'I'll forgive you,' I said to the abashed girl, 'only you should have made less noise coining in.'
She got some supper and wine on a tray and I carried it myself to my bedroom. I think she fancied I had a man with me and might therefore take liberties herself, for I distinctly heard the door go again and could have sworn the soldier came back.
The supper and champagne revived the boy. As for myself I had never felt better in my life.
We finished a bottle, then I attacked him passionately, covering him with kisses and toying with his body. As a sort of preliminary overture I put my finger in his hole and was surprised to find that the tip went easily in. Then I guided his little ramrod downwards from my cunt to the other door and rubbed its tip against the place. 'I can't take you in the ordinary way again,' I said. 'I'm too sore; you must try the other way.'
He was nothing loath. I turned over and knelt, and then the little devil showed he knew all about such things by asking in his pretty treble voice if I had any Vaseline.
I told him where to get it and he anointed himself and me. Then he pressed his tip into that difficult door. The sensation was lovely. When the stiff little head was only partially into my back door, I experienced the most extraordinary feeling of lustfulness. The pushing aside of those stiff membranes was joy. There came a moment of pain as the tip was forced quite in, but when I had that inside of me the pain quickly ceased, and I took his cock in there as easily as I had done in my other place.
The physical sensation was something utterly strange and new. I had an intense local joy, but in addition an excitement of my vagina, and indeed of my whole body and brain, that threw me into an extraordinary fervour.
He got it all in and I could feel the jets of his spend right up in my bowels. He had his fingers pushed up into my vagina and I spent simultaneously with him.
After it was over I must say I felt rather ashamed. I would not let him see it and cuddled him into my arms on the rug. In each other's arms we fell into the stupid sleep that follows sexual repletion.
Lewis came back two days afterwards-in the meantime I had renewed my intimacy with the boy, as Lewis was very busy. He was forming a new syndicate and was constantly from home, and I was afraid I made use of the pretty page boy rather often.
CHAPTER VI
I must say also that he was not the only instrument of my infidelity to Lewis. Once I met Mr. Annesley, lunched with him in a private room and submitted on the sofa to his base designs. I did not tell him my address as I was rather ashamed to admit my relations with Lewis.
Still, my clothes and my jewels cannot have allowed him to suppose I was existing on a typewriter's wage. He made no comment even when, on raising my dress to bring the goal of his desires into view, he disclosed my costly silk underwear painted with voluptuous designs. He just gave an extra snort of excitement, scrambled on top of me and went in with his long, oddly shaped penis.
It was a long and voluptuous fuck. We were both of us full up to the eyes with desire, as the result of a carefully selected lunch, in which aphrodisiacs played a considerable part, but both of us, letting caution fly, had accompanied our talk with too much champagne and liqueurs. I think we must have been at it half an hour before we came, but it was a half hour of that extreme mental sensuality which comes so seldom.
'Luckily it does,' says Gladys, 'or we should all be in lunatic asylums.'
Gladys' speech reminds me of a conversation I had that afternoon with Annesley. I had always talked extremely freely with him, finding him a man with a large experience of lust and some interesting theories thereon.
Apropos of this very lunacy resulting from over-mental sensuality he had, that very afternoon, told me a tale of an American actor friend of his. This actor was a handsome man, known as a Matinee Idol, worshipped by the women, and a man who extracted his chief sensual joy from the licking of cunts.
He licked them till he went mad and they put him into Bloomingdale. There, for years, he remained hopelessly insane, drawing pictures on a slate of women's vaginas. As soon as each drawing was complete, he licked it off and started a new one.
Annesley's American experiences from the point of view of lust were very interesting. From him I learnt all about paresis, the fell mental and physical affliction which befalls those citizens who pursue carnal desires to an outrageous limit. He also related that American girls as well as the French, used the sucking method considerably, as it was preferred on account of its safety.
But to revert to my page boy. Many nights we played the games. Generally first the old soixante neuf, myself underneath and the kid wriggling on my belly. Sometimes as an especial treat, I would let him fuck me, but not often-I got enough of that from Lewis who was an extraordinarily passionate and vigorous man.
But the great treat was our final act, when the boy's penis made its way into my anus, now so used to the exercise that the initial thrust caused it no pain. The pleasure seemed to grow more intense with each performance, indeed so intense was it that I began to fear lest I should wish for nothing else. I got to quite understand the joy the sodomites must find in this pastime.
One night after my bath, I determined to have a special night of it. Lewis was supposed to go to Manchester, and the boy was in my room reading to me, a particularly improper book which I had received from Annesley. It was amusingly indecent and I made him read on for some time until both he and I were bursting for more serious pleasure. I rolled out of bed and out of my nightdress onto the rug, and we began cuddling. I was bending down so that my lips closed over his penis-when I heard the door open, and looking up, saw Lewis in the room.
There was no getting out of it, the fault was patent. There was I, stark naked, and on the floor by my side, a naked boy, with rampantly erect penis. I was rather flabbergasted and said nothing.
Lewis, too, said not a word, but closed the door carefully, locked it and walked towards us, fixing his eyeglass in his eye. I don't think he recognized the boy at first. Then:
'What the devil is the meaning of this?' he spluttered.
His words brought a sense of the humour of the situation to me. I remembered the comic excuse of the serving maid, and answered: 'I am sorry, but it's such a little one!'
He couldn't help laughing but broke off in the middle of his laugh to exclaim: 'Why, it's Peter!'
And Peter, sitting up, remarked quite feebly- 'Yes, sir.'
I suppose Lewis must have read the 'Golden Ass' of Apuleius, for he decided very quickly. He made no nasty scene, only: 'Get to bed, both of you!' and we obeyed.
I twigged his mood then and was a good deal gratified; he was going to share in the amusement. I cannot describe the following scene at great length, it all happened so quickly. Lewis pulled the bedclothes from us and looked at the naked bodies. Then he undressed rapidly and oh, what a tremendous erection we saw when he was naked.
First of all he made us confess that we had fucked and as the confession came from our lips, his penis swelled to even greater dimensions. Then he commanded the boy to do it to me again. But when the boy had been in me for about a second, he laid rough hands on him and pulled him off.
'Now for your punishment,' he said.
First of all, he made the boy suck him, and the little devil did it as if to the manner born. But Lewis didn't finish, and-I had a presentiment of what was coming-announced brutally that he was going to have the boy.
It took some doing, I was randy to a pitch of fury, and aided in the fell proposal. While the boy knelt on the bed with head down and legs apart, I fetched the Vaseline and anointed his aperture and Lewis' tool. The size of the two things seemed ridiculously disproportionate, but eventually the deed was done. The boy cried aloud with pain till Lewis cuffed him into silence, and I did my duty by pulling the cheeks of his arse as wide apart as I could. Lewis didn't get it all in, if he had, I think he would have murdered the boy, but the whole tip disappeared into the pretty bum, and after a short but vigorous frigging, he fell on top of the lad, kissing him passionately as he spent.
'My God,' he exclaimed, when he pulled his cock out, that was nice.
I don't think it can have hurt the boy much for all his screams, for his penis was as stiff as a rod and then came the best part of the evening.
Lewis was soon stiff again, owing principally to my sucking-after he had washed-and proposed that I should
