips were curved with a slight smile, as if she were dreaming pleasantly. I undressed and got into bed without waking her; then taking her in my arms, I roused her with a shower of hot kisses.
“Oh, Charley!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms round my neck, and returning my kisses. “I was dreaming that I was in your arms, and now my dream has come true. I am so glad you have come home. I was afraid you were going to stay away all night”
Then, slipping her hand on to my tool, which was in full erection, she laughed gleefully, saying: “It is quite ready for me!” Then she settled herself well down upon her back, pulled her nightgown out of the way, and extended her thighs.
I buried my face in the valley between her splendid bubbles, kissing the warm, perfumed flesh, and sucking the delicious little nipples; at the same time squeezing with both hands the plump, firm flesh of her magnificent bottom. But I was too excited to spend time in dalliance, so I placed myself in position between her legs, and gave full vent to my long pent-up passions; fucking the lovely girl with such hot lust, and with such tremendous force, that she panted, sighed, and groaned under my thrusts; and I could feel the flesh of her bottom twitching in the grasp of my hands, when she felt herself inundated with the hot torrent. When she had recovered her breath, she said: “Oh, Charley, that was very nice! What has made you so excited to-night? You have not done it so strongly to me since the afternoon you spanked me.” Then she added with a laugh: “I believe you have been spanking some girl or other.”
“No, t have not,” I replied laughing, and kissing her. “You are the only girl I ever spank now.”
She cuddled up to me, and after a little rest, began to play with my half-stiff prick in such a skilful way that in a short rime it was ready for action: so I again mounted and rode another delightful course. Soon afterwards we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
We did not do “it” again during the short remainder of the night, but when morning came, we woke up with renewed vigour and had a couple of good pokes. For the first one, I made her get outside the bed, and kneel down on all-fours with her legs well separated, and her head resting on the pillow; then I turned her nightdress up to her shoulders, and admired her grand white bottom stuck out so prominently; and, owing to the position in which she was kneeling, I could see the lower part of the pink lips of her pretty, golden-haired, little cunt. Kneeling behind her, I clasped my hands in front of her soft, warm belly; then I thrust my prick between her half-open thighs, deep into the tight slit, until my balls touched her bottom, and poked her in “dog-fashion,” while she moved her loins backwards and forwards briskly to meet my digs.
The second poke was a “St George.” I lay upon my back with my prick pointing up in the air; then Frances knelt over me in a straddling position, with one knee on each side of my body, but with her back turned towards my face, so that I might have a full view of her bottom while the work was going on. She knew what to do; and as I opened the lips of her cunt with my fingers, she lowered herself down till she was spitted on the dart; then, moving herself up and down on her knees, she rubbed my stiff member between the clinging folds of her vagina in a most delightful way; while I, to stimulate her, slapped her bottom with both my hands, till her white skin turned rosy red. And when the discharge took place, she fell forward on her face in a transport of voluptuous excitement, thus dragging the weapon out of its sheath and causing me to sprinkle her upturned bottom with white drops.
Then I got up, went to my dressing-room, had my bath, dressed, and went down to the dining-room, where I was soon joined by Frances, looking as blooming as a rose, and charmingly pretty in a fresh, crisp morning frock. We both had good appetites, and as we ate our breakfast, we charted gaily, but I did not tell her about my visit to Mrs. Leslie.
I remained at home all the morning, and after lunch we drove to Richmond, dined there, and arrived back at the villa about eleven o’clock.