Eveline

he came home.

'My dear, I want you to meet Lord Endover. He is very anxious to make your acquaintance. Here he is. Allow me to introduce Lord Endover. Lord Endover, this is my young friend, Miss L.'

He was a rather old-looking young man, I thought. A line of wear and tear, the result, the report said, of hard living, had already marred a fairly handsome face. He had been spoiled in society, but still remained a bachelor. He was popular among the men. His familiars called him 'Endy.' He was a noted sportsman and a keen follower to hounds. We danced a waltz together, then supper was announced by the sound of a trumpet. Lord Endover took me down to a magnificent repast served in the cloisters below the great hall.

The Endovers are not a particularly old family. A generation back they called themselves Endover-Tipp. The grandfather of the present Earl managed to dissipate most of the family property and died up to his neck in debt, every available acre mortgaged to the hilt. His son married Miss Dorothea Tipp, the daughter of an enormously wealthy Chicago provision man. Gaddernenus B. Tipp was, as the French would put it: 'un pigs.' That is, he possessed a factory in that city. It was an immense affair, full of machinery. I have been told they drove the swine in at one end, and the hams and sausages and things came tumbling out at the other. However that may have been, the Earl married the rich American girl. She brought a large fortune to him, paid off all his father's debts and besides purchased a beautiful seat in Cumberland which she called 'Chitterlings.' The only thing old Tipp insisted on was that his noble son-in-law should add the name of Tipp to his own. The present Earl, however, had got over that difficulty. By the aid of a couple of hundred pounds and the Heralds' College he had struck the Tipp off again and reverted to the original family name. Both his parents were dead now and the Earl was very well off. Although he was reported to have spent a somewhat dissolute youth, he had always the sense to keep within his means. The estates had vastly improved under his management. His ancestral seat, Normanstoke Towers, was undoubtedly the finest property in the county after the Duke's castle. Lord Endover had the singularly good taste to prevent his very evident admiration of myself from becoming too fulsome. He conversed sensibly on such everyday subjects as interested him and appeared especially pleased when he found I was a good horsewoman and knew something about horses and stables.

It was already two o'clock. I had danced nearly every number on the program. I found myself once more reclining under the shadow of the subtropical plants between the marble columns. The music at the moment was low and sweet. I was adsorbed in following the cadence. A low voice sounded close to my ear from behind.

'Your future lies at your feet tonight. Will you stoop and pick it up?'

I started. I turned suddenly. The foliage securely concealed the speaker. I fancied the voice was familiar. I could not identify it.

'May I have the pleasure of this waltz with you, Miss L?'

The request came from Lord Endover. I rose. I took his arm and we danced.

As I passed on Sir Edward's arm through the entrance hall on our way out, the same low, soft voice whispered in my ear: 'Remember?' I turned my head sharply. A thick-set, good-looking man with heavy whiskers and in plain clothes stood among the other servants. In a flash I recognized the voice. It was that of the ever watchful Dragon.

It was nearly four o'clock before I sat with my papa in the carriage on the way home. I was excited with the dancing, the gaiety, and the champagne. Sir Edward passed his arm round my satin waist. He pressed his lips to mine. He whispered burning words of love and passionate desire. He drew my softly-gloved hand within his own, his excitement equaling mine.

'Dear papa, we must not part tonight like this. We are both too excited. You must enjoy your little girl as you wish; Eveline will not be content until she has had it. We shall be quite alone. I will see that Fanny goes off to bed and then-'

'And then I will be in the little boudoir where no one can hear our kisses.'

'There no one can hear our sighs, our movements, or our transports of pleasure. Will it not be delicious, dear papa? Shall your Eveline come to you in her peignoir?'

'By no means, my darling. I want to have you as you are, in your ball dress. The white satin excites me horribly. Your pretty hands drive me wild. Feel here!'

He put my hand on his thigh. His limb was already at its full tension. I squeezed it and kept my hand there until the carriage stopped at our door.

'Fanny, you can undo my dress, lay my peignoir ready and then go to bed.' It was very late-or rather very early. 'Good night!'

'Good night, miss. Shall I call you in the morning?'

'No, Fanny. I want to sleep as long as I can. Now go to bed.'

I watched her go upstairs. I heard her close and lock her door. The house was absolutely quiet. Everyone slept but us two. I descended to the boudoir. Papa was there in his scarlet dressing-gown. He seized on me. My dress being loosened, he pulled my pouting breasts over the top. He glued his lips to them. I had retained my white kid gloves to please him. I held his stiff member in my grasp. I shook it gently up and down. He obviously relished my gloved touch.

'Your little Eveline would like to suck it, papa.'

I suited the action to the words. I sucked it for a few minutes. It grew harder in my mouth. He thrust himself deeper. I did not wish to finish him off just yet. He threw me back upon the sofa. He turned up my beautiful satin ball dress. He exposed my legs. He devoured my fine pink silk stockings with a frenzy impossible to describe. His tongue ran up and down the material. He began to whisper indecencies. He told me he wished to suck my anus. I replied that he was most welcome to do so. But only if it were preparatory for penetration by his limb. A demoniacal lust possessed us both. Our faces glared with the hot passion we felt consuming us.

I stood again before him, in my stays, my long silk stockings, my gloves, which I retained to please him: long evening white kid gloves which fitted perfectly, of finest perfumed kid, extending up almost to my elbow. I still retained my bracelets. My garters of rose velvet and old gold set off my hose glistening with my papa's saliva. To his view, I must have appeared a perfect houri, with only my light chemise of finest batiste to veil my satin skin, over which the delicate flush of health and good nourishment cast a roseate tint suggestive of joy and love's delight.

'Let us have our revenge now, dear papa. Let us outrage this false society all we can. Let us invert its hypocritical precepts. Let us be as indecent as we can. Look at me, darling! I am your girl! I love you! I love to give you pleasure. I enjoy only when you enjoy.'

I clasped his erect member in my delicately gloved hand. I rubbed it again until it became purple with excitement. My jeweled bracelets tinkled prettily as I played the harlot with him. He passed his hand over my body-over my cool buttocks, rosy with health. My soft thighs, pink and plump, attracted his haggard eye-his wandering fingers. He felt me all over. I was in a rare bath of love's excitement, ready for any man or devil. I toyed with his nakedness. I commenced again to excite him further by my lewd whisperings, my murmured indecencies, imploring him to make me his whore.

'Oh, my girl, my darling! I can wait no longer. I must-I must discharge! I must satiate this terrible longing with you, my Eveline. Do not keep me waiting. My member is bursting to bury itself in my little girl. I never knew what lust really was till I realized it with you, my child! Quick, slip off your things, your stays! Let me begin! I can wait no longer. We will wallow in lust-in pleasure. Yes, yes-I know-you little devil-you beauty-in incest-delicious, unbridled incest!'

'Take me-enjoy me! Do what you will with me! Be quick! I want you! I want to feel you inside me!'

I unhooked the rest of my bodice. I threw it off. I stepped out of the skirts. I retained only my short chemise. I ran my hands over myself, displaying my dripping parts. 'All for you, papa. All for you.' He rushed upon me in a frenzy of lust. We fell together, not on the sofa, but on the thick hearthrug. His stiff limb entered my body to the hilt. We lay in a bath of pleasure. He panted and pushed. 'Harder,' I demanded. Now he truly rammed me. 'Good,' I said. 'Again.' Then I called on him to spend. He wanted to recommence. I dissuaded him. We embraced and bid each other a good night. In less than half an hour I was fast asleep in my own soft and luxurious bed. Papa went off to his room tired out, but he said the next day he had slept 'like a top.'

A few days later, I made my way across town to the 'Tea Room.' 'Good morning, Mrs. Sanderson, the little room upstairs will be at liberty this afternoon, I hope?'

'Yes, I will keep it specially, and you can drop in at any hour you may arrange.'

'That is very kind of you. I will not forget your attention. You will please also take care that no one is about,