One of the lasses indeed, a French girl, called Coralie, had been a special favourite with Captain Torrant, and probably only missed being first fucked on this occasion from the circumstances of her being arranged in about five and twenty inches of skirt and silk stockings up to her rump, whereas, as we have seen, the gallant commander's tendencies on this occasion were in favour of nakedness.
This girl, we say, exhibited her attachment towards her former admirer by slapping his buttocks, kissing and rubbing his balls, inserting her finger into his hole, and making use of other little endearments, which clever girls, and French girls particularly, consider serviceable in raising and renovating a man's lusts.
We hardly suppose, by the way, that the young gentleman required any such stimulant, but however, he was duly grateful, and when he drew out his drooping and dripping prick, he rewarded the lady with a lascivious kiss, and a groping feel which explored her secret recesses in most effectual style. An adjoining bedroom supplied the means of ablution to the participants in the luscious games, and then they all set down to supper. We might prolong this chapter ad infinitum were we to describe the eating and drinking, and the lascivious conversation that went on, but we must confine ourselves to the most striking incidents. One of these was that Maria, who no doubt considered that it was high time for her to have something to do, collared Mr. Bonham's cock and by frigging it gently, endeavoured to induce it to regain its perpendicular station. But notwithstanding the oysters and wine, and other more direct incentives to lust, Mr. Bonham was not able as yet to stiffen so as to be serviceable. Our readers will readily understand what we mean, when we say that a middle-aged gentleman as he was, may have the desire for an immediate repetition of his joys, but be unable to raise his virile member up to the altitude which ladies consider as their due. On this occasion, he begged Maria to wait a little, but the young lady was evidently afraid lest someone else should cut in before her, as Emily had done, and deprive her again of the benefit, not only of Mr. Bonham's prick, but of his pocket. So she fondly whispered to him that if he would allow her, she would raise a prick stand for him in two minutes. Mrs. Goater, who only partially heard this conversation, but who, (experienced soul!) guessed what was going on, proposed the operation of a birch rod, but Maria rejected the idea, for the present at any rate, but that the rod might be serviceable at a later period of the night. So saying she made the moral Mr.
Bonham lie down on his back, on one of the luxurious couches; then taking his shirt up and breeches down, she put his virile member in her pretty, soft mouth, as Emily had done. The effect was almost immediate: the gentleman's dormant powers were raised, his tool slowly lifted its head and began to fill Maria's mouth. When the clever girl perceived that her operations were successful, she requested her lover to remain in the position he then occupied, and placed herself astride of him, a la St George. In this way she certainly saved him every trouble, for she grasped his tool, inserted it, settled her weight down upon him, thereby admitting the whole length of it into her pretty little person, and began to work up and down in the most effectual and delightful way. And Mr. Bonham was just about to spunk, when he was temporarily stopped by a proceeding which astonished him a good deal more than Maria, who had probably seen the same operation performed more than once.
His surprise was due to Lieutenant Archer, who had been contemplating the movements of Maria's lovely bum with evident pleasure, and at last could not resist the tempting object any longer.
He made his advances very cautiously, both for fear of startling and disturbing Maria, and from a charitable dislike of disturbing the interesting rite which was being celebrated.
But he did it-yes, he did! Administering some saliva upon the girl's small, yet not altogether maiden orifice, he gradually, and with gentle pushes, insinuated the head of his instrument and then the rest was easy. He slid in-up to the root of his plant.
Looking over Maria's shoulder, he cheerfully addressed the prostrate Bonham with: 'How are you going on, old fellow? Jolly, eh! I'll take all the trouble off your hands, and Maria's too. I'll shove her down upon you! You like having two pair of balls banging against your arse, don't you, Maria?'
But Maria was speechless. Whether she thought the more, or whether her attention was so completely absorbed, by a duplicate application of prick, she knew best herself, but this was certain: she exerted herself to the utmost, and earned well deserved praise from both her admirers, who injected their copious jets of warm cream into her as nearly as possible at the same time. On the conclusion of the operation Mr.
Bonham exhibited some curiosity to know how his pretty partner liked the bum-hole part of the entertainment, remarking that it was quite a novelty to him.
'What, my dear sir, and you a lusty widower!' exclaimed his dutiful nephew, Alfred Torrant, 'I should have thought that when you were the husband of such a splendid woman as my late Aunt, that you would not have neglected making trial of such a luscious performance.'
'Well, I must own,' responded the elder gentleman, for wine and lasciviousness made him speak out, 'that I did try on the little game more than once, but then I never took proper precautions. Had I gone deliberately to work and anointed my weapon properly, I might have succeeded, but the only occasions when I dared venture upon it, were when Mrs. B was asleep, or pretended to be so, and then it took such immense shoving and exertion to get the knob of my tool in, that she awoke, if indeed she were ever asleep, which I rather doubt, and then she was angry, and declared it was the sin of Sodom, and a lot more nonsense of the same kind, for she was a very pious woman, so that I was obliged to turn her over and give her a jolly good fucking, only for the sake of peace and quietness. Though it is my belief,' continued the worthy gentleman, in a musing tone, 'that if I had got fairly into her, I should have had no scolding, or heard any balderdash about Sodom, or any other place.'
'Dear me!' exclaimed the graceful Emily, 'I am quite surprised! I thought that married men knew everything, — that they were up to every move, as the saying is.'
'It just depends upon what sort of a bachelor life they have spent, my darling,' replied Captain Torrant, 'if they have spent a "good boy humdrum sort of existence, the chances are they make but stupid companions for their young brides, who I am sure, must have either the-trouble frequently of enticing them, and instructing them in their duties (which I have no doubt plenty of them are able to do, by the bye) or else go without their lawful gratification. And as for any married ladies calling any such innocent little gambols as we have just been carrying on, "unchaste" why, it is all nonsense! A pretty thing it would be indeed,' continued the young officer in a state of righteous indignation, 'if a husband could not get into his wife, how, when, and where he liked.'
'Certainly, Alfred,' responded Mr. Bonham, nodding, 'I quite agree with you.'
And in his present frame of mind he was quite sincere, and if he had seen his son-in-law in prospect fucking his beloved daughter Eliza into fits, and administering a hot clyster of spunk up her arse-hole, he would have looked at the scene with delightful eyes, and given the performers his fatherly benediction.
'Well, sir,' remarked Mrs. Goater, 'if you like to sleep here tonight, as no doubt you will choose to do, you shall be made very comfortable-and you can pick out any one or two of the young ladies here as your bedfellow. They will show you some delicious little performances between themselves that will make your prick stand whether you like it or not, and when it does so, they will treat you with such voluptuous lubricity as you would never have experienced if you had been married a hundred years.'