“Oh, indeed!” said I, with a laugh. “That is very flattering to me. But perhaps she was joking?”
“I don’t think she was. Why don’t you make love to her? You know she is a well-made woman, and you heard her say, the day I whipped her, that she would tike to feel herself b the arms of a vigorous man. Take her in your arms some day, and kiss her well. I know she is voluptuous, and I am almost certain she will let you ‘have’ her.”
“Well,” said I, laughing, “there is an old saw, which says, ‘Never kiss the maid when you can kiss the mistress.’ But as you won’t let me ‘kiss’ you any more, I may perhaps try for the governess some day. However, if she shows any coyness, I will let her alone. I won’t bother myself to regularly make love to her.”
Frances smiled, saying: “Think over what I have told you. And call on me whenever you like. I shall always be glad to see my ‘guardian.’ But,” she added with a. laugh, “he must not attempt to take any more liberties with his ward.” Then she added: “I must run away and dress, as I am going out for a drive with Arthur.”
So saying, she shook hands with me, and tripped out of the room, leaving me feeling rather forlorn. But, after all, I really had nothing to complain of. Frances had always treated me fairly; and in the present case she had acted in a perfectly straightforward manner. I went off to my club, and I played a rubber of whist; then I had a good dinner, with a bottle of champagne; and by the time I had smoked my cigar, I felt much better, and quite reconciled to the idea of Frances’ marriage. Then I began to think about Miss Martin. I had sometimes been inclined to get up an intrigue with her; but had hitherto refrained, out of a feeling of faithfulness towards Frances. But now that all was over between us, I said to myself that I would have a try at the buxom governess before she left her present situation. She had a nice face; her figure was undeniable, and she had a grand bottom.
A few days passed uneventfully; then I received a note from Frances, written b her brief style. It said:
“Dear Charley, I shall be out all day. Call at three o’clock, and ask for me as usual. Miss Martin will be at home alone. Make the attempt! I think you will succeed.
Yours, Frances.” P.S. “She knows nothing about this little plot.”
I laughed and at once made up my mind to try my luck. At three o’clock I called at the house and asked for Mrs. Markham.
The maid told me that her mistress was out, but that Miss Martin was at home. I said that I would see her, so I was shown up to the drawing-room, where I found the lady comfortably seated in an easy-chair beside the fire, reading a novel
She appeared to be glad to see me, shaking hands with me warmly, and informing me that she was all alone, as Mrs. Markham had gone out to spend the day. I feigned surprise at hearing that; then I sat down beside her and we began to chat I do not think she meant to attract my attention to her figure; but my eyes were attracted, and I thought she was looking very desirable. She was leaning back in her chair in an attitude which displayed the swelling contours of her luxuriant bosom, and the curves of her broad hips; her feet were on the fender, and she showed her neat ankles clad in black silk stockings.
After a few ordinary remarks, we began to talk about Mrs. Markham’s approaching marriage, and also about matrimony in general. Then we got upon the subject of love, free and untrammelled, and I quoted some rather erotic passages from Swinburne’s “Songs before Sunrise”; at the same time taking her hand, and squeezing it. The pressure was slightly returned. Keeping possession of her hand, I bent over and kissed her cheek. She shrank away slightly, but did not appear to be offended; so I sat down on the floor at her feet and put my left arm found her waist; then, pressing my mouth to her full red lips, I put my right hand up her petticoats and took hold of her plump leg just below the frill of her drawers. She closed her eyes, a blush rose to her cheeks, and her bosom began to flutter; but she never moved; so, thrusting my hand higher up among the flounced draperies, I opened the slit of her drawers and touched her cunt She started, and uttered a little ejaculation; then throwing one leg over the other, she gripped my hand tightly between her warm thighs; but she did not say a word. I had taken the outworks without any trouble, so I knew that I should soon occupy the fortress!
Taking her up in my arms-she was no light weight-I carried her to the sofa and laid her down upon it; then putting both my hands up her petticoats, I unfastened her drawers and palled them down to her heels. Then my hand strayed all over her most secret charms. I stroked and squeezed her great big bottom, the flesh of which was firm, and I played with the long locks of soft hair which covered the lower pan of her belly; and finally I tickled the “spot” with my forefinger. When she felt it, she squirmed, and covered her blushing face with both her hands; but she lay quite still.
I unbuttoned my trousers; raised her petticoats, stretched out her legs, and got between them; then clasping my hands under her bottom, I began to poke her. But I had actually to part with my fingers, the long, thick hair which completely hid the lips of her cunt, before I could get the weapon into the sheath.
She struggled a little, for form’s sake, exclaiming in a low tone:
“Oh, don’t! What are you doing? I won’t have it!”
However, when I had fairly got into her; she abandoned herself entirely to me, and settled down on her back.
As she had not been poked for upwards of eight years, her cunt had contracted, so that it was wonderfully tight and small, for a woman of her age.
I fucked vigorously, but as slowly as possible; and she seemed to be rather tender; for she winced a little as my big prick stretched the “spot,” which had been virgin for so long a. time. But, nevertheless, she liked the embrace; meeting my thrusts well, and heaving up her bottom in a brisk and lively way, uttering little cries of pleasure and pressing me tightly to her bosom.
When the end came, and I sent the hot stream up to her womb, she gave a squeak, and wriggled herself about under me; gasping out: “Oh! Oh! Oh! — h-h-h!” till she had received the whole of the discharge. Then she laying panting, and sighing; with her bosom palpitating against my breast, and her bottom quivering in my grasp.
I buttoned up my trousers, and she fastened up her drawers: her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were shining, and she appeared to be perfectly satisfied with what I had done to her. Throwing her arms round my neck she gave me a hot kiss, saying fervently: “Oh! that was so nice. I have been longing for years for such an embrace.”
Then she added, coolly: “But I must run away, and take the necessary precautions. I won’t be long. Wait till I come back.”
So, nodding and smiling at me, she left the room, and I made myself comfortable in an easy chair, feeling very well satisfied with the plump governess. She was not Frances, But she was a voluptuous woman, and she had proved to be a luscious poke.
I determined to “have” her as often as possible in future.
She came back in about a quarter of an hour, looking fresh and nice. She gave me a cup of tea; then we had a confidential chat; and she promised to let me know what day she would be alone again in the house. Thus everything being settled to our mutual satisfaction, I kissed her, and went away.
Next morning, while I was dressing, it struck me that Frances would like to hear how I had fared with the governess.
So, at four o’clock, I called at the house, and for a wonder, found the mistress at home alone. After the ordinary-greetings had passed between us; she asked, eagerly: “Did she let you ‘have’ her?”
“Yes,” I replied.
She laughed, saying: “I knew she would. Was she nice?”
“Yes. But not so nice as you,” I answered, smiling, and bowing.
She rose to her feet, swept a profound curtsey, and then sank down again into her chair, laughing heartily.