exhausted in the effort to fined sufficient terms of endearment and delight.
We had a delicious fuck. And here, let me say a word in explanation.
After an unusually wide experience in the matters, I prefer the embraces of an elderly man, provided he has not enfeebled by early excess or self-abuse. As a rule young men are too hasty and precipitate, and their only thought seems to be self gratification.
Whereas, an elderly man is usually more deliberate in his action and more anxious that the woman he is with should fully participate in the pleasure, so that she might more lovingly respond to his emotion; as Byron tunefully expresses it:
All who joy win, must share it -
Happiness was born a twin.
An elderly man also is generally more fond and tender in his love and far less exacting in his demands.
But another deeper reason for this partiality arose from the different way in which the act itself is regarded by the two sexes. Man, who is perhaps by nature and training more selfish, generally looks for pleasure irrespective of the female who supplies it, anyone in fact that suits his purpose will do. it is not so with woman, at least not generally, and I know my own sex well; their chief and highest gratification arises from their capacity to import enjoyment to the man they love, and hence they seldom care for the venereal connection except with one whom they esteem and love. Of course, I don't refer here to those who from unfortunate necessity are obliged to grant favours to anyone who will pay for them; for such as they the poet speaks when he declares:
Let all mankind this certain maxim hold, Marry who will, our sex is to be sold.
With empty hands not tassels you can lure, But fulsome love for gain we can endure;
For gold we love the impotent and old.
And heave, and pant, and kiss, and cling for gold.
I refer only to those who bestow their favour freely, without that wretched greed for money or costly presents which degrades so many.
And with respect to such, I consider that Byron slanders us when he reproduces the French maxim:
In her first passion, woman loves her lover, In all others, all she loves is love.
Now my dear old Charlie, though not perhaps the object of my first passion, had really gained possession of my heart's best affection, and I therefore enjoyed and reciprocated in his embrace with a warmth I experienced with no other man.
I found him always kind, gentle and considerate, and, what would have been a special charm in the eyes of many, he was absolutely free from all tinge of the green-eyed monster, jealousy.
On the contrary, instead of restricting me in dispensing my favours, he was continually urging me to form fresh connections and seek out-oftheway adventures.
Provided I kept his secret inviolate, and that he occupied the first place in my affections, he rather rejoiced in the number and variety of my lovers; in fact there was not an aide de camp or officer in attendance whom he did not suggest as a likely subject for an amorous intrigue; but more of this anon. Now, as he lay soaking in my arms, he asked me to tell him more about Susy and Davy. 'But, how quick the fellow was in making up to her!'
'It turns out,' I said, 'that they are old friends. His father has charge of the barracks garden, and Davy worked there with him, and often brought Susy in to get fruit. So this morning he went out to renew her acquaintance. He seemed delighted to meet her again, and drawing her under the shade of wide-spreading banana trees, he took her in his arms, felt her young breasts, and then suddenly stooping ran his hand up her petticoat. I saw it all, for I was watching through the jalousies, and although she pretended to me that she was very angry, she certainly showed no displeasure at the time, so far as I could observe, for she remained quiet, and even opened her thighs to give him more room; what more might have happened I would not venture to say had not Zilla come into the garden to call her; when she heard Zilla's voice, she jumped and ran to meet her.'
'What fun it would be, if we could watch them together! Could you manage it, Queenie?'
'Well, I might; the kiosk at the end of the grounds commands the whole garden. I pass much of my time there reading in the upper room. If we could get there without being seen by them, we might watch all their manoeuvres and see everything they did through the jalousies. But perhaps the plan would be to take Davy into my confidence, and let him know beforehand that I was looking on and that he was giving me pleasure, as well as getting it himself. You might, without his knowledge, enter the grounds by the wicket gate close to the kiosk, and be there before me.'
'That is a capital notion, Queenie; arrange with him for tomorrow forenoon, and I will come around after dispatching my letters and telling them inside that I am going for a walk; but what would you think of calling him in now, settling with him, and giving him a little sport as a reward? The very thought of it is stirring me up, and making me disposed for a second turn.'
'Very well,' I replied, 'Go in there and conceal yourself while I call him in; I dare say he won't be slow in availing himself of the opportunity.'
So leaving the governor to settle himself again behind the door in my darkened room, I stepped into the garden and called Davy.
After a moment, he showed himself at the farther end, looking flustered and hurriedly getting his dress into order, while at the same time I caught a glimpse of Susy's skirt as she hastily disappeared through a side door.
'I want a bunch of geraniums to take with me in the carriage. Davy, gather some, please, and bring them into my room.'
He quickly followed me with the flowers in his hand. As I took them from him, I said, 'I am sorry to have disturbed you just now, Davy, what were you and Susy about?'
'Oh, missy, I was talking to her and she wanted to kiss me,' he said grinning.
'Very good, and you, Joseph-like, ran from her?'
'No, no, miss, Davy nebba run from a petticoat.'
'I believe you, Davy, you are too fond of what is under the petticoat; forgive me for having called you away from it.'
'Ah! Missy, I have been just longing for you to call me again as you promised; Oh, missy, may I now, just one leetle feel?'
'Well, Davy, if I let you for a moment, will you be very good and do everything I ask you?'
'Dat I will, everything.'
He went on his knees, and I quickly felt one of his black paws roving over my bottom, and the other exploring my well-moistened cunt.
'Oh, how soft!' he muttered, smacking his large fleshy lips, 'it all melting wid lub; let me look.' I helped him to raise my dress. 'Oh, it hab bright colour — red as de rose; and a lubly smell, like one pinky; let me kiss um — oo- oo-ah; and suck um; it hab sweet juice like one sowsap.'
'Now, Davy, stand up before me while I sit on the sofa so; I want to see what you like,' I said, drawing out his black tool, 'why, it is all hot and moist, what were you doing with it?'
'Oh, missy, don't you know? Susy was kissing it.
'Then it must have been with the mouth between her legs; I know by the smell it has; you may as well tell me honestly; I won't be angry with you.'
'Well, missy, I won't tell you one lie, I had just given her one little poke, and was going to begin the second time, when you called me. I felt angry then, but I glad now.'
'Has Susy a nice cunt? Did you every fuck it before?'
'No, missy, but I kissed it. it is very nice, and you can see it all very plain, for it hab scarcely any cubbering, and it bery smooth to suck; but oh missy, I nebba see cunny so nice, and soft, and beautiful as yours; may I get in and hab one little fuck?'
'Yes, Davy, but listen first. I want to see you fuck Susy. To enable me to do so, you will have to bring her into the lower part of the kiosk in the garden, and lay her down on the matting in the corner, with her clothes well thrown up, you know, so that when I look down through the floor of the room above I may see all that you do. I will be there tomorrow forenoon and Susy will be sent into the garden while she thinks I am out riding. And if you do it well, and have plenty of talk too, I will give you a reward soon. Do you understand?'
Davy grinned with satisfaction. 'Good missy, Davy will do all he can to please.'
I then leaned back, spread my thighs, and let him push in his engine of love, turning him so that Charlie might
