Eveline

'They calls her the Priapus, or maybe it's the Priam, or the Pegasus, but I think it's the Priapus, miss. A fine four-masted, full- rigged ship she is too, and over five thousand ton o' cargo they stows away in her. I didn't know you, miss, up there, aboard o' that rampin' great 'orse.'

'Oh, I'm very fond of horse exercise! The bumping up and down does me good. I'm off for a gallop on the South Downs before dinner.'

'Well, miss, all I 'opes is you won't tumble overboard. Good day, miss, and thankee very much for this 'ere yellow boy.'

'Good bye, Mr. Jones. I wish your son luck. Now, Johnson, I'm off! Follow me up close.'

I gave Goorkha the rein. He got clear of the town and the houses. He flew up the chalky road to the Downs. My weight was as nothing to him. He seemed rather to like it. He was full of mettle. He appeared, however, as if he knew the fragile nature of his burden. Poor fellow, why had they robbed him of his horsehood? Why was he not a stallion? I really think I should have loved him even carnally had he only been one. As it was, he was in my estimation first cousin to the Centaur. We were soon on the open downs, heading away for Beachy Head. On the right was a large chalk pit with a road for carts into it. One could see all round for miles.

'Is there anyone in view, Johnson?'

'No one, miss, that I can see for over a mile round.'

'Get down then and see to this girth.'

We had pulled up a little out of the road and up the narrow cart track which led into the pit. Johnson got down and came to my side.

'Isn't it too slack, Jim? Don't touch my leg, you wicked man! Don't put your hand there. Do you hear? Oh, Jim! Let me alone. Take your hand away, I say!'

'No one can see us now. We are quite alone. Do let me lift you down, miss. We can go into the pit there quite easy.'

'No, Jim. It won't do. How are you going to leave the horses? You know very well we cannot leave them. Besides-'

'Besides what, Miss Eveline? Don't be angry with me, I feel so awful randy. I can't help it.'

I looked down at him. His buckskin breeches bulged out in front.

'I have reasons why I cannot allow you to repeat your outrageous violence, Jim. All the same, I should like to get off and stretch my legs a little.'

Jim handed me down. We stood between the horses.

'Pull it out, Jim. I want to see it again.'

The groom needed no coaxing. He unbuttoned and instantly let loose his monstrous limb, throbbing with desire and obstinately erect. I took it in my gloved hand. There was something ineffably indecent in the idea of this man's huge member clasped in the delicate white kid gauntlet glove of a little hand like mine. I skinned it back. I gazed on the big nut.

'What can we do, Jim! I dare not move away from here.'

'Toss it off, miss. Oh do, miss! It's so awfully stiff, I shouldn't take a minute. We are quite alone. No one within miles of us now.'

He held both horses by the bridles. I moved my hand up and down his big thing. It grew red and stiffer-harder than ever. My hand flew up and down the long shaft. Jim groaned and staggered. I abated my movement a moment.

'Is it so very nice, Jim?'

'Oh! Oh! Miss, it's lovely. Only I wish it was up your belly-like- like-last time. Oh, what a game we had-didn't we, miss?'

I pulled the loose skin of his tool down with a gentle jerk at each stroke, so that the delicate nut presented itself all shiny and bent forward to my eager gaze. I thought it could not last more than a few seconds more. Already a drop of pearly dew issued from the little opening. My gloves were evidently doomed. I should be smothered in another minute. Only one thing occurred to me as a natural resource. I stooped. I kissed the dewy tip. I opened my moistened lips. I rolled my tongue round the big nut.

'Oh! Oh! I can't stand it! I'm coming! I'm coming! Oh!'

The next moment he discharged. The first outflow came in a great gush. It went straight down my throat. Then, responsive to my jerking tender movements, jet upon jet of thick sperm spouted from him. I continued as long as the spasms lasted. I only desisted when the source ran dry and the big limb fell away from my grasp.

Jim made haste to set himself to rights. The two horses had stood as quiet as the wooden ones at the coach maker's in Long Acre.

Jim asked me to kindly hold the reins a moment. The young fellow was awkwardly situated. But nature is nature everywhere, and after all, we have to be subservient to her dictates. Jim therefore wandered round the corner of the chalk pit at the entrance of which we stood. As he turned the angle of the cutting I noticed he stopped. A wild expression of astonishment spread suddenly over his face. He raised his hand and beckoned to me. I advanced with the horses a few paces. I could now see round the corner. I must have assumed the same look of blank amazement as he did.

Not twenty yards further and within the chalk pit, upon a little plateau of debris which had slipped down from the rim of the great cutting and still retained its verdant carpet of the fine grass of the Downs, were a man and a woman. They were lying upon this dainty spot. The woman on her back, the man on her body. They were evidently in the act of copulation. It was equally evident they had been too well occupied to have suspected our proximity. The woman had seized the shirt tails of her companion and had pulled them up to his waist in her excitement. The man was engaged in stabbing at the person of his friend beneath him and his posteriors were naked as the day, while his broad buttocks worked up and down with a velocity which promised to bring their pleasant pastime to a speedy issue.

'Oh, Lord, miss! Only look at that! Ain't he a ramming it in? Ain't she a-getting off it? Oh, my!'

The pair were too much occupied to heed anything or anybody. Jim was simply struck silly. He stared open- mouthed. He was immovably rooted to the spot. It remained for me to act.

'Oh, dear! How shocking! Johnson, come back! How dreadfully indecent! Do you hear, Johnson? Come here! Help me to mount. I feel ill-take me away! '

We withdrew quietly. I rode home slowly. I felt a little indigestion. I think it must have been the oeufs sur le plat I had at lunch. However, I didn't 'tumble overboard' as Mr. David Jones had feared I might. I appeared in perfect health at dinner.

'Hush, Percy! Are you sure you have locked your door?'

It was midnight. The church clock had just struck. I had prepared everything. I had only a peignoir of blue, my favorite color, and my fine soft chemise. I retained my black silk stockings and my little bronze shoes. I had thrown a dressing gown over all.

For full a minute we stood listening. We looked at each other. My brother's gaze was penetrating in its fierce intensity of desire-in its audacious incentive to animal concupiscence. There was no attempt at disguise on either side. No other sentiment for the moment than acute desire. I longed for him. I had waited so long. I had thought of him- dreamed of him. Now I was to have him! He was to possess me-to revel in my embraces. To yield his manhood and his virility at my shrine. I was to know all the ecstatic emotion of his incestuous contact. To aid him to his enjoyment. To watch his contortions of voluptuous excitement. To participate in all.

'Where have you been, Eve, all the afternoon? I looked for you at tea time. You had flown.'

'I galloped over the Downs on Goorkha. I wanted air. I thought it best to leave you to yourself. I wanted you to think. You were very silent at dinner, Percy.'

'I was thinking of what was in store.'

'Are you determined to go on? Don't you think it would be best to go back to your own room, Percy?'

He caught me in his strong arms. He covered my face with his kisses. His trembling hands invaded my bust. His lips settled upon mine in a lascivious kiss. I quivered with excitement. He did not utter a word, but he bore me gradually back towards the bed. I knew he was preparing himself for the fullness of his pleasure. He had only his dressing-gown over a foulard night-shirt. He slipped the cord. I beheld him almost naked within the wrapper.

'Oh! Percy-dear boy! Pray be cautious! I am so frightened!'

'There is no cause for fear, Eve; we are absolutely isolated at this end of the corridor. My room is the last. All