'Exactly at half-past eleven, Major Ormund entered the room in his dressing gown and slippers. He closed the door and said, "Where are you, my love?" She replied, "Here, come this way; meanwhile, I will strike a light that we may have the satisfaction of seeing one another."
She jumped up, and in her nightdress, with her hair streaming over her shoulders, lighted six large wax candles, saying as she did so: "You see, I do not fear the light." 'He sat down on the bed and seemed struck with the comfortable appearance of the room, and especially with the large mirror fastened to the wall along one side of the bed.
'When she had finished lighting the candles, she came up to him. He put his arm round her, and placing her on his knee, said: "First, I want a full view of the delicious cunt whose acquaintance I made this morning," and reclining her back on the bed, he spread her thighs and pulled up her nightshift, saying: "No my love, you have indeed no cause to dread the light. What a profusion of beauties are centred here! Such a luxuriant crop of silky hair crowns this swelling mound, while these great protruding lips are comparatively smooth; and such a clitoris, so full, so rosy and so stiff! How it slips about under my fingers!
Has it much feeling?" '"Oh, yes, dear Major Ormund, that's very nice, you know how to pet a woman's cunt; and you must let me try my skill on your prick, I want to hold it in my hand," and pushing her hand under his shirt she quickly pulled out a fair-sized tool. It was of the ordinary length but not particularly stiff. She took it skilfully in hand, with the fingers underneath and the thumb uppermost; she frigged it deliberately up and down, drawing the prepuce as much as she could over the glans, then pushing it fully back, until the head stood up firm and erect, while her other hand was equally busy fondling his balls and the sensitive parts beneath.
'"Oh, Major, how your fingers stir me up! My cunt is all in a glow, and your prick is in fine order too! Would you not lie to fuck me?" '"Yes, darling, but don't call me Major, call me Kit — all my intimate friends call me Kit; and if you will allow me, I will call you Sophy.
Well, Sophy, I am quite ready to fuck you, but would not your fanny like to be kissed first?" '"Yes, Kit, but she has great longing for your prick while he is in such fine order. Shall I raise my thighs, and then you can take a survey of the contours of my bottom, as well as the secret cavity of my cunt," and mother turned up her great broad rump in all its voluptuous beauty before him.
'He got up and standing back for a moment to get a better few of its grand proportions and exquisite roundness and polish, he plunged his mouth between the hot succulent lips of her cunt, sucking the clitoris and sipping up the soft juice that was even now beginning to exude.
'Then she muttered, "Now, Kit, put in your prick and fuck me — fuck my cunt, oh! that is nice! Put your hands under my bottom — squeeze the cheeks of my arse — shove your balls against my arse. Do you like this way of fucking? '"Yes, darling Sophy, you have a grand cunt for a fuck; your cunt holds my prick as if it had life, and your big fat arse serves as a cushion underneath.'
'"And my cunt has life! It must have to feel as it does! Oh! that is grand!
That's the way, I like to be fucked with a long, firm, steady stroke of the prick! Do you like me to speak while you are fucking me?" '"I do, darling. I love to hear you talking of prick and cunt, and bollocks, and arse; go on, dear." '"I feel your prick getting harder in my cunt, I feel your bollocks pressing my arse — now, dart in your prick — fill my cunt with spunk — Oh! — Oh! — fuck — fuck — fuck." 'He was not equal to a second fuck, which I know mother would have liked, but he asked and received permission to come on succeeding nights at the same hour, and took his departure.
'It was not long after this, that I heard him sounding mother as to her daughters. He seemed at first afraid of exciting her jealousy, but he soon found there was no occasion for dreading that, provided he came across handsomely.
'"Very well, Kit, as you are so liberal, I cannot refuse my consent, if you are able to overcome their maidenly scruples. You see they are quite ignorant in the ways of the world, so you will have to proceed cautiously and prudently, and with every consideration for their innocence and inexperience. I, for my part, will afford you every facility, and render you any help in my power, so far as I can do so without exciting their suspicions; but you had better begin with Mary, for if you win her the younger sister will be more inclined to follow in her track.
'"All right, Sophy, many thanks for your kind compliance; I will be careful and prudent. Suppose we begin tomorrow morning; I will ask Mary to take a walk with me, and you can second my request." 'So next morning after breakfast the walk was proposed, and mother said the day was fine, and that it would do Mary good to get a little fresh air, and turning to Mary, she added: "Major Ormund, my dear, is a man of the world, he can tell you many things you are in no doubt ignorant of, and initiate you into the mysteries of fashionable life and the thoughts and habits of fashionable society in London and Paris." '"Very well, mother, I am willing to be instructed, and hope Major Ormund will find me an intelligent and docile pupil; but i wish to have Jim with me to share the benefit and prevent a scandal." 'This was a proposition they neither expected nor desired, but as Mary was determined, there was no help for it; and the major pretended to be cheerful when he included me in his invitation; and he really brightened up when I said I would take a basket with me and gather wild flowers while they were discussing the fashionable world which had no charms for me.
'So we set out; the major put forth all his efforts to be agreeable, and Mary appeared much impressed and gradually permitted him various little freedom. At last we reached a shady grove and he proposed our sitting down to rest. I said, "You look tired, Mary, but I am not. So I will rove about after my favourite flowers, while you rest." 'They sat down in a sheltered nook, and I disappeared from view; but I lost no time in making a circuit and creeping softly up behind them under shelter of the thick bushes.
'The gallant major had evidently made considerable progress in his suit, for she was sitting close to his side and he had his arm round her waist. At first, I was not near enough to hear what they were saying, so I cautiously approached something nearer. Then I heard her laugh and say, "Yes, I know some girls like to be tickled, it makes them feel funny.
Where am I most ticklesome? Well, perhaps on the soles of my feet.
Hoh! You can't tickle me through my boots!" '"No, but I am admiring them, or rather the little feet they contain!
What prettily shaped little toes! And such well-shaped arched insteps! These can hardly be island-made boots! They are just as wellfinished and as good a fit as any Parisian belle could desire, and your fine silk stockings set them off to best advantage. Let me raise your leg a little — French girls are always pleased when their feet and legs are admired; and the famous actresses, you know, do not hesitate to allow the fair proportions of the whole limb to be seen — and you are just as well made as the best of them.'
'"But you want to see too much — Oh, — your hand tickles me! take it away you are pushing it too far — Oh, — don't, major I cannot let you put it there." '"Why not there? What harm can my hand do to you?" '"I don't know, but I ought not to let you — don't." '"Why? Are you afraid of me?" '"No, but please take away your hand — Oh! — I cannot bear it." '"Why? Is it hurting you?" '"Yes — no — but it makes me feel so queer! Ah! Now, you are hurting me!
Don't push your finger in — I will not allow that — Oh, stop, it is hurting me — it is hurting me frightfully; and she began to cry, muttering that he was very cruel to cause her so much pain.