that I would not venture to entrust such a piece of business to any of our youngsters.'
'Ah well,' said the lady, 'I would rather have avoided this part of the business; but I suppose what must be, must; and if the girl is to be seduced and rogered, you will have to do it. Of course, it is all fun for you, but I can't help but feel a little bit jealous. You don't care for her I know, as you care for me, but still all you young reprobates like a little change, and I am told that she is fresh and rosy-looking, with golden brown hair; while as for poor me, I am sallow and colourless, and my black hair looks dismal-I know it does.'
We may presume that Miss Bonham made these remarks in full consciousness of her charms; for she really was a splendid woman. And of course her lover judiciously lost no time in informing her of the fact, accompanying his protestations with the warmest caresses. So that at last the young lady, fairly vanquished, promised to be no more jealousthan she could help; that she supposed Alfred would have to like Rosa a little-just a little bit-or he would not be able to seduce her; and that when that nice little bit of business was done, he must leave her in some gay house, or in keeping with one of his friends, or somewhere or other; Miss Bonham was not particular, only that Alfred must never see the girl again; and must marry her-Eliza-as soon as it could be managed, and then they would live happy forever afterwards, as the story book says. On this there followed more kisses and caresses, and the lovers went out for a walk in the garden.
Leaving them in their happiness we will follow Master Robert on his excursion to the Fieldings' farm; an excursion taken on his master's account as far as business was concerned, but not without an eye to his own amusement should opportunity occur. The day was fine, and he walked leisurely along, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of having got away from the barracks, and of having nothing to do; not that Master Robert was particularly over-burdened in that respect at any time. He had asked directions as to his road from one or two country louts, and was following a side path which bordered a wood, when he caught sight of some chimneys in the distance; this he thought might be the farm he sought; and while he was considering the matter he perceived in the adjoining wood a girl and a boy gathering fallen sticks. He spoke to the couple, desiring to know whereabouts Farmer Fielding's might happen to be. On this, the girl said her brother should show him the way, while she went home with the sticks.
But Master Robert, who had his eyes about him, and perceived that the girl, though coarsely dressed was a stout, buxom, fresh-looking lass of about seventeen, proposed that she should show him the way, and that her little brother should take the sticks home. The girl seemed to hesitate; but the boy being presented with a penny, cut the matter short by running off to spend it, and thus left Robert, as he wished, alone with the nice-looking girl guide.
She was for going to the farm by the path, from which indeed, as she said, the house was easily to be seen; but Robert knew better than that, and said he was sure the wood must be a shorter way, and putting his arm around the girl's waist, led her along to where the bushes appeared to grow tolerably close. She laughingly declared that the way he was taking did not lead to anywhere; but did not seem to object nevertheless, even when Robert, spying a mossy bank, pretty well sheltered from observation, proposed that they should sit down there and rest awhile.
Finding that the girl was not at all ill-disposed for a little love-making, though she might be a little shy, the jolly dragoon proceeded to seat her on his knee, taking the precaution in the first instance of raising her petticoats, so that he might have facilities for exploring her bare rump.
And of course, when he had got tier great fat arse thus comfortably established, he lost no time in shoving a couple of fingers up her cunt.
As he found no maidenhead, he asked his rustic friend if she had any sweethearts among the country lads, to which she replied, smiling and shaking her head: 'No, no, Susan Flipper she had a sweetheart and she let him shove his cock into her, and she had a child and it gave her a great deal of trouble, — no, no sweethearts for me, thank you!'
'But what do you do, my precious, for something instead of a cock, and how do you happen to have lost your maidenhead?'
'Well, I don't know much about a maidenhead,' was the reply, 'but when I feel queer like, I get a carrot and ram it into me, into the slit between my thighs, that you've got your ringers in; and it makes me feel so nice-only one day I did it rather too hard, and burst through something and hurt myself.'
'Let's see,' said the astute Robert, as he turned the damsel over on her hands and knees, and pulling open the lips of her cunt, took a deliberate inspection, 'I can manage to give you a deal more pleasure than you can get from a carrot, Nelly (if that's your name) and without any risk of getting you with child.'
'Could you really now,' said the simple country girl. 'Is your cock quite harmless, then?' she asked.
'Certainly,' replied Robert, uncovering about nine inches of a wholesome looking and decidedly thickish prick, 'you perceive my dear, that if you go down on your hands and knees and I just shove in the red end of this machine, no harm can possibly happen to you; it is only when a girl is laid down on her back-with her thighs open, and her sweetheart gets atop of her and shoves the whole length of his tool up her that she gets big with child.'
'Ah, I know that's true enough,' replied Nelly, 'for Susan Flipper told me, that was the way her John got her down in the cow house, one day when she was milking, and what's more, she said he nearly split her arse up.'
'There's no fear of that with me, my pretty Nelly,' said Robert coaxingly.
'If you'll just go down on your hands and knees-on that soft mossy bank, I'll fuck you very gently, and will neither split your arse nor get you with child.'
'Well, you are a nice-looking civil young gentleman,' replied the rustic lass, 'and your cock is certainly an uncommon nice one, and a big one, — I only hope it is not too big, and so-'
'And so, I may! Isn't that what you mean to say, my pet?' interrupted Robert.
Then, taking consent for granted, he placed the strong well-shaped girl on all fours, with her jolly rump prominently stuck out, and the whole of her regalia completely displayed. As she was pretty tight, he at first kept tolerably well to his promise about not going further into her than the knob, but every shove made a difference, and by the time he had got to the fifth push, he was in up to the hilt, simply as far as his weapon would go.
Nelly did not reproach him greatly for his perfidy, on the contrary, she wriggled her bottom about, and even shoved it out to meet his furious lunges so that Master Robert enjoyed himself even more than he expected to do. That Nelly did the same may be pretty well inferred from the fact that when he was spunking into her, she was actually sinking under him with pleasurable emotion.
The young woman's first remark upon getting up was: 'Well now, I must get home to mother, or she'll wonder where I am. I don't know, young man, whether you kept very strictly to your word as to the amount of prick you just put into me, but I felt as if you put a deuce of a length!
How some ever, it was all very nice; and if you should happen to be passing this way, some other time, I am generally somewhere about, and if you don't see me, any of the lads or lasses working hereabouts will be able to tell you where to find me. That is if you want to do so, because perhaps you think one go is enough, and you are tired of me already.'
Robert gallantly assured her that this was far from being the case, and took a most affectionate leave of her; at least, if giving her a crown piece to buy a new bonnet, while his fingers were groping about her rump, is a fair proof of affection on the part of the young man.
Then he pursued his way towards the farm house, which he never would have had the slightest difficulty in finding without any guidance; secretly congratulating himself that whether he succeeded or not, in doing any business for his master, he had managed a very nice little bit of amusement for himself. So far so good. Entering the farm house, he at once accosted a jolly looking dame, whom he correctly enough supposed to be Mother Fielding, asked permission to sit down and the favour of a drink of milk.
The old lady perceiving at once, from his neat plain groom's dress, and the cockade in his hat, that he was some superior gentleman's servant, and propitiated probably by his good looks, not only asked him to rest himself, but put before him a tankard of strong ale, and some bread and cheese, remarking that it would be hard if Fielding's Farm could not afford a tired stranger a mouthful of beer.
'Then this is Fielding's Farm, is it?' said the apparently astonished Robert, 'and you are the Mrs. Fielding, mother of that beautiful young lady the officers at the barracks are always talking about.'
Mrs. Fielding acknowledged that she was the mother of the young lady in question, not without a deal of conscious pride at hearing Rosa so described, remarking however that it was like the officers' impudence, to be so free in talking about her daughter.
'But I suppose,' concluded the old lady, 'it is all the same to them, my daughter or somebody else's.'
