Fielding being instrumental in spreading these reports won't raise her in the estimation of her future son-in-law!'
'That it won't,' replied Eliza, emphatically, 'and I think that Robert has done us a very great service this morning, both in raising these reports, absurd as they are, and getting us the information about Rosa.'
'Yes, he's a useful, clever fellow, but a dreadful scamp among the girls.'
'Takes after his master, I suppose!' archly interrupted Eliza, for which she was rewarded by almost being pulled off the swing to be kissed, while her lover thrust his hand between her thighs into her moistened cunt. Still keeping her in this pleasant position the Captain continued: 'What on earth did you tell him to keep off your maid for? Don't you know that it was the very thing to make him attempt her person?'
'Certainly not,' replied the lady, 'he dare not after my forbidding him, besides Lucy would not let him.'
'Oh, nonsense!' replied the experienced dragoon, 'if his prick begins to stand, he won't care for your forbidding him, or anybody else, and as for Lucy-to pay you off, my beauty, I dare say she takes after her young mistress!'
'Catch that for your impudence, sir!' said Eliza, giving him a slap on the face but not a very hard one, that's the truth.
'Well, dearest,' said the Captain, 'I'll bet you anything you like that Robert fucks your maid within the present half hour!'
'Done, sir,' was the ready reply.
And it was thereupon agreed that they should return to the house to keep an eye on the interesting pair; Alfred lifting Eliza from the swing in such a way as to expose all the secret charms that young lady had to show, both to his delighted eyes and his searching hands.
'There, that'll do, dear,' said the lady reprovingly, 'no more at present, thank you! What shall our bet be?'
'Well,' replied her cousin, 'a younger lover than myself would bet twenty kisses, or a delicious fuck, but I am so blessed as to be favoured with those exquisite treats, nearly as often as is good for me. I'll tell you what your penalty shall be.'
Here he whispered in his cousin's ear something or other which the lady appeared at first to receive with high disdain.
'Nonsense, sir,' was her reply, 'you shan't do anything of the sort! My bottom indeed! most disgustingly indecent; and what's more, I do not see what pleasure I shall have in the matter. You will gratify your lust, of course, and very sensual lust it is in this instance; but I should think I shall be more hurt than gratified. Oh yes, I dare say my bottom is very white and pretty, but you are not going to enjoy it as you propose, Master Alfred, for all that.'
Now it was the Captain's turn and very eloquent he was. He represented that it would not hurt her at all, only tickle her; and as he would not have to use a condom, he should enjoy the unusual felicity of spunking into her.
'A special delight, dearest Eliza, from which injustice to you, I debar myself!'
'Well,' said the lady, rather relenting-'you are a very good boy in that respect; and as you say you are quite sure you will not hurt me-to be sure, it is a horribly indelicate proceeding! But you are pretty sure to lose your bet, so the chances are that I shall not have to submit my posterior to any such indignity after all. And mind, sir, if you lose your bet, you are to bring me half-a-dozen pairs of silk stockings.'
'That I shall do-whether I win or lose,' replied the enraptured lover, squeezing his cousin's graceful waist, as they proceeded towards the house. As they went, they argued the point, as to where their faithful domestics were likely to be found; Alfred suggesting the stable or the hay loft as a likely place for a find, but as this involved the fact of Lucy going there to look after Robert, Miss Bonham repudiated the idea on behalf of her sex, and suggested a spare bedroom on the same floor as her chamber, as a likely place. Finally they came to the determination of visiting the stables in the first instance, and if unsuccessful there, of trying the bedroom.
On entering the stables, certainly there was no Robert. His horses were there, and all right, as the Captain at once perceived. Before leaving the stables however, he noticed an intelligent looking stable helper, busy with a broom, about nothing particular. To him the Captain presented a half-crown, asking him at the same time if the horses were all right, and if his man Robert, had been in the stable lately.
'Oh, dear, no sir,' said the lad, 'not for a quarter of an hour at least,' quite loudly, as if for the benefit of some third party hearing him; but at the same time he winked knowingly, and pointed with his thumb over his shoulder to an iron grating, which, as Captain Torrant well knew, divided the stable from the unoccupied loose box.
Unoccupied however, on the present occasion it was not, as the gentleman and his cousin very soon discovered. Proceeding very quietly in the direction indicated, while the stable lad made as much noise with his broom as he conveniently could, in order to drown any possible sound of their footsteps, the pair of lovers peeped through the grating and then their eyes were greeted with the prospect of another pair of lovers; and this was the position in which they were discovered.
On a loose truss of hay the elegant lady's maid, Lucy, was kneeling, with her thighs tolerably opened, while Robert, crouching down behind her, was imprinting lascivious kisses on her thighs, her rump and her cunt. Finally, confining his attention to the last feature, he divided the orifice with his tongue, working it about in such a way which must have inflamed Miss Lucy's amatory organs considerably.
Then as he proceeded to take down his breeches, Alfred whispered to Eliza: 'Now, love, you see as he has ploughed up the furrow he is very properly going to put his seed into it-aye! there he goes-devilish nice legs, your little girl has got! Fine bottom too, very fine!'
'Surely, Alfred dear,' whispered his cousin, 'he cannot be going to shove his cock into her button hole!'
'No, dearest, I think not,' returned the gentleman, 'if he had intended to do so, he would have moistened that orifice and not her cunt.'
Captain Torrant was partly wrong and partly right. Robert certainly began in what is generally considered the legitimate sphere of action, but as Lucy was very much excited, and he had had already a very first rate fuck that morning, it so happened that the hand maiden arrived at the crisis of her enjoyment before the amiable young man had affected his share of the business. No doubt, in feeling her elixir bathing his cock, a bright idea struck him: he withdrew his weapon, and Lucy no doubt, fancied that he, like her, had finished his performance; so she made a slight movement, as if about to rise. But no such thing, mademoiselle! Robert put his hand to the orifice he had so lately occupied, and covering his fingers with her warm, oily liquor, dexterously lubricated her small rump-hole with it, inserting one of his fingers moreover, as a light advanced courier, to prepare the way for that grandee-his prick. That noble plenipotentiary followed in due course, the only objection made by Lucy being such as may be expressed by a small exclamation of 'oh!' and a slight shrinking of her buttocks, as Robert's inflamed end forced its way into her small but elastic hole. And then the rogue seemed to enjoy himself thoroughly: his face absolutely glowed with lustful delight; and at every fresh thrust he gave, he made a low grunt, as a paviour does when using his rammer in the street. At last with one grand shove, he went right in up to the balls, and stayed in for about half-a-minute, motionless.
'Does that not look nice, my sweet Eliza,' whispered her lover. Eliza said nothing, but we suppose thought the more, and not altogether in a hostile spirit, it is to be presumed since, when her cousin again said, 'Now darling, while they recover themselves, suppose you come and pay me your debts,' she made no objection, but smiling and blushing, put her arm within Alfred's and allowed him to lead her out of the stable. The gentleman as he passed the stable boy, put his finger on his lips, which signal the discreet functionary well understood.