stop it, but she was saved, and luckily her parents believed her story about her spraining her ankle, and never came to town to see after her, believing her to be in such good hands when she was with us! She soon got well, and would you believe it, the very first man she had on her recovery was Allan Mac Allan!'
'Oh!'
'Yes! But we gave him such a lecturing that I don't think he'll ever 'pooh pooh' the saviour sponge again.'
CHAPTER V. FRUITION
Lucia's story of the tadpoles affected me in more ways than one. I shivered alternately with fright and pleasure. I was something like a person suffering from ague-I had my cold fit succeeded by the hot. At one time I thought that not for all the pleasure in the world would I run the risk of giving admittance to no matter how charming a prick, which would surely leave behind it myriads of these disgusting tadpoles, each one of which constituted a danger of the very greatest importance to me. On the other hand, the fact that Lucia had not hesitated to give herself to Charlie the very minute after he had shown her the nasty, wriggling things through the microscope, showed that however great the danger from them might be, she felt convinced that she was so well protected that they could do her no harm, even though she were inundated by an ocean swarming with them. We talked and talked about them until my confidence began to return and I was once more in that state of enraptured expectation that, had Charlie come in, I should not have hesitated to take him between my thighs! Dear reader! I do so regret that I must bring my story to a close just when, in fact, it is only commencing, but I am the victim of circumstances, at the moment necessitating a long journey, and I do not know but that I may be called upon to travel, at all events to shift from place to place, for so long a time that I may not easily find leisure to continue these memoirs, so delightful for me to write and, I trust, pleasant and instructive to read.
Our visit to Worcester took place, and afforded Lucia an opportunity of dilating upon the handsome cousin who was to be my first lover! We drove past the place where the Althairs used to live, and Lucia pointed out to me where she and Charlie had many a sweet al fresco encounter. Oh dear, what a lad Charlie must have been! It was in that house he commenced his career as a lover of women! In that house he committed his first rape! In that house he laid the foundation of his first baby, for the ladies have at times used my cousin Charlie as a stallion when it was their wish to have offspring. And all about Worcester there were sites, sacred to the delicious consummation of love and desire, in which Charlie had been the man, and oh, a great variety of maids and matrons the women! Lucia seemed to have been the repository of all my cousin Charlie's amatory secrets, and her retailing them to me, with all the names of the fair ladies who had surrendered their charms to him told me more forcibly than anything could how great was the confidence she reposed in me.
I had intended to have made my dear readers acquainted with, at all events, the outlines of these exciting stories, but, alas, I have not the time. I must hurry on, and describe how I put in practice all that Lucia had taught me, and how I surrendered my maidenhead, and learnt the rapture which man, and man alone, can give to woman.
We paid our intended visit to old Penwick, and persuaded him to let me go to London sooner than he had at first thought possible, on the promise that, if I should be required at Worcester I could return without fail or delay. Lucia also ordered some dresses for me.
She got me what she called 'decent' drawers, chemises and stays, and in a very few days we were ready and started for London.
It was early in August. Few people were travelling to London, that is in the first-class compartments, so that we had the carriage almost entirely to ourselves the whole way.
Lucia, expectant of the delight she most prized on earth, was bursting with joy, and radiant with pleasure. We were to have only a 'family' party. Allan MacAllan was to be Lucia's man; Sir James Winslow, Gladys'; Robert Dane, Annette's; and Charlie Althair mine. Not for one moment did Lucia leave me to my thoughts; she either by design, or because she really was so excited herself, kept chatting, chatting, chatting to me, and always on the subject of the pleasure, so that, what with her words and the vivid caresses she continually gave me, I was in a state bordering almost on mania when we at length reached London. Had Charlie met us on the platform he might have taken me into the ladies' waiting room and had me there and then, and I should have offered not the slightest resistance. Lucia had continued to make me so lewdly randy-there is no other word to express my sensations. My heart and my cunt were on fire, and my blood ran like a torrent of fire through my throbbing veins.
A very handsome carriage and pair driven by a coachman in a splendid livery, and with a footman also, met us at Euston. Lucia spoke kindly and gently to both of the men, who touched their hats, and seemed glad to see her again. I looked keenly at them to see whether anything in their deportment showed that want of respect which, I had been taught to believe, marked the knowledge by men of their mistresses not being all they should be. But I saw nothing but the most well-bred respect, married with that affection which all good and well-trained servants show towards employers whom they love. In the state I was in, I could almost have given myself then and there to the footman, for he was a really handsome, well-made young man, and quite fit, as far as personal qualifications were concerned, to lie between a lady's thighs. I don't see why a lady may not desire a handsome servant man, just as gentlemen most certainly desire handsome servant women, so that I do not feel at all ashamed of telling my dear readers of what my feelings were on this occasion.
We drove rapidly through street after street. In spite of my throbbing cunt and my beating heart, I could not but observe all that I saw, and the huge London, of which I was then seeing but a small portion, struck me with amazement. But the noise prevented much conversation and Lucia made me recline backwards, whilst the only way I knew how intense her feelings were, was from the repeated hard squeezes she gave my hand.
At length we reached Park Lane, and drew up in front of what, from the outside, seemed so modest looking a house that I was rather disappointed. I had expected to see a more palatial looking building after all Lucia's descriptions, but I forgot that she had described no more than the inside of the house to me.
A fine, well-preserved, elderly woman opened the door for us, and once we were inside, Lucia kissed her affectionately, and introduced me to her. The old lady shook my hand and said I was a fine, pretty creature.
'Who's at home, Sarah?' asked Lucia.
'Miss, Gladys is upstairs, Miss, and Mr Charlie Althair.'
My face, I know, became crimson on hearing that name. Then he, he who was to-to-oh my goodness! He was already here!
Yes, indeed. At that moment I saw a lady coming down the stairs followed by a gentleman. The lady I guessed to be Gladys, and the gentleman I recognised to be my cousin Charlie, though it was years since I had last seen him, and he was only a boy then and I a little girl. But what a difference there was in him to what I recollected! There was a tall, broad-shouldered, strong-looking man, young indeed in face, but a perfect man in form and figure, instead of the slip of a handsome boy as I remembered my cousin Charlie. Now he had a fine moustache, and the firm-looking jaws of a man. I think the thing that perhaps struck me most was the appearance of power in him. He looked as if he could pick me up, and put me on his shoulder, and jump with ease over a five-barred gate. I felt my heart jump with admiration, and I was glad that such a splendid man as he was going to have me. I did not feel a bit shy. Lucia had wound me up to such a pitch that I was shivering with desire, and all the day since we commenced our journey I had had the most extraordinary sensation in the lower part of my body, in the 'organs of Love', as though millions and millions of ants were creeping and crawling in and out of my cunt, and all over my motte and groin, whilst my breasts seemed to be swollen and itching to be handled and pressed.
Gladys, for it was she, glided-you could not say walked, for her movement was more like that of a stately vessel wafted by a light breeze over smooth water-to Lucia, and the two women embraced one another with hearty hugs and kisses, pressing their breasts together, first on one side, and then on the other. They only said a few words to one another. It was, 'Well, Gladys!'
'Well, Lucia!'
Then they separated, and Lucia flew open-armed to Charlie, and oh, how they kissed and caressed one another! I felt a great pang of jealousy as I saw Lucia's hand fly to the top of Charlie's thighs, move about rapidly
