And so large! I declare, two — three fingers go in easily; was a big cock every pushed into you, Polly?'
'Ah, Miss Jim, that's not fair, what would you think of me if I told you?'
'I would think you the kindest and best natured girl in the world; tell me, Polly, you may trust me, and I will be so very fond of you.'
'Well, miss, I may as well confess that I have enjoyed that pleasure, and you'll not find many girls of my age that haven't; and whether they have or not, or whatever they may say, they all wish for it; even you, Miss Jemima, young as you are, seem quite ready; see how far I can push my finger into this soft opening and it does not appear to hurt you.'
'It does hurt a little, Polly, but still I like it; you may go; oh that's nice — would a big cock feel nicer than that?'
'Twenty times nicer, dear, it is so smooth and soft and has such a pretty round head and slips in and out so deliciously that it would make you just tremble with delight; oh, if it was here in place of my finger, how pleased you would be.'
'I think I would Polly; has Dicksie one of these nice big cocks?' she asked with a knowing look.
Polly blushed and turned away her face: 'Ah! Miss Jemima, how curious you are: of course he has, but he does not call it by that name.'
'How does he call it? I am so fond of you Polly for telling me these things, and I want to know everything; what does he call it, Polly?'
'He calls it his prick, miss; I am sure he would very well to show it to you, and let you feel it too, if you ask him.'
'I would not ask him for the world; prick… prick, I remember seeing that word chalked on a gate. But I did not know what it meant, and there was another word just below it which seemed to belong to it — cunt; what does that mean?'
'Why, that's the name of this little mouth here.'
'Is that what Dicksie calls it?'
'Yes, dear, the very thing, but now I must go, I have told you enough for this time.'
Dick praised Polly's tact and cleverness, and having satisfied her with an extra-loving embrace said: 'Now, Polly, all we need is an opportunity to complete the work you have helped commence.'
That opportunity soon occurred. Mrs Bond was again invited out to tea, and as Jim was unable to accompany her mother and sister, she obtained leave to ask Dick to come and sit with her in the evening.
Dick readily accepted the invitation, and made himself as agreeable as he could. When Polly had removed the tea things, Jim asked her to remain and keep them company. Then came that happy 'tide in the affairs of men, which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.'
Jim and Dick reclined together on the sofa, while Polly sat on a stool before them. Dick remarked that Jim must now be almost quite well, as he had not to lance her for several days but 'let me see again to make sure', and he raised her dress to look.
'I am ashamed, Mr Dick, at your seeing me so often uncovered.'
'You need not feel ashamed, for you are beautifully made; and this is the sweetest little mouth I ever saw or kissed,' and slipping off the sofa he pushed in between her legs and frigged her with his tongue. Her excitement was now evident, for she spread her thighs and pushed forward her cunt.
Dick felt that now she was ready for the climax itself; so he looked up and asked if she liked the feel of his tongue in her love-chink — 'this dew little cunt, I mean'.
Jim blushed, and murmured that nothing could be nicer.
'Oh, yes, there is something that would be nicer, is there not, Polly?'
'Indeed there is, Miss Jim, let me show it to you,' and opening his trousers at the front, she drew out his fine standing prick.
'Look at it, dear, put your hand on it — feel how firm and stiff it is!' Jim smiled, and looked at it with admiring eyes; she let Polly close her fingers around it, and under her direction, she frigged it up and down.
'Now, dear, lean back and push your bottom to the edge, and Dicksie will rub the nice soft head of his prick between the lips of your longing cunt, and then you will know what pleasure means — so — isn't that nice?' and holding the prick in her hand, she rubbed its head up and down in the moist furrow. 'Now let him push it in; it will feel so good!'
'Oh, Polly, it is hurting me — take it out — take it out.'
'No, I won't; you can bear it until it gets in, then it will hurt you no more — that's a brave girl — push, heave — there, it is in! now fuck away.' Polly rubbed her cunt on Dick's bottom, and joined in every push, and getting greatly excited as she felt the last quick probes, cried: 'Prick!
Cunt! Bollocks! Fuck, fuck!'
How Dick proceeded with the others, and his final success, must be left for the following chapter. Suffice it to say that these letters were all read to the old governor, and were a source of the greatest delight to him. He sent many kind messages to Dick, and a special promise that if he came to Trinidad after he had completed his college course he would obtain for him a government appointment and otherwise forward him in his profession.
CHAPTER 5
Dick had less difficulty with Mary than he anticipated. She drank in his flattery with avidity, and seemed pleased with his attentions. They often sang together, and when he accompanied her in a duet, his arm would naturally stretch across her shoulders as he held the chair on which she sat. After a while, as they became more familiar, his hand would as naturally steal around her waist.
Again, when he stooped to turn the music, their cheeks could not avoid touching and then their lips. Not wishing to frighten her by a too rapid advance, he remained satisfied for a short time with such chaste salutes, though gradually increasing them in warmth and frequency, and occasionally indulging in soft pressures of the lovely breasts, swelling out in ripe and most luxuriance.
They now passed much of their time alone together; her mother regarded Dick as an eligible suitor and thought that if their liking for one another ripened into love, he might not be a bad match for her daughter, and therefore she rather encouraged and promoted their increasing intimacy.
The accomplishments of this design was further facilitated by Mary's love for classical studies. Dick placed in her hands a literal translation of Ovid's works, which gratified her poetic taste while it stimulated her amorous inclinations. She seemed greatly interested in the account given by Ovid of Jupiter's amours, and put many questions to Dick respecting Europa, Leda, Danae and others. He told her how Jupiter loved the beautiful Europa, and assuming the shape of a bull, coaxed her to mount on his back, and then carried her off to Crete, where she became his mistress and had many children by him. How when Danae was shut up in a brazen tower, Jupiter got access to her by means of a shower of gold, and when she had spread her knees to fill her lap with the glittering treasure he availed himself of her position to attain the object of his desires. Mary blushed, but evidently understood what was meant, and did not object to listening.
He accordingly thought he might now venture a little further in his account of Jupiter's amour with Leda. He described how when she was bathing naked in a river, Jupiter came to her as a beautiful swan chased by an eagle; how she naturally opened her arms to give him protection, and when he found himself pressed against her soft bosom, and between her lovely thighs, he was able, even though a swan, to give her a taste of the sweet joys of love and fill her with happiness and delight; somewhere here you know,' he said, slipping his hand suddenly up between the yielding thighs of the half-bewildered Mary.
'Oh, Dick, don't you tickle me too much, don't lean against me so hard, don't my love. Oh!' she panted, as Dick pressed her in his arms, called her his darling, and drew her on to his lap.
'Oh, Dick! What do you want? What is your hand doing there? I can't let you do that, don't you know it is not right? Oh! How you tickle me, what would mamma say if she knew that you had your hand there?'
'Why, what could she say? She was often tickled there herself; how could she have had you if someone had
