"Goodness gracious, it is you, Miss Lover? Now tell me all; you can confide in me sooner than your own papa, for I know the rector is very straight-laced!"
It was indeed our clergyman's only daughter, a sweet young lady of about twenty whom I had always considered quite beyond the pale of my operations, and a paragon of purity itself.
"I'm undone," she sobbed. "Oh, dear doctor, what shall I do?" she said again as she wrung her hands, and floods of briny tears coursed down her crimson cheeks.
At last I calmed her a little, and gave her a drop of cordial; then she began to tell me, sobbing all the while, how that no one knew she was secretly engaged to young Pomeroy, the squire's son, because his father would never sanction his son's marrying without money, and you know, doctor, my poor pa has only his living to depend upon, although he is so proud and thinks anyone in holy orders quite equal to the highest in the land. Well, this evening I met George in the lane at the back of your house, and he persuaded me to sit down in the little coppice in your paddock, so as to be out of hearing of anyone going down the lane. He wanted me to elope with him, and at last when every argument failed to persuade me, said he would have me then, if he was hanged for it; how I have struggled you may see, but at last I fainted from mere exhaustion, and only came to myself to find I had been ruined, and that he had left me. (I suppose he thought I was dead)."
She still went on sobbing about his brutality, and the ruin he had brought upon her.
At last I persuaded her to allow me to make an examination, and found that he really had effected his purpose, the hymen being broken and bleeding, and her thighs stained with bloody semen.
"Let me advise you, my dear young lady," I said, rising from the interesting investigation which you may be sure renewed my previous cockstand, "let me advise you to go home as quietly as possible; I will call my housekeeper who is discretion itself, she will put you right, so that no one will notice anything unusual, then you shall have a lotion to soothe the lacerated parts, and come again and see me about 5 o'clock tomorrow afternoon. I will do even better than your father for you, and perhaps can see George and make him do what is proper, but take my advice, it is no use crying over spilt milk, and time and patience will bring all right in the end. At any rate I will promise to shield you from any ill effects of his brutality that might otherwise bring you to shame and disgrace."
She left protesting her everlasting gratitude for all my kindness, and begged me if possible to see George in the morning. I tried to do so, but found he had not been home all night, and had evidently absconded, as he thought he had killed Miss Lover.
I awaited her coming at 5 o'clock in a state of excited expectation, and as I nervously walked about my little surgery, kept fumbling a very mysterious something in my pocket (not my prick, but my readers may find out what it was bye and bye), which would impart a magic influence to my fingers, so that when I repeated my examination, and handled the lips of her cunt, her clitoris, amp;c., the effect would be so exciting that she would be ready to let me do anything to soothe her at once.
She arrived within a few minutes of the appointed time. How she blushed as I shook her hand, and told her she looked as beautiful as an angel, that I would do everything in my power to shield her from harm or disgrace.
"Now, take off your hat, and allow me to inspect the damage again, my dear young lady," I said, making her take a seat upon the couch.
"It's so delicate, but I suppose I must. Besides you know all, and will keep my secret, won't you, doctor?" she said in a low voice, crimsoning again to the roots of her hair.
"Certainly, have no fear of that, but you must remove your skirt, my dear young lady, or I cannot do what is necessary in your delicate case."
She reluctantly complied, then I made her lie backwards on the couch, and open her legs as wide as possible, as at the same time I screwed up the lower end of the sofa. Then proceeding with my examination, I fingered both clitoris, lips of the vagina, and passed them quite up into her deliciously tight cunt which was ornamented with a profusion of silky dark brown hair, between which could be seen a pair of vermilion lips, pouting as if ready to be kissed or parted by a roving prick.
My touches were magical, the vagina spasmodically contracted on my fingers, and I could see she could scarcely restrain her feelings.
"My dear Miss Lover, I'm afraid you may have a baby after such an outrage," I said, "and the only remedy I can suggest is that another man should do the same to you at once, for one will then undo any mischief left behind by the other."
"Doctor, Doctor, how awful!' she sobbed. "I would rather poison myself to hide my shame, it is impossible."
"Not quite so hopeless as you may think, my dear young lady; this is the antidote, it you will let me insert it in your lovely body," at the same instant bringing the head of my prick to the lips of that lovely cunt of hers. Her position had prevented her from seeing what I was about to do.
This touch seemed electrical, she gave a deep sigh, and then I was soon buried to the hilt in what I once more thought the most delightful grotto of love I had ever yet entered, (but almost every fresh cunt is the same at first), so warm, so tight, such lascivious pressures on my prick, that I kept still for some minutes to enjoy that sense of possession which is so sweet, when you first feel really sure that you are actually in a cunt you have been longing for. When I began to move, it at once stirred up all the hitherto latent fires of an unusually warm temperament. What mutual transports we enjoyed, swimming in a perfect sea of lubricity, she could never have enough, and I was fairly drained, when at last she released me from her arms, and shed tears of remorse over her new-found joy, which she told me she knew was so wicked to indulge in.
My readers may be sure my natural flow of eloquence did not desert me at such a crisis, and I can assure them that I made a thorough convert of this virtuous and highly religious young lady, who carried one of the sweetest liaisons of my life for three years, till old Squire Pomeroy died, and his son George came back and married the rector's daughter.
In the foregoing incident I mentioned about fumbling something in my pocket, as I walked about the room, and to enlighten my readers as to what that mysterious article was, will relate a little incident which had then only recently occurred to me.
We had a wealthy horse-dealer named Parker in our village, whose son John got married to one of the prettiest girls in the place; well, a few days after the wedding poor John, a regular country-bumpkin, came to me one morning in sad trouble. "What be I to do now, doctor, my wife Carry don't go to horse at all, zur?"
These were his exact words, as he stood despondently wiping his forehead with a red cotton handkerchief.
I had often cured John of little venereal evils, especially after he had been to London on business. As he was a rare fellow to spend his money on the girls, so I could not help fairly laughing at his question.
However, he was serious, and informed me that Carry certainly had suffered him to take her maidenhead, but that there was no pleasure in it then or since, like he had had with common women, and in fact his wife was as cold as ice, merely consenting to let him do it, because he was her husband.
I thought the case over for a minute or two, and then told him I thought that if I made an examination I might slyly apply something to make her randy and ready enough to take his prick in future.
"I'm good for a tenner, zur, if you can just make her to go horse, a bit, the stallion's up to his work, I know," saying which he took his leave, promising to send her to me in the afternoon.
The fact of his being a horse-dealer had given me an idea about ginger, and also made my cock stand so that I was glad to see him go, for fear he should observe it, and refuse to give me the chance of making him a cuckold.