"Ah, you tease! Do let me have it!" she almost screamed, heaving up her bottom, to try and get him further in. "Oh, do; don't tease me so," with a deep sigh, "I'm coming again!
Oh! Oh!"
He awfully enjoyed this dalliance, but at length took pity on her languishing looks, and slowly drove in up to the hilt, till his balls flapped against the soft velvet cheeks of her rump.
"I like to begin slowly," he whispered, "and draw out the pleasure till we both get positively wild with lustful frenzy, that is the only way to get the very acme of real enjoyment.
A young fellow who rams in like a stallion or a rabbit, and spends in a moment, scarcely makes the girl feel any pleasure before he finishes and is off.
"Many married women have stupid husbands of that sort, who never f-k them properly, is it to be wondered at that women get awfully spooney on a man who introduces them to the real delights of love?"
"Yes — yes — you darling — but push it in faster now. Ah, I feel its head poking the entrance to my womb at every thrust; that's so delicious. Are you coming, I'm simply swimming in spend. Oh, there it is, it's like warm lightning shooting into me. Oh, oh; don't stop — go on a few more strokes. I'm coming again. Ah, you darling. Ah — rre! Oh!"
After this they had a sound sleep till seven o'clock, when the housekeeper knocked to say Mr. Verney had come. Thus awakened Polly was delighted to find the young barrister's p — k still tightly encased in her tightly contracted sheath as they had dozed off in each other's embrace.
She wanted another stirring up, but Capias declined the retainer, and promised to make up for it at night.
"You're in luck my boy!" said Verney, as his friend Capias introduced him to Miss Polly D-; no other fellow ever has such luck as you have in the field of Venus.
"Her action is better than her looks," replied Capias, making Polly blush up to her eyes. "Nothing to be ashamed of, my darling, I always tell Verney all my love affairs; but don't you believe him, he's a devil for the girls himself, and one to please them too. Now for supper, she's taken all the strength out of me, and I want refreshing."
"Nothing like a refresher, after one good fee, is there, Capias. Ah! I wish I was you, the very sight of Miss Polly will make me uncomfortable all night, unless my landlady's daughter takes pity on me, and slips into my bed when I get home!"
At supper, and during the evening Verney scarcely took his eyes off our heroine, who could easily see how she had influenced him. Capias seemed anything but jealous, and paid far more attention to the bottle than to his new love, which rather chagrined her. Verney was a brilliant pianist, playing and singing with great feeling, and casting his eye on Polly when there was any suggestive point in the song. It was a a dreadful night out of doors, so the housekeeper was asked to make up a bed for Verney on a good wide sofa. He gave Polly a significant glance as this arrangement was made, and also looked at the spirit stand, to give her a hint of his plans.
Capias when in convivial company was too much given to whiskey and water, which he took like a fish, giving no heed to the duties Polly would expect from him when they retired to bed. At length she said she felt tired, and bidding Verney good night asked Capias not to sit up too long, went into the bedroom. Verney mixed his friend an awfully stiff glass for the last, and as he swallowed it wished him pleasant dreams and plenty of f-g, adding, "I shall have the horn all night myself thinking of you."
The sot scrambled into bed to be received in Polly's longing embrace.
"Now, sir, you're almost drunk and sleepy, keep awake till I'm satisfied, or my name's not Polly if I don't leave you, and ask your friend to do your duty for you. You haven't taken a bit of notice of me all evening. Ah! you don't even stand," as she groped with her hand, and found only a limp affair for her trouble.
He was not so stupid, but he knew his deficiency, so taking one of her nipples in his mouth tried to raise the requisite desire, her fingers did their best to second the feeble effort, whilst his fingers on her clitoris aroused her amorous flame in all its intensity. At last he dropped into a sound drunkard's sleep, just as she was spending and almost frantic with baffled desire.
"You brute, you sot," she angrily exclaimed, pushing him away from her, "you're sodden with Irish whiskey. See if I don't keep my threat. Verney looks a fine fellow, who only wants a chance."
Springing from the bed, with nothing but her chemise on, she rushed into the other room, and threw herself into an easy chair, sobbing as if her heart would break, as she covered her face with her hands.
"By Jove, damn it, what's the matter," exclaimed Verney, as he awoke from a real sleep, and could just make her out by the light of the fire, so throwing off the bed-clothes, he got off the sofa, and knelt at her feet on the hearthrug.
"What's he done, to turn you out of the room, my dear, do tell me; I'd kick him into the street for your sake, Polly!"
"It's what he hasn't done!" she replied, sobbing, as he continued to ask the cause, and had put his arm round her waist, till her head rested on his manly shoulder.
"Oh, oh; I couldn't bear it to lie all night in bed with a drunken man. I'll get my clothes and leave this place!"
His hand was now up between her thighs, and his lips imprinted hot warm kisses on her burning cheeks. Higher and higher crept that insinuating hand, till he got fair possession of her chink, all moistened as it was with warm creamy emissions. She still sobbed on his shoulder, as her legs slightly parted, whilst a perceptible shudder of suppressed emotion told him too surely that his success would soon be complete.
Withdrawing his hand for a moment from that burning spot, he lifted her naked foot till it rested on his rampant tool, as stiff and hard as iron, as it throbbed under that caressing foot which his hand directed, so that it gently frigged him.
From her face his lips found their way to her bosom, and her sighs and oh's too plainly spoke her feelings, so taking her boldly in his arms he carried Polly to the sofa, and stretched himself by her side, with his tremendous truncheon stiff against her belly; he placed her hand upon it, and opening her legs she directed it herself to her c — t, and they commenced a delightful side f — k, their lips glued together, tipping each other the tips of their tongues; this made him spend in a moment, but rolling her over on her back he kept up the stroke, till she also spent in an agony of delight.
Resting for a few moments he went on again, her legs entwined over his loins as she heaved and writhed in all the voluptuous ecstasy of her lascivious nature, spending every few minutes a perfect flood of warm spunk, to the intense delight of his p — k, which fairly revelled in the delicious moisture, which excited him more and more every moment.
Their bounding strokes made the sofa fairly creak, and anyone not in such a drunken sleep as Capias must have been awakened.
"Ah!" sighed Polly, scarcely able to catch her breath.
"You beat him fairly, and I thought no man could possibly have given me more pleasure than he did. Drive on, push it in, balls and all — oh, f-k, f-k me. Oh! I'm coming again, what a spend yours is, how you shoot it into me, you dear fellow."
After this he promised to take care of her, and gave her an address where she could get two nice rooms, but persuaded her to lie down by the side of Capias again, saying, "And when he wakes in the morning, dearest, don't let him touch you — say*no! You couldn't f-k me last night, and now you shan't again!' That will be a good excuse to leave him."
She acted up to this advice, and got clear of the Temple in a few hours, without the barrister suspecting his friend Verney had had a finger in the pie.
Polly drove to the address, where Mrs. Swipes, the landlady, said she was always glad to welcome any friend of Mr. Verney's, who was such a very kind gentleman.