Captain Torrant, moreover, began to loosen his trouser's front, as if he on his part did not intend to be an idle spectator of the bottom-kissing operation; nor, to tell the truth, did Rosa wish that he should be. She had been a good deal excited by witnessing sundry performances among the well-paired couples present, and felt proportionately kindly disposed; much more apparently than did the beautiful Mrs.
Courville, who, wedded to an old and worn out husband, had up to this time amused herself with encouraging young men, almost but not quite to the point of opening her thighs. But a lady who encourages young men up to a certain point finds out sooner or later that her passions may betray her, and on this occasion the virtuous Mrs.
Courville betrayed herself. She was leaning on the arm of Mr.
Harcourt, who had long been a suitor for her favours, and who had probably had more wet dreams and frigged himself oftener in the nightly contemplations of her charms than anyone else of her thousand admirers. And so it came to pass, that when she saw Captain Torrant deliberately raise up Rosa's dress in front, while Lord Longbowles did the young lady the same kind of office behind, her feelings so long restrained, broke forth with a vengeance. And no wonder, for Rosa's exhibition was splendid. She was dressed for a ball, and as graceful and delicate as a young lady of taste is, as a matter of course, upon such an occasion. Consequently when, under the impulse of the behind and front pressure, she began to open her thighs, she provoked the admiration of all the company present.
Lord Longbowles, as we may easily imagine, was not satisfied with kissing her rump, but as Alfred Torrant got into her cunt, he performed the same kind office for her bum-hole; a part which his Lordship had a peculiar fancy for, and for which he had capability; his cock being one of the long and slender description and rather more easily inserted.
In Rosa's case this was rather fortunate as she was enabled to enjoy her lover's operation without feeling any irksome effects from doing double duty. Of the effects produced we may judge from Mrs.
Courville's remarks, who exclaimed to the enraptured young man who held her on his arm: 'Oh, Arthur, only look at that sweet girl's thighs! — and see how Captain Torrant is ramming it into her! How she does seem to enjoy it! I wonder if she appreciates his Lordship's performance at any rate as much as he does? There's no mistake about that! Just look at him driving into her!
There-he has done now!'
Those interesting observations were made as the crisis was taking place, and all three of the actors arrived at the desired goal and spunked together. Naturally Rosa contributed to give Captain Torrant his share of the delight which he had been giving her, but it is doubtful if even under that delightful reciprocity, whether the handsome dragoon experienced more pleasure than did his partner, the Earl.
Every man to his taste, say we, and on this occasion, if his Lordship did not gratify his taste, it's a pity!
He had inspected Rosa's beautiful legs and milk-white rump during her ascent of the stairs, he had acquired by so doing a tremendous prick-stand; and he had been able to quench that raging fire in the bowels of the loveliest and sweetest girl in the world; and if he was not pleased, he ought to have been-that's all!
Now the effect upon the Earl we shall describe presently; in the meantime we have to refer to the case of Mrs. Courville.
'What are you doing, Arthur?' was the first thing she said. 'You should not do that, you know!'
But this we must inform our readers was very feebly and hesitatingly said after all.
'Good heavens, Arthur,' she continued, 'what a colour has got into your cheeks, what a fire in your eyes! Ah, you are doing wrong to a married woman, you know you are, and I shouldn't allow you, but-butsomehow I can't stop it. Oh, pray, pray don't hurt me!'
The reader can readily understand from our illustration that this broken form of words (we can hardly call it conversation) was being carried on while Mr. Harcourt was lifting up her silk robes and underclothing and inspecting and feeling too-what he had for so many years longed for. And who can blame him! He had been thinking of Blanche Courville's legs, her cunt, her bottom, all her charms, in fact for many and many a long day; and now when he caught the lady, a little excited and disposed to be compliant, would he not be a dreadful idiot not to take advantage of the delicious feast offered him?
Well he did, and the company present, some of whom, the gentlemen at least, had thought Mrs. Courville unapproachable were surprised and delighted by seeing her well clad legs, alternately lifted into the air and laid over a gentleman's back, as she exclaimed: 'Arthur dear, do please recollect, that it is almost a maidenhead that you are taking! — do pray be merciful!'
But Mr. Harcourt had been hungry for his feast for a long time and had no mercy; and indeed we hold with the doctors, that in cases where the patient requires operation, quick performance is best.
Whether or no on this occasion the beautiful and virtuous Mrs.
Courville, found out what was meant by a fine, handsome man's prick stuck up her, somewhere near her kidneys, as she fancied, the said gentleman's finger being rammed up her arsehole, with the idea apparently of finding out how her digestion was.
The appreciation of his Lordship and his guests was something wonderful to witness.
Both the young gentlemen and young ladies seemed to unite in their approbation of Mrs. Courville's pride being taken down. They said they did not understand what pride meant, by encouraging young fellows to band about her, and again to come to the notorious Earl of Longbowles' evening parties.
But Rosa was more gentle-hearted. As Mr. Harcourt withdrew his prick out of its beautiful sheath, and began to button himself up, leaving his charming friend partially exhausted on the couch, Rosa came to her, remarking: 'If you would excuse the liberty from an entire stranger, Mrs. Courville, and permit me to wipe you, I shall be very happy I assure you.'
So saying, and without waiting for assent, she produced her lawn pocket handkerchief, and proceeded to wipe the besmeared cunt of Mrs. Courville, who could only remark in reply: 'You sweet, kind, girl, I can only wish you the same pleasure that I have experienced!'
'Tell me, Torrant, candidly if you will, whether you are sincerely attached to your pretty companion?' asked his Lordship, addressing the Captain, on the first opportunity he had of speaking to him privately.
'Well, my Lord,' replied the gallant officer, 'you can see for yourself that she is very nice and fresh; indeed I consider that she has hardly been fucked at all; for although when I got into her-for the first time-I found she had no maidenhead, that may easily have occurred by some other means than a man's prick, for she is at present at a fashionable ladies' finishing school, and I need not tell a gentleman of your Lordship's experience that what with candles, dildoes, and each other's fingers, the young ladies become as open as if they had been married for twenty months.'
'Bless her sweet face and lovely bottom,' exclaimed the peer, 'I should like to buy her from you, Captain Ton-ant.'
'Oh, dear me, pray don't talk that way, my Lord,' responded Alfred politely, 'I have a certain regard for her of course; but I want to keep her out of my uncle's way (your Lordship knows the rich Mr. Bonham of Rutsden Lodge?) and my own cousin Eliza told me she was afraid of his marrying her, which of course would play the devil with my expectations, and Eliza's too; so I thought that if Rosa got a jolly good fucking, it would be pleasant for her and deprive her of the chance of becoming my aunt; though by the way, I should not wonder if the old boy made her his mistress. That would not be so bad; but even then she might have a family! and I would very much rather see her in the position of your mistress than presiding over Rutsden Lodge in any capacity. Miss Bonham requested me to roger her, but if I should carry