by the tempestuous prelude to the blissful crisis-and then came the exquisite consummation of our wildly excited sexual desires! With a half-strangled, ‘Ah h-h… Jack!’ Alice spent in rapturous convulsions just as I madly shot into her my boiling tribute.
Oblivious to everything but the delicious satisfaction of our overwrought feelings, we lay as if in a trance! We were roused by Connie’s gentle anxious voice, ‘Alice!… Alice!… Alice dear!’ as she set to work to undo Alice’s fastenings. Taking the hint, I rose after giving Alice a long lingering parting kiss, then we helped her to get up and Connie tenderly took her off at once to the girls’ alcove, while I retired to mine-where Fanny deliciously attended to me, her eyes sparkling with gratified pleasure at the recollection of the voluptuous spectacle she had been permitted to witness through the peephole.
As it was now getting late, we all dressed ourselves, and after a tender parting, I put Connie and Alice into a taxi and started them off home. On returning to my room, I found Fanny ready to depart. She was full of delighted gratitude to me for having managed that she should see all that went on and also have a share in the afternoon’s proceedings; and when I slipped a couple of sovereigns into her hand, I had the greatest difficulty in making her accept them. Finally she did so, saying shyly and with pretty blushes: ‘You’ve only got to call me, sir, and I’ll come!’ I kissed her tenderly, put her into a hansom and sent her home; then I wended my way to my club, where in bumpers of champagne, I recruited exhausted nature and drank to the three sweet cunts I had, that afternoon, enjoyed and their delicious owners, Alice, Connie and Fanny!
Eight
I did not see anything of Alice for some little time after the conversion of Connie, but I did not distress myself for I knew she would be in the first flush of her newly developed tribadic ardour and newly born passion for her own sex and would be hard put to satisfy Connie and Fanny and I felt sure that she would of her own option come to me before long. Meanwhile another matter began to occupy my serious attention.
A few months ago, I had made the acquaintance of Lady Betty Bashe at the house of a mutual friend; she was a consolable widow of something under forty and was busy introducing her daughter into Society, and for some perverse reason, she took it into her head that I would make an excellent son-in-law and proceeded to hunt me persistently-her daughter aiding and abetting her vigorously-till they became a real nuisance.
I had taken a dislike to both mother and daughter from our first meeting, although they both were decidedly attractive. Lady Betty was a tall, robust, buxom woman after the type of Rubens’ fleshy females, but somewhat more overdeveloped, and owed a good deal to her corsetiиre-I guessed that without her stays she would be almost exuberant, but nevertheless a fine armful. Molly (her daughter) was a small and dainty edition of her mother, and with the added freshness and juiciness of her eighteen years she was really a tit-bit. But both mother and daughter were silly, affected, insincere and unscrupulous, and Lady Betty’s juvenile airs and youthful affectations only tended to confirm my distaste for her.
I had told Lady Betty plainly one day that I was not in the matrimonial market; but she nevertheless continued to pursue me pertinaciously till it became intolerable-and I determined I would stop her at any cost.
Matters culminated at a dinner given by the same hostess whose kindly suggestion brought about the reconciliation of Alice and myself, as already related in the first chapter. She, of course, again gave me Alice as my dinner partner, an arrangement that did not commend itself to Lady Betty. I think she must have taken a little too much of our hostess’s champagne, but in the middle of dinner, she called out in a tone that attracted everyone’s attention and checked the conversation, ‘Jack, we’re coming to lunch the day after tomorrow; mind you’re in!’
I was intensely annoyed, first by the use of my Christian name and then by the intolerable air of proprietorship she assumed; but the look of distress on my dear little hostess’s face impelled me to face the music. So I promptly responded with a smile: ‘That will be very nice of you, Lady Betty; you shall have some of my famous soufflй, and you will be the first to see my new curios!’ The conversation then turned on my curios and soon became general, much to my hostess’s relief-and the rest of the dinner passed off pleasantly.
As I was driving Alice home, she said sympathetically: ‘Poor Jack, what a bad time you’ll have the day after tomorrow!’
‘Not at all, dear,’ I replied cheerily, ‘somebody else will have the bad time-for unless I am greatly mistaken, there will be a lot of squealing in the Snuggery on that afternoon, her ladyship will be made to remember the pleasures of married life, and there will be one virgin less in the world!’
Alice started in surprise. ‘You don’t mean to say, Jack, that you mean to… to…?’
‘I do!’ I said stoutly. ‘I’m sick of this annoyance and mean to stop it. Come and see the fun, dear?’
‘I will, gladly,’ Alice replied energetically; ‘but Jack, do ask Connie also, for we both have a certain bone to pick with her ladyship!’
‘Won’t you include Fanny also in the party, dear?’ I asked mischievously.
‘Jack! that would be just lovely!’ Alice exclaimed with sparkling eyes. ‘Yes Jack! please let Fanny come! we’ll then be three couples-very convenient, sir-and she’ll be so useful in the undressing and the… the… sponging! Yes Jack! let’s have Fanny also-then we can have a regular orgy with Lady Betty and Molly to amuse ourselves with!’ she gloated, eagerly hugging me in her excitement while one hand wandered down to the fly of my trousers.
I was hugely taken by her idea-a luscious woman and a voluptuous maiden on whom to exercise our lustful ingenuity. ‘A most excellent idea, darling,’ I replied, ‘you bring Connie with you, let Fanny follow and hide in my alcove till she’s wanted, as before-and we’ll give Lady Betty and Molly an afternoon’s entertainment that they won’t easily forget, and also have a heavenly time ourselves!’
Alice smiled delightedly; then cuddling up to me she whispered: ‘Now Jack, I’m going to ask a favour; I’m longing to be… fucked in my own little room, in the middle of my own familiar things, on my own bed! Come in tonight, darling, and do me!’
‘Yes!… yes!… yes!’ I whispered passionately, punctuating my reply with kisses and noting with delight how she thrilled with sweet anticipation. Soon we arrived at her flat; soon Fanny, with pretty blushes, ushered me into Alice’s dainty bedroom; and on her little bed and in the piquant surroundings of her most intimate self, Alice, stark naked, received me in her arms and expired deliciously five times, while I twice madly spent into her. So excited was I by my voluptuous experience of fucking an unmarried girl in her own bedroom and on her own bed that I began a third course-but Alice murmured: ‘No Jack darling! not again!… I’ve got to console Fanny presently, and she’ll be very excited!’-whereupon I reluctantly rose off her, dressed, and after a hundred kisses (not confined to her mouth by any means) I went home, imagining on my way Fanny in her mistress’s arms, the cunts of both in sweet conjunction.
The eventful afternoon came round. Lady Betty was disgusted at finding that she and Molly were not going to have me exclusively at their mercy all the afternoon, and vented her spite on Alice and Connie more than once in her ill-bred way; but they knew their vengeance was at hand and took her insulting impertinence with well-bred indifference. In due course we were all collected in the Snuggery, Fanny concealed in my alcove.
‘Jack, why don’t you have those nasty pulleys taken down, they are not pretty, they’re useless, and they’re horridly in the way!’ exclaimed Lady Betty, as she narrowly escaped coming against one.
‘Why, they form my gymnasium, your ladyship!’ I replied, ‘I couldn’t do without them!’
Molly now joined in eagerly. ‘How do you work them, Jack?’ she asked, ‘what’s the idea of the loops? I’m a dab at gymnastics but never saw this arrangement before.’
The loops are wristlets, Miss Molly,’ I replied: ‘you must fasten them round your wrists and then grasp the rope with your hand-thus you divide your weight between wrist and hand instead of it all coming on the fingers, as in a trapeze.’
Of course all this was arrant nonsense and rubbish, yet this ‘dab in gymnastics’ believed it all solemnly; it was a fair sample of her ways.
‘Oh, how clever!’ Molly exclaimed in her affected fulsome way. ‘Let me try, Jack! Alice please fasten me!’ Alice complied demurely with a sly glance at me.
‘I used to be the best girl at gymnastics at school,’ said Lady Betty complacently. ‘Molly takes after me.’ By this time Alice had fastened the ropes to Molly’s wrists and the latter began to swing herself slowly and gently backwards and forwards.
‘Oh, mother, it is jolly!’ cried Molly. ‘Do try it!’
Ever anxious to show her juvenility, Lady Betty rose briskly. ‘Will you fasten me up, Jack?’ she said as she raised her arms for the purpose-I’m afraid I’m too old and heavy for this sort of thing now! Will the ropes bear me, Jack?’
‘They carry me, Lady Betty,’ I replied as I fastened the wristlets to her arms, ‘why malign yourself so
