Mr. Turner's hand continued its efforts towards my knees. I relaxed my pressure a little. He reached my garters above them. In doing so he uncovered my ankles. He feasted his eyes on my calves daintily set off in openwork stockings of a delicate shade of pale brown.
'Oh, you are too bad, really! I ought not to let you do that-no, really! Pray do not do so-oh!'
It was a delicious game of seduction. I enjoyed his lecherous touches. He was constantly becoming more confident of his sudden and uncontrollable passion. He strained me to him. His breath came quick and sweet upon my face. I lusted for this man's embrace beyond all power of language to convey. His warm hand reached my plump thigh. I made pretense to prevent his advance.
'Pray-oh, pray do not do that! Oh!'
A sudden jerk as we apparently sped over some points. I relaxed my resistance a trifle. He took instant advantage of the movement. His finger was on the most sensitive part of my private parts. It pressed upon my clitoris. I felt the little thing stiffen, swell and throb under the touch of a man's hand. His excitement increased. He drew me even closer. He pressed my warm body to his. His kisses, hot and voluptuous, covered my face and neck.
'How divinely sweet you are! The perfume of your lovely breath is so rapturously nice. Do let me-do-do! I love you so!'
He held me tight with his left arm. He had withdrawn his right. I was conscious he was undoing his trousers. He had left my skirts in disorder. I saw him pull aside his protruding shirt. I secretly watched his movements out of a corner of my eye while he kept my face close to his. Then appeared all that I had seen on the bathing machine, but standing fiercely erect, red-headed and formidable-a huge limb. He thrust it into full view.
'My darling! My beauty! See this! See! See to what a state you have driven me. You will let me-won't you?'
'Oh, for shame! Let me go-pray do not do that-you must not. Your finger hurts. Don't-pray don't! Oh, dear! Oh! Oh!'
The jolting of the carriage favored his operations. His hand was again between my thighs. His second finger pressed my throbbing button. My parts were bedewed with the fluid begotten by desire. He was inspecting the premises before taking possession. I only hoped he would not find the accommodation insufficient for so large a tenant.
'Oh, pray don't! Oh, goodness! What a man you are!'
With a sudden movement, he slipped round upon his knees, passing one of my legs over his left arm and thus thrust me back on the soft spring seat of the carriage. He threw up my clothes. He was between my thighs. My belly and private parts were exposed to his lascivious operations. I looked over my dress as I attempted to right myself. I saw him kneeling before me in the most indelicate position. His trousers were open. His huge privates stood menacingly before my eyes. He had so far loosened his clothing that his testicles were out. His belly was covered with crisp black hair. I saw all in that quick feverish glance. I saw the dull red head of his big limb drawn downward by the little string as it faced me, and the slit-like opening through which the men spurt their white venom.
He audaciously took my hand, gloved as it was, and placed it upon his member. It was hard and rigid as wood.
'Feel that-dear girl! Do not be frightened. I will not hurt you. Feel-feel my prick!'
He drew me forward. I felt him as requested. I had ceased all resistance. My willing little hand clasped the immense instrument he called his 'prick.'
'Now put it there yourself, little girl. It is longing to be into you.'
'Oh-my good heavens! It will never go in! You will kill me!'
Nevertheless I assisted him to his enjoyment. I put the nut between the nether lips. He pushed while firmly holding me by both hips. My parts relaxed-my vagina adapted itself, as I had been told it could, without injury to the most formidable of male organs. The huge thing entered me. He thrust in fierce earnest. He got it fairly in.
'Oh! My God! I'm into you now! Oh! Oh! How delicious! Hold tight! Let me pull you down to me-so-oh! My God! How nice! How soft! How exquisite!'
I passed my left arm through the strap. My right clutched him round the neck. He put down his hand. He parted the strained lips round his huge intruding weapon. Then he seized me by the buttocks. He strained me towards him as he pushed. My head fell back-my lips parted. I felt his testicles rubbing close up between my legs. He was into me to the quick!
'Oh, dear! Dear! You are too rough! You hurt-you push too hard! My goodness me! How you are tearing me. Oh! Oh! Ah! It is too much! You darling man! Push! Push! Oh!'
It was too much pleasure. I threw my head back again. I grasped the cushions on either side. I could not speak. I could only gasp and whine now. I moved my head from side to side as he lay down on my belly and enjoyed me. His thing-stiff as a staff-worked up and down my vagina. I could feel the big plum-like gland pushed forcibly against my womb. I spent over and over again. I was in heaven.
He ground his teeth. He hissed. He lolled his head. He kissed me on the lips. He breathed hard and fast. His pleasure was delicious to witness.
'Oh! Oh! Hold tight, love. I am in an agony of pleasure. I–I-can't tell you! I-never-tasted-such delicious poking! Oh! Ugh!'
'Oh, dear! Oh, dear! You are so large! So strong!'
'Don't move! Don't pinch my prick more than you can help, darling girl. Let us go on as long as possible. You are coming again. I can feel you squeezing me! Oh! Wait a moment-so-hold still!'
'Oh! I can feel it at my womb-you are up to my waist! Oh, dear! Oh! Oh! You are so stiff.'
'I cannot hold much longer. I must spend soon!'
Bang! Bang!! Bang!!!
The train was passing over the points at Reigate. The alarm was sufficient to retard our climax. It acted as a check to his wild excitement-to the coming climax.
'Hold quite still, you sweet little beauty. We do not stop. The speed is quickening again. Now push! Push! Push! Is that nice? Do you like my big prick? Does it stir you up? You are right, my sweet. I can feel your little womb with the tip.'
He assisted me to throw my legs up over his shoulders. He seemed to enter me further than ever.
'Oh! You're so large! Oh! Good Lord! Go on slowly-don't finish me yet! It's so-so-nice! You're making me come again. Oh my!'
'No, dear, I won't finish you before I can help it. You are so nice to poke slowly! Do you like being finished! Do you-oh, my God! There, push! Push! Do you like to feel a man come?'
'Oh! Now so hard! There! Oh, my! Must-must I tell you-I–I love to feel-to feel a man spend-all the sweet sperm.'
'You'll feel mine very-very soon, you beautiful little angel. Oh! I shall swim you in it! There! My prick is in now up to the balls-oh! Oh! How you nip it-oh!'
He gave some exquisite short stabs with his loins. His thing, as hard as wood, was up my belly as far as its great length could reach. He sank his head on my shoulder.
'Hold still-I'm spending! Oh, my God! How luscious!'
I felt a great gush come from him. It flowed from him in quick hot jets. He groaned in his ecstasy. I opened my legs. I raised up my loins to receive it. I clutched right and left at anything and everything-I spent furiously. He gave me a quantity. I was swimming in it. At length he desisted and released me.
A few minutes sufficed in which to rearrange ourselves decently. Mr. Turner asked me many questions. I fenced some-I answered others. I let him believe I was professionally employed in a provincial company. I told him I had been unwell and had been resting a short time at Eastbourne. He was delicate enough not to press for particulars, but he asked for an address. I gave him a country post office. In a few minutes more we stopped on the river bridge to deliver up tickets.
The train rolled into the station. My new friend made his adieux. He dexterously slipped two sovereigns into my glove as he squeezed my hand. I was glad. It proved the complete success of my precautions.
I hailed a hansom and drove direct to Swan and Edgar's. Outside the station, my cab stopped in the crowd. A poor woman thrust a skinny arm and hand towards me with an offer of a box of matches. I took them and substituted one of the sovereigns. As I alighted in Piccadilly, a ragged little urchin made a dash to turn back the
