'I don't know, I'm sure. Your things are both so dreadfully large and stiff.'
In another second I was on my back on the sofa. It was exactly opposite the Chinese vase to the left of the door. I gave a despairing look in that direction as the young fellow his friend called Tom bent over me. He inserted his knees between my thighs, while the other, with the greatest good humor, arranged a soft pillow for my head. Tom lay prone on my body, his hairy chest pressing my soft breasts. My parts were in no condition to resist him, potent as was this monstrous rammer. I was actually swimming in the moist exudation which kindly nature provides in such an emergency. Already I felt the broad head of his instrument thrusting itself within my slit. With steady pressure he continued to penetrate.
'Put your hand under her bottom, Bill. I'm half in already. She's- she-oh! She's awfully nice. It's heaven! That's it! So-raise her up!'
'Make haste and give it to her! I want my turn!'
Tom began a gentle undulation, supporting himself principally on his knees and hands. He raised his head. He looked me in the face.'
'Oh, my! You're into me! Oh! Ah! Pray go gently-you're so strong! You're too bad! Oh! Ah! But it's nice now!'
Bill's broad palm was still under my buttocks which he raised up in unison with his friend's movements.
'Is that nice now, eh? Is he stroking you nicely? Hasn't he got a fine tool?'
It was impossible to answer. I stretched out my right arm. My hand encountered Bill's stiff weapon only waiting the other's vacation of my parts to be itself inserted in its place. I gasped with pleasure. Meanwhile the act was proceeding with the utmost vigor. The young fellow was up to his balls. His rough belly, covered with curly black hair, rubbed upon my satin skin with an exquisite sensation of lustful friction. I felt his limb vibrating with delight whenever he stopped for a moment the determined thrusts with which he belabored my poor body.
'I've got my finger on the line between his balls. I think he'll spend directly. You'll get a lot. He just can let it out!'
'Oh, Bill! He's up to my womb now! He's so long-so hard! It's awfully nice! Oh, my! Oh!'
Here were two men assisting in the single act! It was a new sensation. I found it delicious. My flexible parts were stretched round the stiff instrument like a glove. The other's finger seemed to act as a spur upon the man's genitals. He drove up and down furiously. He worked away with indescribable energy. I felt the short spasmodic thrusts which preceded the discharge. I came. He lay on me pouring out his rapture. His sperm burst from him. It deluged my longing parts in rapid jets. When all was done, he withdrew with reluctance, urged thereto by his friend. Before I could even rise, Bill sprang upon me. He get between my legs. He contemplated my naked body, red and bruised by the rough contact of his companion, as a hawk might gloat over its tender quarry. He lay down to his work, stretching my thighs open to receive his loins between. He pointed his strong limb to my already reeking slit. He drove it into me until I felt the crisp hairs on his belly chafe my mount. It was a new sensation for me. I found it exquisite. The heat, the slippery condition I was in, the knowledge that the young fellow would end by doubling the flood I had already received, wound up my imagination to fever heat.
'My God! Tom, she's heavenly nice! Put your finger down and tickle me between my balls. I'm up to her waist. Oh! My God-oh!'
The big member of my second ravisher seemed to swell to an enormous extent, caused probably by the fervent temperature of my own parts. He seemed very long in bringing the lewd business to a climax, though his limb hardened till it more resembled a truncheon of wood. He worked away with frenzy. At length, I felt him spend. He spouted a second emission into me. He was so long in doing it, I thought he would never finish. At last the final drops were expended. The human cascade ran dry. My chemise was saturated with their sperm. Even the holland cover of the sofa was marked by a big round patch. I hastily rose. I made my toilet behind the screen which covered the position of the necessary furniture. We all three then reposed upon the sofa, pressed together like sardines in a box. Each of my new friends vied with the other in their indecencies and their libidinous suggestions.
How I passed the entire hour during which these two delicious young men kept me wantonly at their service it is impossible to record. I only know I experienced a round of voluptuous sensations indulged in amid smothered cries of intense nervous exaltation. At last, I believe, I slept. I recollect indistinctly a quaint triangular adieu-a long silence. Then the voice of Lord L sounded in my ear and I threw my arms about papa's neck. He had been a witness of all that had passed. He explained the secret of the little cabinet. He showed me the interior. I looked through the opening. It could be effectually closed with a wine cork. There were two of these peepholes, arranged both for the eye and also for the transmission of sound. Securely screened among the carved foliage of the bracket and immediately under the shelf on which stood the large Chinese vase, no one could suspect their presence which was rendered doubly unlikely by the blackened corks when not in use. The partition between the two rooms was only a thin paneling of wood.
'I should like to be with you, dear papa, and share your curious pleasure by witnessing something also. Could we not see on another occasion just as today you have seen us?'
'I have no doubt it could be managed. I will make inquiries. Money, my dear Eveline, will buy anything in London.'
'No, papa dear. No money could buy off the love-the wicked, willful, ardent love that Eveline has for you.'
'Well spoken, my darling! However, it will serve our purpose in this matter. Next week, if you have time and opportunity, we may bring off an exhibition of a peculiarly interesting character.'
Chapter 5
How sweet is this country air! How lovely the blue water of the lake which sparkles in the sun beneath the shadow of the trees. Yet winter is upon us-winter in Cumberland. I have no taste to remain to encounter the snow, the cold. Chitterlings is delicious in the summer. It is not altogether such a residence as I should select for the winter months. Endover is still away in the North-shooting. I feel also much inclined for a little sport, though I fancy I should be on more congenial ground were I to be shot at and become the target of some gallant gun.
These subjects revolved themselves in my mind as I reached the great iron gates which gave entrance to the avenue. Mrs. Hodge, the gatekeeper's wife, ran out all wreathed in smiles to open them, a buxom, good-looking woman of some seven or eight-and-twenty years of age. After her came toddling a chubby lad of some three summers. A second held on by the lodge doorpost, just getting firm on his legs. I looked on well pleased to pause in my solitary walk, to regale my sight with a picture so rural, so natural, so unobtainable. No, money cannot purchase all. These are gifts for which nature refuses such dross, blessings which are sometimes unobtainable for all that wealth may have to offer.
'Good morning, Mrs. Hodge. Why bless me! What fine boys! Are those both your own?'
'Well, yes, my lady. They are mine-and my man's too. This is my eldest. Yonder one's my second. That's all, my lady-all at present, but there's another on the way.'
'Ah, Mrs. Hodge, you are a lucky woman to have such splendid children. They are perfect little cupids.'
'I don't know about cupids, my lady; this 'un's christened Christopher. The parson gave us the name, which it was a merchant captain which sailed over to America. Christopher Columbus his whole name was. That's Columbus standin' by the door. He's just a year old last week, my lady, and can walk and run till it's all I can do to catch him. But Lor' bless him! He's a good little lad, and happy as the day is long.'
'I quite envy you. I fear such happiness is not for all in the world. Have you a good husband, Mrs. Hodge?'
'Lor' bless you, my lady, that I have! My Jock is never so happy as when his work's done and we sit inside together of an evening. He reads a lot then aloud to me, for you see, my lady, he works hard in the woods, cuttin' timber all day on the estate out yonder, and he takes his supper hearty, he does, and then he sits, and smokes, and reads.'
'How long have you been married, Mrs. Hodge?'
'Nigh on to four years now, my lady.'
'You've not lost any time, I perceive.' I laughed. The good woman joined in my merriment.
'Lor', ma'am-your ladyship, I mean-I beg pardon-if you only knew how rampageous my Jock gets! Why, I had
