'What are you two girls doing there?' asked Charlotte Arden, one of the occupants of the other bed, in a sleepy voice.
'I am trying to fuck dear Rosa,' said Harriet plaintively, 'and I can't manage it so as to make her spunk.'
'Of course you can't,' was Charlotte's prompt reply, 'it is only one woman in fifty who has her clitoris prominent enough to produce the desired effect upon another woman's cunt, and for a girl like you the thing is a sheer impossibility. Shove one of your fingers into her and frig her well. She is very ungrateful indeed if she does not perform the same kind offices afterwards, for you.'
That Harriet immediately acted upon this sensible advice, may be inferred from the fact of Rosa beginning very shortly afterwards to sigh, to spread her thighs open right across the bed, and finally to clasp and kiss her bed fellow in a transport of delight, murmuring broken sentences expressive of gratitude, and finally covering her two fingers and her knuckles with warm spunk.
'Have you done her business, Harriet? And has she a maidenhead?' asked the young lady from the other bed.
'That I have nicely,' was the reply, 'and she has a maidenhead, really and truly.'
'Oh, upon my honour,' exclaimed Charlotte, 'that state of things will never do. I'll take it for her with a candle; we can't have any maidenheads among girls of our age, in this establishment,' continued she laughing.
'You shan't do anything to her tonight, Charlotte, I can tell you that!' said Harriet, 'she is very well frigged and does not want anymore at present. Besides you goose, if Miss Downey' (the second governess) 'were to find, on her inspection of the rooms tomorrow morning, our candle, stained with blood, there would be a pretty to do.'
'Miss Downey is not a bit better than any of the rest of us,' replied the other young lady. 'When she was in the garden privy the other day, I peeped through the keyhole and saw her ramming a huge carrot into herself until I thought she was going to have a fit, and I know that Signor Loretti, the Italian Master kissed her and felt her, on the stairs a day or two ago.'
'That is all very well, and likely enough,' responded the prudent Harriet, 'but it would not prevent her from reporting us to Mrs. Moreen, if she found any suspicious signs and tokens. Besides how do you know whether Rosa would like to have her sweet little virgin treasure violated by you and your candle? I should think that she would very much prefer me to take it.'
'Oh, yes, dear Miss Harriet,' exclaimed Rosa affectionately, 'I don't think you would do anything to hurt me, and if you were a young man, I would allow you to shove your cock into me as much as you pleased.'
'What is the child talking about?' interrupted Charlotte. 'What does she know about cocks?'
'I have seen my guardian's-Mr. Bonham-' replied Rosa, simply, as if it were the most commonplace affair in the world, and her guardian had only been doing his duty in displaying his jolly tool, and attempting to roger her in the carriage.
'Good gracious, your guardian's prick? How was that? How did it happen? Tell us all about it.'
Such was the chorus of exclamations that broke forth, and Rosa promising that it was a great secret, delighted her room companions by relating the trifling circumstances that took place during her journey to London in her respected guardian's carriage.
Then came a running fire of cross examination, something as follows: 'Wasn't it delicious when he put his tongue in and licked your cunt?
Was his prick a large one? Did you take hold of it? Did he hurt you when he shoved it into you? How much did he spend in you? Wouldn't you like it again?' and so on; all of which Rosa Fielding answered to the best of her ability, and apparently to the satisfaction of her friends, who showed their sympathy with the proceedings by a certain degree of restlessness in bed and sundry long drawn sighs and' Ahs' just as if they were tasting or fancied they were tasting something very nice.
Indeed Miss Lovit gave a practical proof of the excitement the short story had raised in her bottom, (and private parts) by altering her position in the bed, and placing her lovely bottom over Rosa's face, so that her cunt rested on the sweet girl's mouth, and her face, by this manoeuvre, of course brought upon Rosa's lately moistened orifice.
As she did this she begged Rosa in a most coaxing tone to thrust her tongue into her feverish cunt, and to lick it, and roll it about therein, just as Mr. Bonham had done to her. The good-natured girl at once complied, and really, for a novice, managed this difficult office to perfection, as the lascivious Harriet, already excited by frigging her new friend, was brought to the verge of spunking by Rosa's simple narrative, and the latter had not licked and sucked the gaping orifice for more than a minute and a half, before Miss Lovit began to interrupt the grateful licking she was administering to Rosa's quim, by various licentious and pleasurable exclamations, such as: 'Oh, you sweet girl-you darling! That's right! Suck my clitoris! I wish your tongue was twice as big! Oh that's it! Go on,' etc. etc., concluding by a long drawn sigh, as she covered our heroine's face and half filled her mouth, with a delicious ejection of warm spunk. Of course with such capabilities and loving inclinations to accommodate themselves to each other's wishes, the two young ladies fast became friends.
Rosa had very little more to tell, but her more experienced friend found great pleasure in dispelling her ignorance and charmed Rosa, particularly by describing with great gusto, her first experience in the fucking line, and the loss of her maidenhead.
'We had a large Christmas party, last year, my dear Rosa, and my mother requested my brothers, who were then at home, to bring as guests, two or three handsome young eligible men of their acquaintance. This they had very little difficulty in doing, as one of them being at college, and the other in the army, they knew plenty of handsome young men, capital partners in a waltz.
'Or,' added Harriet, consciously, 'in any other amusement. I really believe, vanity apart, I was looking very well and my brother John who is intended to be a clergyman, and who is the naughtiest fellow I ever saw or heard of, seemed to take some pride in introducing his particular friend, Mr. Melville, to me. He also, it appears, was destined for the church, and conducted himself accordingly. I suppose there is something in the prospect of wearing black, and preserving an outward appearance of respectability, that induces young gentlemen similarly circumstanced, to conduct themselves like young bulls, or lively rams; at any rate they generally do so. On the present occasion, my brother John, introducing his friend to me, said in a whisper, which he hardly cared to make inaudible: 'Stunning girl, I can tell you, Harry, she has the finest and longest legs of any girl of her age you ever saw!'
'For shame, John, hold your tongue,' I exclaimed, blushing scarlet.
'All right!' said he, laughing, as he went away, leaving me with Mr.
Melville.
'Now I must acknowledge that I had permitted Master John to take sundry improper liberties with me. I considered at first it was very wrong in any young man, unless he were an engaged lover, to take up a lady's petticoats and feel her cunt and bottom, but John assured me that it was quite a family matter, and further demanded, if a brother could not take liberties with his own sister, who was he to take liberties with? This line of argument might not have been altogether approved of by my Mother and Papa, but we carefully concealed our little interviews from other eyes than our own. He it was who initiated me into the mystery of frigging. He really gave me a great deal of pleasure and I used to do my best to show my gratitude by chafing his white cock until the spunk used to fly off in a jet nearly a yard from him. And he used to do even worse than this.'
'Why surely,' interrupted Rosa, 'you never allowed him to get into you?
That would be very wrong I know.'