brandy to pull him straight afterwards.
Gladys who had watched the boy buggering me, had noticed that I enjoyed it very much, now had the presumption to express her opinion that she could take a prick up her back door. So she knelt on the rug, and one of the boys placed his weapon at the entrance. He had a hard time of it, and wasted some little time getting into her virgin rosette, but with the aid of some saliva, at last went all the way into her, and I think she enjoyed his buggering immensely.
One of the last acts in the comedy was a more simple one, savoring indeed, somewhat of the diversions of our sailors when far from land. The Baron put up a five pound note as a prize for which boy could come first. My boy, I am pleased to say, won hands down, thus once more exemplifying the old proverb that experience will tell. He spent with a scream of delight, occasioned, no doubt, by the mixed joy of the action and the reflection that his feat had earned him five pounds.
Subsequently we all sat down to a light refreshment of tea, cakes and champagne-all naked as we were, and I encouraged the boys to talk. Those in favor of the disestablishment of the Church of England would have received the confessions of these pretty choir boys as valuable testimony.
They owned up frankly that at the fashionable church where they were employed, not only the curates, who were mostly young Oxford men of good family and some means, but the vicar himself, a cadet of a noble house were addicted to the vice of sodomy. The boys were picked for their good looks, providing of course, that their voices were also good, and were speedily demoralized. Thus the vicar and the curates of St. — ran a sodomic harem in the name of the Almighty. It was a church frequently attacked by John Kesnit. Had that worthy zealot known as much as we did, he might have attacked more than the vestments and the incense.
The boys had no shame; in fact they gloried in their sin, and one of them reeled off a string of distinguished names, the bearers of which had sunk their penises in his little bottom.
Gladys and I, to round off the party, had another go at this sport. She seemed to have taken quite a delight in this form of fornication. While her boy was working away in her rear parlor, Gladys wriggled her arse like a fairy. The old Baron laughed uproariously at her antics, and twitted her about her previous remark anent her tight little arse-hole that no man could get into — offering to bet that even he could get into her now.
After a short rest Gladys let him try it, at the expense of a diamond ring, and he soon succeeded in shoving his big joystick up in her pooper, causing her to squeal with rapture.
CHAPTER FOUR
But to return to the earlier history of Blanche La Mare, so scandalously interrupted by the Baron and his boys.
I will skip all further details of my life in London till the Herbert Restall Company got away on tour. We were to open at Oxford and the “train call” was for Paddington, 11:30 of one memorable Sunday morning. I turned up early, unaccompanied, for Madame Karl had gone out to supper the night before, and had not returned-perhaps as a little revenge for my absences.
Still, I was not the first on the platform, and I soon got to learn that the habit of theatrical companies was to arrive very early at the station, and exhibit their best frocks. I had my best frock on, and I'm certain it was the best in the company. Herbert Restall cast an admiring glance at me when he arrived. He did not speak to me, and I noted the reason, his wife, an angular lady past fifty, and of forbidding and none-conformist type of countenance, followed him everywhere.
We had a special train from platform number three, and I was engaged in looking for it, when Annesley appeared.
“Madame Karl is so sorry she couldn't get back,” he apologized, “but her cousin was ill, and-.”
“Never mind the explanations,” I cut him short. “I hope you both enjoyed yourselves.”
To judge from the lines under his eyes, he had.
He found me the train, and he found me also the acting manager, who was engaged in gumming labels on the carriage windows; labels indicative of the compartments to be occupied by various members of the company. Thanks also to Annesley's introduction, I was not put to travel with the chorus ladies, but with the two “Sisters Knock,” the dancers, to whom also Annesley introduced me, and we all repaired to the bar together, in which pleasant spot were assembled the majority of the company, some seventy all told.
To Annesley's introduction I owed a pleasant journey, for the two sisters Knock turned out jolly companions, and very soon threw off any reserve. We stelled into our corners; I produced my cigarette case, and conversation very soon became not only general, but free.
They were neither of them girls who made the slightest pretence of being moral; they took it for granted that I was the same. They were pretty girls, hopelessly uneducated and common, but possessing a certain subtle gaminerie that gave them an odd charm of manner. They were dancers, wherefore it is not necessary to do more than state that their figures were excellent. They were absurdly alike, in face, figure, eyes, hair and everything and by dressing alike, down to the very smallest detail, they made it very difficult for anyone but their most intimate friends to tell the difference. Once, when I knew them better, I ventured to remonstrate with them on this point.
“You must at least make a point of helping people to decide between you.” I said. But the eldest Miss Knock, who was generally the spokeswoman of the two, was not at all of my way of thinking. “My dear stupid little darling,” she opined, “That's exactly why we keep the deception up. We don't want people to know the difference. Now, barring that Maud's got a bit of a mole on her left hip which I haven't, we're just about as alike as two peas.”
She helped herself out of a generously sized flask, passed it round, and settled down to be confidential.
Then she went on to tell me how useful it was when either she or her sister had an engagement with a man that they couldn't keep. It appeared that no man could tell them apart, even in bed, and even, when quite undressed, and in a strong light. All that Maud had to do when her sister sent her in her place was to put a bit of gold beater's skin over the tell tale mole, and things were all Sir Garnet. In fact Maud once went to Paris for a week with a new mash of Mabel's, while Mabel stopped at home to see after a rich American whom she had just picked up. If it hadn't been for that convenient sister she would have had to forego either the American or the other boy, which would have meant a loss of money. Mabel was the best talker of the two, and it was generally she who first attracted the men, but which sister the men got afterwards, when matters had been arranged, was simply a matter of chance. The girls went shares in all they got, and they did very well. Likewise to mention a very intimate matter, it came in particularly useful when one of two happened to be incapacitated from love by the presence of her monthly periods. The other simply filled the vacancy Mabel collared quite a sum of money on one occasion, it appeared, by wagering with a rich young sportsman that she would take fifteen men twice each, during a night of eight hours, and come every time. Now she was game for fifteen, being a girl of exceptionally amorous and capable temperament, but double that amount was naturally beyond her. So the arrangement was made that the tourney was to take place in her own flat, and that she was to be left alone for a while between each insertion.
Of course you can guess that sister Maud, of the existence of whom the men where unaware, stepped into the gap on alternate occasions, and the deed was triumphantly accomplished and the money won, two hundred and fifty pounds, quiet a nice little doucer for the two.
I believe it was a delightful ceremony. The young man who made the bet brought fourteen of his friends, and they was Sandhurst boys in the very pink of health and physical strength, and right lustily they accomplished their task.
The whole affair was very well managed, I gathered from Mabel's narrative. The boy who proposed the bet was rich, and he presented the performers with a supper amply calculated to in every way feed their lust. Likewise a sideboard groaned with good things to eat and drink to sustain the men and the greatly daring girl during the night.
The first supper was decorous enough, for Mabel refused any early advances on the part of the men. A few bawdy toasts were drank, and Mabel was made to swear a solemn oath that she would not lie about coming. Supper over, the devoted girl retired to her room, which led out of the dining room, and returned stark naked. And a pretty sight she must have been, exciting indeed to the eyes of those randy young men. I have often seen her naked
