Eveline

'Oh, Jim! Is this what Mary was playing with?'

The young fellow had no better reply than a grin. He had one hand round my waist, but with the other he quickly unbuttoned his flap. He released his shirt. It stuck out horribly in front. Under it was something I meant to investigate. I pushed the shirt aside. My hand closed on his limb-a monstrous affair quite as large as that of the 'Teapot' and much nicer to feel. It was at least nine inches long and awfully thick! I laughed and pointed at it. He had lost all reserve now. I took a good look at his big thing. He had two large balls below. He was very hairy, much more so than John. He became dreadfully excited-quite mad with mere animal desire. He seized me again in his powerful arms.

'Jim! For shame-you must not do that! You are lifting me off my feet!'

He had his hand up my clothes. I struggled in vain to keep my balance. I had sown the wind-I was about to reap the whirlwind.

There were some trusses of straw in an empty stall. He lifted me bodily, turned me round, and threw me upon them. I fell on my back. Jim pressed down over me.

'Let me get up! Do you hear, Jim? I am frightened! Oh, it is too bad!'

He ruthlessly pulled up all my clothes. I wore no drawers. Everything was at his mercy. He was like a lion in his rage.

My thighs were exposed as I lay. He felt me all about-my legs, even my buttocks. He bent over me and held me forcibly down. He knelt between my legs. His monstrous limb stood stiff-impatient- fiercely erect, almost against his hairy belly.

'Oh, Jim, do you want to kill me? Let me go, I say!'

He dragged me towards himself. He opened my thighs. I thought it best to lie still. His intention was only too plain.

'No, but I mean to stroke you, if I swing for it. It will be nicey nicey presently. Only let me put it in.'

'To stroke me, Jim?'

'Well, anyhow, to have you.'

'What do you mean, Jim? Dear Jim! Do let me go!'

'Well, damn it, to roger you! It's too late to stop now. You're such a lovely little treat, you know, Miss Eveline! Who'd have thought you would have come in here just as I was feeling so randy?'

'What do you mean by 'randy,' Jim?'

All this time he was making awkward attempts with the huge knob of his weapon against my parts.

I put down my hand as if to defend myself. No wonder he could not get it in! The head of his limb was the size of a large egg-plum! I intended to brave all. In reality I was as lewdly inclined as he was. Secretly I enjoyed his brutality. My excitement rose to erotic fury. I made as though to divert his attack. He continued his cruel thrusts. I suddenly placed the tip of the knob between the humid lips. I clenched my teeth. So far from flinching, I bore up to him. I wanted the whole thing inside me. I felt he was in the right place; but oh, the stretching, the striving, the pushing! At last the thing went in-in-up my vagina-opening it as it had never been opened. He went to work — to 'stroke' me, as he called it. He pushed furiously. The straw was elastic. We bounded up and down. I met each lunge with a cry of lewd delight. Soon the pleasure was awful. I rolled in an agony of lecherous frenzy.

'Oh, my goodness! Oh! Oh! It's getting nicey nicey! Oh, Jim! You're stroking me now, Jim, ain't you?'

The man could only grunt and thrust. He was in ecstasy. While he was having me, he kept stopping to grip me tighter-to push in closer. He gasped-he snorted with the pleasure. I kept on coming. My spasms never ceased all the time he was in me.

'Oh, Jim, don't push so hard! You are so dreadfully big. You're too far in. Oh! My goodness, how you are thrusting! It's all wet! How lovely it feels now! Push! Push now, Jim!'

'Good Lord, miss! I'm coming-oh!'

He gave some thrusts, the like of which were new to me. They caused me to come again. They were short, hard jerks. I felt him discharge right into me. The hot seed came from him in jets. I closed my eyes-my limbs quivered in the luxury of wallowing in this common fellow's sperm. I received every drop in my belly. He seemed to take a deliciously long time in spending. At last he lay still.

'You must never stroke me again, Jim.'

'Not until next time, I hope, miss.'

He assisted me to rise. I could hardly stand. I regained the house. I entered with my own key. I regained my chamber unobserved. My face in the glass was more like that of a ghost. Jim's spendings were running down my legs and all over my silk stockings.

'Please, Miss Eveline, there's a cabman at the door says he wants to see you. He would not tell me his business. He's a sulky-looking chap, miss. Shall I send him off?'

'No, John, I am going out. I will see him myself.'

I chanced to be in the hall. I was ready for my morning walk. John watched me with glistening eyes and moist lips as I drew on and fitted my beautiful new gloves. I gave my dress a shake and a twirl, I put my dainty little foot up on the hall chair. John pretended to dust it with his pocket handkerchief. Robin was making himself evident.

'Open the door, John, please-I am ready now.'

I knew the man at once-the hansom driver with the hare-lip. He turned from his horse towards me as I emerged from the house.

'It's all right, thank you! You can close the door, John, and go in.'

'Well, you want to see me. What do you want?'

'Look here, miss! You left this here in my cab t'other night when I druv yer 'ome from the restaurant.'

'No-I am sure I left nothing. Besides, that is not my property.'

I knew that if he had really found a purse in his cab, it was his duty to take it to Scotland Yard. I said nothing more. I waited.

'If it isn't yours then it must be somebody else's. It doesn't alter the case though. The other night it was you as I druv here from the Up-to- Date Supper Rooms. Everybody knows what goes on there. When I sees a young lady comin' down from them there cabinet party ticklers to the private way out at twelve o'clock at night, I knows it's not for nuffin.'

'What do you mean? Don't speak so loud, my good man!'

'I mean wot I ses: when I sees a gent-a reglar toff, old enough to know better-handing a vartuous young lady into my hansom from them rooms-a young lady livin' here, and 'as parents as is proud of her, as knows nuffin of these goin's on-then I ses, ses I to myself- its' a shame, it's a blot as oughter be cleaned out, and the sooner them parents is made acquainted with 'em the better.'

'What does all this mean?'

'Wot does it mean? It means a tenner if as how I'm to 'old my tongue. I can't have my time wasted. I've 'ad two days' 'unt about the family and the 'ouse. I knows now who you are, miss. If you take my honest advice-you'll square it. I've druv yer twice from there.'

'What's a 'tenner'?'

The fellow had lowered his voice. He stopped, pretending to be arranging the India-rubber mat in his cab. I began to grasp the situation. My last question was only a ruse to gain time. Meanwhile I had made up my mind.

'Wot's a tenner? Why a ten pun' note to be sure, and it's nuffin when you consider it. S'pose I rings the bell, and axes your flunkey to see his missus, Lady L, werry partic'lar? I oughter do it-it's only my dooty.'

'But, my good man, it's a large sum of money. I haven't got so much here. I should have to go to the banker's for it and cash a check.'

'That's only reasonable. You can go now, and I can drive you. I don't want to make no trouble if I can 'elp it, and you're such a nice quiet sorter young lady. Only I tells yer-you'll 'ave to pay the fare there and back-nobody does nuffin for nuffin.'

'You promise me if I give you this money that you will keep the secret?'

'In course I will! It's only between us two-at present. Jump in, missy! Where to?'

'Drive me to Temple Bar. Go by Leicester Square and Long Acre. I want to stop at the Floral Hall by Covent Garden theatre as we go along.'