'All right, bricky!' assented the Earl, resuming his occupation of stuffing his tongue up Rosa's cunt and licking her clitoris, for this perseverance was happily rewarded by receiving a small douche of that young lady's liquor all over his moustache and mouth, while Rosa was all but choked by the ejaculation which she simultaneously forced him to make.
When Alfred re-entered the room, he looked around in vain for Lady Forepart. But as women are always amiable to get each other into mischief, or to assist one another in the perpetration of any propriety, the prudent Mrs. Harcourt (who did not want any more fucking just at present) and could so afford to be generous, on learning the object of Alfred's search, informed him that the widow had gone into the ladies retiring room to arrange her hair.
'And it is my opinion,' observed the knowing lady, 'that that may possibly mean something else, on the pot-de-chambre likely enoughfor she ate a good deal of supper, and prudes must perform the necessities of nature in the way of evacuation just as well as anybody else. The pot is at the far side of the bed, and if you go in quietly and creep underneath, you may very probably find the precise Lady Forepart in the act of doing her little business, and have a good laugh at her mortification.'
Thanking Mrs. Harcourt for her information, and chuckling to himself with the glee of a mischievous schoolboy, Captain Torrant proceeded to a large room especially provided for the accommodation of lady guests alone. Indeed from the nature of the orgies at his Lordship's mansion some place of easy access was absolutely necessary, for the retirement of the female guests; and though Lady Forepart had not been treated in such a way as to make it needful for her to make an instant rush to a chamber utensil, still she was availing herself of the accommodations afforded, and was moreover so busily engaged that she did not hear Alfred's entrance, or perceive his soft tread on the carpet. We hope our readers will not accuse us of indelicacy, when we say that he kept himself breathlessly silent, until the splendid woman rose and stooping from him, proceeded to use some soft paper in the necessary way.
Then the prospect of her great white arse, and its fully exposed orifice, slightly open from its recent duty; her round, plump thighs and her well-turned muscular legs, made such an attractive ensemble, that although the lady was clad in the sombre garments of woe our young soldier found her irresistible. Perhaps the very fact of her unblemished character, her habiliments offering such a marked contrast to the gaily dressed company, together with her vow of chastity, all combined to render the fucking or ravishing of such a lady a most desirable act.
At any rate he did no longer hesitate, but striding across the room, almost before the lady had time to finish her operation, he clasped her firmly round the belly with his left arm, while with his right hand he guided his prick to the lips of her somewhat capacious cunt, and lunged into her so furiously as to nearly set her on her head. She screamed out lustily for help, and 'mercy' declaring that 'a brutal lustful man was ramming her to death' and that she would fall on her face.
To all of which Captain Torrant replied by muttered praises of her splendid rump, vowing that he would get into her arse-hole before he had done with her, asking her why she did not lean against the wall or the bed for support. He had even the audacity to ask her whether she liked his cock, or that of her dear departed husband best! and when the insulted and outraged lady raised one of her handsome legs, and endeavoured by shoving it backwards to push him out of her person, he caught hold not only of that but the other leg as well and holding them both up, declared that he was 'particularly fond of a flying fuck' and that although her ladyship was rather heavy for such amusement, yet he would not mind a little exertion for her sake.
Then indeed, without waiting for or requiring an answer from the speechlessly indignant lady, he coaxed up his own lust by enquiring in a mock respectful tone, if she had ever been fucked before marriage, or if Lord Forepart had been lucky enough to have taken her virginity; whether the blood had trickled down her thighs; then cramming one of his fingers up her bum-hole, he kindly asked was that orifice in a state of virginity. And whether she thought it would bleed upon his driving his prick into it!
All these genteel remarks and questions the outraged Lady Forepart let pass in wrathful silence, but when his stalwart weapon began to produce its naturally expected result upon a fine young widow of six months, and she began to push out her rump to meet his shoves, and to wriggle in as lascivious a way as the most licentious woman in the saloon could do, she could no longer restrain her tongue.
'Don't flatter yourself, you brute, that I am exhibiting these natural emotions from any affection for you! Any vigorous woman, deprived as I have latterly been, must do what I am doing now; and it would be all the same if a goat or a donkey or any other suitable sized animal got into my person.'
'All right, my lady,' was the cool reply, 'please yourself. Pray did his Lordship approve of such little games? Now that I come to inspect you more closely, you are tolerably well stretched; pray don't move yet, and I'll see what I can do toward knocking your two holes into one!'
With these words the lustful young soldier made use of some of the mingled juices which were liberally shed in his victim's orifice, to lubricate her lesser hole; the lady protesting that she knew he was going to marry his cousin Miss Bonham, and she would inform that young lady what a lustful tyrant she was about to unite her fate with.
Captain Torrant coolly remarked to that-that Eliza was perfectly acquainted with that peculiarity, and did not wish to have him otherwise, that he had rogered her well both back and front and believed that he had got her with child, that he was going to marry her in a fortnight, and would be very glad to see Lady Forepart at the wedding.
Finally drawing his prick out of her, before the exhausted lady could remonstrate, with a very creditable, and indeed unusual effort of lustful strength, he invaded (apparently her maiden) rectum. This produced a single scream, followed by a storm of sobs, tears, reproaches, from the now thoroughly finished widow; when, after
receiving a half a dozen hard slaps on her outraged buttocks, she spent copiously, despite herself. Then she upped and ordered her carriage and took herself off, without saying good night to her host or any of his guests.
Rosa did not go home to Mrs. Moreen that night, nor indeed anymore.
Like a wise girl, she considered that 'a bird in hand was worth two in the bush' and that the offer of a handsome income from his Lordship was worth more than the prospect-rather an uncertain one-of becoming Mrs. Bonham.
That gentleman however behaved like a trump (so Mrs. Moreen considered at any rate), and consoled himself with keeping a neat little villa at Twickenham, and pretty frequent visits to Mrs. Goater's establishment. That amiable lady still flourishes, and keeps around her the same delightful family of young ladies-or some very like them.
Captain Torrant was happily married to his cousin Eliza, and was almost as faithful a husband as could be reasonably expected from one of his natural character, and exposure to such temptations as were to be found in the attractions of the Earl of Longbowles' establishment and Mrs. Goater's.
And now as we have accounted for the fate of the principal characters in our short story, we will bid our indulgent readers a cordial farewell.