I could have gone on licking it, only he forbade it.
To detail all the events of that wonderful night would take more space than I have at my command.
We continued fucking, sucking and the rest of it. By this time the amount of whiskey we had drunk made us both absolutely filthy and for the first time I experienced no repulsion in sitting on the chamber pot and making water in a man's presence.
For our last bout, Jimmy stretched me face downwards on the bed and got into my cunt from behind. That, I think, I enjoyed the most of that immemorial night's session of strokes, though the commencement was extremely painful. This time he was almost half an hour in me before he spent-how many times I came, I could not count. Anyway, the bed was drenched. I would nearly have liked to stay all night in his arms but prudence forbade; we didn't want a scandal, but oh, how I longed for another taste of pleasure when I awoke late on the following morning, and how disappointed when I came in to breakfast to find that Jimmy had gone out.
He was out practically all day, returning just in time for our early dinner. After dinner he went to his room and locked the door. I was maddened with lust and when he reappeared just in time to see me to the theatre, I reproached him.
A bad headache, was his excuse and with that I had to be content. As we came to the stage door, we met Restall, who looked at me curiously, obviously with no great liking for my escort. In the theatre I was the subject of a great deal of chaff about Jimmy: and the semi-liaison seemed fairly common property already.
After the performance, Restall sent his dresser with a message that I was to come to his room at once. I went in my full stage dress. I found Restall also in his fancy costume smoking a cigar and drinking a glass of champagne.
'I hear,' he began, 'that you and Kendall have fixed up a little affair. You're living together?'
I assured him that nothing of the sort existed, but he did not believe me, and proceeded to tell me that I was a little idiot to land myself to an actor. 'You or he will leave the company,' was his ultimatum. 38
I threw myself on his mercy, confessed my affection for Jean and said without him life would be a blank…and made use of a woman's weapon, tears.
He relented, or he saw a chance, perhaps both, for he pulled me onto his knees and kissed me! 'You repent it,' he said, 'still I mustn't break a rule of my company without some compensation,' and he slid his hands up my tights. In a second he gripped me and the lips that pressed mine were red hot.
I was coiling with lust; after all, it was Jimmy's fault for having left me unsatisfied that morning. As he sat back on the sofa, I sank limply on top of him and let his vicious tongue dart round my mouth…another moment and my own tongue was reciprocal.
CHAPTER II
Well, Restall pulled my tights off and likewise undressed himself. Then he drew back to inspect me and commented on my fine legs. He kissed me from toes to ankles while his fingers played with my pussy. He then pushed my legs apart and guided his prick into me.
It was a long fuck, I daresay it was not his first that day, as all the chorus girls were ready to oblige him. But I know he loved it.
Finally, he came fairly copiously, said not a word and got up. After I washed myself, I found tongue. 'Well, l suppose I may please myself about my love affairs?' I said.
'Oh, certainly, but I shall want an occasional reminder.' I took a quiet kiss and departed.
Jimmy was home when I arrived and greeted me roughly-where the devil had I been, etc.- when I told him that the Guvnor had kept me on a matter of business, but to my astonishment he became pacified at once, although the Guvnor's business chats with the pretty members of his chorus were notorious.
Jimmy was very lustful that night. He paid little respect to our house companion, but pulled me away onto his knees, directly the landlady left, covered my lips with kisses, massaged my breasts and slid his hand under my skirt. I protested, but 'Oh, she doesn't mind,' was his answer.
'Do what you like, old dears, only don't drive me from the fireside yet,' was Letty's comment.
So I abandoned myself. Finally, however, Letty bade us good night. We stayed, undressed and were stark naked before the fire. On a pile of pillows and rugs. How wonderful Jimmy's body looked, and what a change from Restall's elderly wrinkled paunchy nakedness, though there wasn't much difference in the size of their cocks.
I can hardly describe the pleasure-what a weak word-of the contact of our hot bodies. I was content to play for a while, for Restall had tired me somewhat. I found out afterwards that one of the pretty dressmakers had gone down on him and sucked him off before I appeared that night. She must have scented her mouth or he must have scented his prick for it tasted delightful, when I pressed my lips to it.
Well, I spent and spent and spent…
'That reminds me!' and the typewriter ceases clicking.
'Another interruption,' I answer, 'in the middle of one of my best scenes.
'But this is funny,' says Gladys.
'It's too damned funny, why the fucking hell don't you wait till you are asked to talk…'
I am angry but Gladys only laughs.
'There, you must listen!' she says. 'It's the tale of the leading society actress beauty, and of the nasty little drunken racing man who had a proprietary interest in her body because of the money he spent on its adornment.
''Good gracious,' said he, 'I spent enough on you to build a battleship.'
''And you've spent enough in me to float one,' was the dulcet answer.'
'Chestnuts,' said I.
I choke off Gladys' further story telling with a liberal brandy and soda and a smack on her bottom.
Well, the week in Douglas was joyful but I decided one week with Jimmy was enough, besides Jean would be back the following week, and I had promised Restall a night.
CHAPTER III
We were going on Sunday to Aberdeen and I arranged with Restall to break my journey at Edinburgh, and come on by next train to Dundee, where he would wait for me.
Matters were easily arranged with Jean. I told him a tale about seeing some relations at Edinburgh.
I had a compartment to myself, but as we were going uphill and the train was progressing slowly, was astonished to see the head and shoulders of a man at the carriage window. The face resolved itself into that of Cunningham, one of our comedians.
He had been left alone, he said, the other men having gone, and hence his arrival late.
To cut a long story short, my readers, this terminated in another immoral adventure. I was not a bit keen on the man, but I was lonely and I was too lazy to struggle. Also, he wasn't a bad fellow and all said and done, a fuck on a long, dull journey was infinitely preferable to doing nothing at all. The action was likely to please both of us, besides killing time, why, therefore not consent?
The man did not waste words but in the confident manner of actors, went into action at once. It began with a snatched kiss on the cheek, followed by a grasp of his arm round my waist. Next moment his disengaged hands had lifted my skirts to my knees and then of course, I had to make a formal protest, which I did not mean seriously, and he, being experienced at the game, knew perfectly well.
He gave me a sigh of satisfaction as his fingers slid over my stockings and came at last to the bare flesh-dirty little cat that I was, I had omitted to put drawers on.
He bent back on the seat, slipped to his knees, put my legs over his shoulders and fucked me. It was commonplace but very pleasant We both laughed at the end.
'Forgive me, kid,' he said, 'but there's no harm done and after all, there are only two things to do on a journey, drink and, shall we call it 'flirt'-and I prefer the latter.' We had whiskey and sodas and chatted and he was
