Thus appealed to by the loving little Mary, I consented to fuck her properly, but only on one condition, and that was that she must allow me to tie her down, face downward over the couch in my surgery, so that I might give her every possible satisfaction by my own movements, and yet be sure that she would not injure herself by twisting about as I know that otherwise in the abandon of her ecstasy she would be almost certain to do.
The next afternoon, just as I was certain all the morning calls were over, and was looking over my notes to see what visits I had to pay, a gentle tap at the surgery-door reminded me of my promise to Mary.
She entered, saying with a most bewitching smile on her usually pensive face: "Now, sir, I mean to keep you to your word; do you think I will let you go round and fuck half a dozen of your lady patients first, why there would be nothing left for poor little Polly. I want every drop of that life-giving fluid; if I die, you shall be as dry as a stone before you go out today."
My time was really precious, but there was no gainsaying the darling, so with many preliminary kisses and endearing touches, I first locked the door. Then we both divested ourselves of everything we had on. My impediments were only dressing-gown and trousers, whilst Mary was also in equally light marching order.
The couch I proposed to lay her down upon was a veritable battleground of Venus, having been made for my special use, according to ideas which I furnished to my upholsterer; and could my readers but have the experience of that sofa, instead of this partial scrawl, they would indeed have a repletion of luscious adventures, ad nauseam.
To return to my tale, this couch was very wide, with no back, and a scroll-head at one end, whilst what would be considered the foot was half-moon shaped, so that when a bottom or a pretty cunt was exposed to my attack, I could stand well between the open legs of my fair patient and administer my natural clyster with the greatest possible east to myself, either standing or kneeling on a hassock.
This couch had a most beautiful springy motion when under a pair of lively lovers, being constructed with a special eye to luxurious effect, and it had also screws at each end and in the centre, so that I could elevate the head, bottoms, or bodies of my patients to suit the ideas to be carried out.
Mary was all docility, and quietly placed herself on her belly upon this throne of love; using cords to secure her by the wrists and ankles, I then finished the tying by firmly fastening her body down by means of a long sash passed under the sofa, and over her back.
"Now, my darling, you are completely at my mercy!" I exclaimed with a laugh. "I think I ought to birch* that naughty little bottom for you, but instead of that I will kiss it."
[I used this couch sometimes to tie down and flagellate several of my old male patients, whose early excesses had made them too used up for the sport of love, and could only enjoy the pleasures of emission under the stimulating effects of the rod. It was one of the most lucrative branches of my profession.] Kneeling down I adjusted the height of her delicious little cunt, till it was exactly opposite my eager lips, so was also that ravishing little wrinkled orifice which nature placed so close to it, that it is impossible not to believe it ought to have its due share of attention from both prick and mouth.
She was already spending in anticipation. My tongue revelled in that creamy emission, till she was almost beside herself, and actually screamed for me to let her have my prick.
"Oh! oh! darling, I must have the real thing at once. Oh, don't tantalize me so, dearest!"
But that was not my intention at the moment. I wanted an even more luscious enjoyment, to take her second maidenhead in fact. Leaving her delicious little cunt, my tongue titillated that other rosy aperture, till she was almost mad, and her appeals for satisfaction were getting quite piteous.
"May I go in here then, darling?" I asked.
"You will find that it surpasses anything you can imagine, love."
"Yes, oh, yes, anywhere; kill me, if you like, but make me feel that ineffable pleasure which I know only a prick can give, you drive me wild!"
Cold cream was handy on the table, so well lubricating the entrance, as well as the head of my pego, my rather big prick effected an entrance much more easily than it had the first time I tried to ravish her cunt. Her face was turned round towards me, and I could see tears of pain start to her eyes, as I gradually pushed past the sphincter muscle, but then easing for a moment or two, I began slowly to move within the delicious sheath, which held my affair so tightly clasped within its folds, and throbbed so convulsively upon my delighted instrument that I could not refrain from spending, making her actually scream with delight as the warm balsam of love seemed to penetrate her very vitals.
"'How I burn, how deliciously warm, and it makes me spend more than ever. Oh! oh! frig me in front, dearest, don't let us lose an atom of such heavenly pleasure!"
It would weary my readers too much to repeat all our loving exclamations during this long and ecstatic bottom-fuck, but I will merely say that at the end of about half-an-hour, and after I had spent at least six times without withdrawing, we both actually fainted from excess of emotion, which finished our fun for that day, but it is needless to say that the performance was afterwards repeatedly given by special request of my little loving Mary.
In conclusion I may say that if the last incident appears in any way incredible, or if my reader wishes himself to taste of this fresh source of excitement, a line to the author, under cover to the agent from whom this work was procured, will enable him to convince himself by means of practical proof beyond the power of the most incredulous to doubt.
Another extraordinary thing I ought to mention, is that the fucking, amp;c., had such a salubrious effect upon my young patient that she eventually quite got the better of her spinal complaint, and was married at the age of eighteen, but although apparently well and strong, she never had any children.
A curious incident befell me soon after losing Mary. I had been very virtuous for a week or two, in order to recover my usual vigour after the unreasonable requirements which my late patient had exacted from me, before she left the shelter of my roof. John Thomas was quite resuscitated by his rest, and I was already casting my eyes around for fresh food for my convent (being a strict bachelor with only an old housekeeper and a very ugly middle-aged woman as servant), when one evening in early spring, a little after dark, I was sitting in my easy chair in the surgery, in a state of reverie, my brain revolving all the luscious scenes of my experience, my prick at the moment actually at full cock, and almost ready to go off itself as I thought of how I had tied Mary down on my couch and ravished her second maidenhead.
A desperate ring at the little bell and a heavy rat-a-tat-tat on the small knocker, made me almost jump from my seat. The room was in darkness, but I opened the door quickly, when a female figure rushed in, and stumbling against the mystical sofa, sank upon it sobbing, as if her heart would break. "I'm undone, oh! oh! oh!!! doctor; what shall I do, I can't go home!"
My first idea was to light my lamp, then drawing the bolt, I approached the weeping person on the sofa, who I saw at once had been roughly handled, as her dress was torn and patched with dirt in places.
"Come, tell me what it is; who are you, let me see your face. Surely you can trust your doctor if no one else, you are not killed, and apparently only a bit troubled about something, allow me."
Saying this I raised her face to see who it was.