thighs opened readily at the slight pressure of his hand, and he was soon in full possession of the centre of attraction, which he found all glowing and humid from the effects of suppressed desire.
'I must kiss this jewel of love,' exclaimed Charlie, in a quick sort of suppressed whisper; 'my tongue will soon make you feel all that Rosa so much enjoyed the other evening.'
She inclined her body backwards, and gave up her person entirely to his tongueing caresses, both her hands lovingly pressing the top of his head, as he ravenously sucked the very essence of her life, which she constantly distilled in thick ambrosial drops under the voluptuous evolutions of his busy tongue.
Deep-drawn sighs, too, well told of the intensity of her feelings; she threw her legs over his shoulders, and squeezed his dear face between her quivering thighs, till at length, giving one long-drawn deep respiration of delight, he heard her say softly — 'Now, now, Charlie, love, let me have him now; you have excited me so I can't wait another moment for the supreme joys of the strokes of rapture I know you are so well qualified to give.'
No charger ever responded to the trumpet call quicker than did our hero, his trenchant weapon was brought to the present in less time than it takes to say so, and the head, slowly entering between the well lubricated quivering lips of her pouting love grot, was soon revelling in all the sweets she so plentifully spent from her womb. What heaves and sighs of excessive rapture followed this conjunction; each seemed to dissolve in ecstasy over and over again, till exhausted nature at last compelled them to call a halt.
They sat kissing and caressing each other in mutual satisfied delight for some little time, till Frank was heard to call out — 'Don't you think it is time for a romp without clothes?'
Harry and Charlie assenting at once, each youth slipped off his garments, and assisted his partner to do the same, till presently there was an indiscriminate groping and slapping of bottoms, as an incentive to renewed exertions by the young gentlemen, who were a little limp after their first exertions of love. Rosa somehow instinctively found Charlie.
'Now, Sir,' she whispered in his ear, 'you have to do penance for saying the more mature charms of my sister must be superior to mine.'
She was holding his throbbing priapus, which she had caught him by, and the touch of her hand seemed at once to renew all its usual elan, he was ready for the charge in a moment, and would have pushed her down upon a convenient sofa.
'No, no, not that way; I want to suck the last drop of its fragrant essence, whilst you treat me to the same pleasure. I don't care to enjoy you the same way you have just had my sister.'
Side by side on the sofa, with heads reversed, they sucked each other's parts like two bees, till the last drop of the honey of love had been extracted.
'Now you can go and try Annie, if you can find her in the dark,' said Rosa; 'but I don't think you've much left for her.'
'Let's go together to find her,' whispered our hero, as he took her round the waist, and they searched about till in another recess they found all four of their companions, almost equally exhausted (not the ladies, for they were handling and laughing at the futile endeavours of their champions to respond to their amorous challenge). At length it was time to dress, but some mischievous one had so mixed all the apparel, they were compelled to invoke the aid of the gas before any of them could resume their attire.
This luscious tableaux of nude figures completed the evening's amusements, and the young gentlemen took their leave with promises of a renewed love feast in a day or two.
CHAPTER VI
Games in the Green Park, amp;c Tuesday at the appointed time Charlie went alone to meet the two little sirens of Hyde Park, and found Betsy and Sarah true to their appointment.
After sitting down on a quiet seat for a few minutes, where they enjoyed some kissing and groping, the two girls suggested a remove across into the other park, and the trio were soon seated on a bench by the walk close to the railings which divided the park from Constitution Hill.
'Now, ' said Betsy, 'I want a proper one, my dear. Sarah will look out, so no one can surprise us, and if anyone sees us through the railings it doesn't matter.'
This was a matter sooner said than achieved, for Charlie found the amorous Betsy so difficult to enter on account of the narrowness of the passage, that she had to bite her lips in suppressed agony from the pain of his attempt. But courage effects everything, she was so determined to have ity that at last he found himself most deliciously fixed in the tightest sheath he had ever before entered, it was simply most voluptuous, the pressures of the girl's sheath on his delighted instrument made him come in a moment or two, then the lubricant being applied things went easier, and a most luscious combat ensued. Betsy was perfectly beside herself with erotic passion, whilst the elder Sarah, instead of standing on guard as she ought to have done, handled his shaft and appendages in her soft hand till the excitement was more than he could bear, making him actually scream with pleasure at the moment of emitting. They repeated the game without interruption, and Sarah would have him place the head of Mr. Peaslin just between the lips of her pussey, but would not allow more at present. After spending an hour or two in this delicious al fresco amusement, they took him round the park to see the unblushing games that were going on. Soldiers rogering servant girls, old fellows fumbling little girls, and no end of the most unblushing indecency on every side; the fact being that if people, or rather couples, only get into the Green Park before the gates closed at ten p.m. they might stop there all night, or could at any time go out by the turnstile at the end of Constitution Hill into Grosvenor Place.
The one or two bobbies who patrolled the park seemed to take no notice, or were easily squared by the girls who used the place for business, in fact Charlie saw one stalwart guardian of the peace doing a glorious grind on the grass till a Lifeguardsman came up, and slapping his naked rump as hard as he could told him he ought to set a better example, which caused great fun to several who were looking on, especially
when the soldier challenged the policeman for half-a-crown to exhibit his p — k against his for that amount, the girl he was poking to be the judge.
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MEMOIRS OF NELL GWYNN, THE CELEBRATED MISTRESS OF CHARLES II
Eleanor Gwynn, or Gwyn, had little or no education. What we learn of her is, that she was born in a night cellar (State Poems), sold fish about the streets, rambled from tavern to tavern, entertaining the company after dinner and supper with songs, her voice being very agreeable; was next taken into the house of Madam Ross, a noted courtesan; admitted afterwards into the Theatre Royal, as early as the year 1667 (see the drama of the Maiden Queen, and others of Dryden's plays for ten years successively); was mistress both to Hart and Lacy, two famous actors, and kept by Buckhurst, whom Charles II sent on a sleeveless errand to France, in order to favour his approach to her. From that period she began to be pretty well known, and is mentioned by Burnet and other historians.
As this giddy and dissipated creature gave rise to a noble and most worthy family, one would have nothing desired against her by way of romance; she had some very good qualities to contrast against her bad education and vicious habits.
Without proofs and citations, one can pay but a proportionate regard to many facts reported of her in a pamphlet, which is certainly well-written; nevertheless many assertions there clash with accounts better known, and offend against probability.
It no way appears that Lord Rochester was ever enamoured of her. Mrs. Barry was his passion, and Mrs. Botel antecedently to Mrs. Barry, at the time when Miss Gwynn trod the stage; and the King never seeing her till at a certain nobleman's house, it is well known that he had seen her uninterruptedly on the stage from 1667 to 1671, and fell in love with her on her speaking the epilogue of Tyrannical Love, which seems to have been written by Dryden on purpose. It is doubtful, too, if she ever played at Dorset Garden.
Nelly was highly favoured by Dryden. For many years he gave her the most showy and fantastic parts in his
