foreskin from its ruby head at every motion of her hand, whilst her eyes seemed beaming with sensual desires as she regarded the object of her caresses.
'Hold the little devil, or she will kick my face!' exclaimed Frank, kneeling down and shoving his nose between the cheeks of the little girl's bottom, where no doubt his tongue was busy tickling the virgin slit.' 'Ha!' he exclaimed, 'you see I will kiss your cunney for you, Miss Nelly, now won't you promise to kiss my little cockey?'
'Ah! No, never!' was the sharp response of the little girl, 'the nasty thing would be sick in my mouth. It was, you know, all over my hands as I was stroking it.'
'You won't!' said Frank, getting up and turning to Emma, who he pulled on his lap,
'Then Fuckatilla shall slap your bum, till you promise to give it a good suck, not only a kiss, mind!'
'No, I'll never do such a nasty trick. Ah! oh! oh! you hurt so! What a shame!' she screamed, as the smart painful slaps began to tingle her bottom.
'Go on! go on! Don't spare the obstinate little hussey!' exclaimed Frank, 'it's delicious to see her kicking, and watch the constant shifting of the rosy Rush on her delicate white flesh at each impact of your hand on her tight skinned rump.'
He had now got Emma fairly astraddle across his lap as he sat on a chair where she was riding him impetuously a la St. George, with her petticoats well up, so that the action of her bottom could be seen beautifully, in fact Frank's hands being round her waist under her clothes, kept them so, and he has pulled her drawers well open, so that he could see everything in the glass over the mantle-piece, which divided his attention with the interesting slapping match going on upon the sofa.
But it was the latter scene which most interested the gentleman at the peep-hole. Nelly Raquet was such a piquant little beauty, though not quite thirteen, she was small for her age, but beautifully formed, her feet, legs and bottom, were as exquisitely shaped as any Epicurean could wish to feast his eyes upon, whilst her face, which he could see perfectly, although it was turned away from Frank, had its beauty heightened by the crimson blushes of shame by which it was suffused, at being so humiliated before a gentleman; large dark flashing eyes, in which the tears sparkled like diamonds, and a set of pearly teeth, rosy lips, and black glossy hair as fine as silk made a tout ensemble, sufficiently ravishing to whet the appetite of a rone, however satiated he might have felt before she met his view.
'By jingo!' exclaimed Mr. Priapus Bigcock sotto voce, 'she's a dainty bit that would stir up my blood had I been as old and effete as Beaconsfield himself, by-the-bye, I wonder if champagne jelly is good to induce sensual desires in old people, I'll ask my uncle to try it; he told me last night he hadn't had a rise since he was made a judge six years ago, it's a pity such a jolly old cockolorum can't enjoy a bit of young cunt now and then.'
Meanwhile the game inside was progressing rapidly.
Frank and Emma seemed to come together in a luscious spend, whilst Fuckatilla, to judge by her excited loks, was also spending from the effects of sympathy, and the sight of the pretty wriggling bottom, she was so artistically slapping, for presently her hand dropped upon the rosy bum of her little victim, and slipping down to her cunney, tickled the darling with her fingers, till Bigcock could see the glistening of spendings on them as they worked in and out of the tight little sheath. Nelly turned up her face to Fucktilla, her eyes beaming with love and excitement as she clasped her friend round the neck with both arms, and kissed her rapturously, as she said with an agitated voice,
'How my bum burns, and enjoys the tickling of your fingers, dear, it's so delicious I would do anything to feel like that again!'
She was now told to kiss Mr. Jone's cock quickly or Mr. Bigcock would catch them there, and whip them all unmercifully with a big birch rod, 'And that, my dear, you would and no laughing matter, when it cuts your flesh till the blood comes!'
Here Bigcock, who had spent in his breeches, thought it time to put a stop to further proceedings, or it would spoil Jones and the girls for fun after supper, so suddenly opening the door, he frightened poor little Nelly almost out of her wits, by exclaiming, 'So I will, I'm really astonished at Mr. Jones behaving so with you girls. It's most disgusting, you shall all be well whipped before twelve o'clock, or my name's not what it is; be off, you two, (turning to the other girls), leave Nelly with me, or she may run home, and make haste to have the supper ready!'
Fuckatilla and Emma vanished at once with a sly glance of fun at Mr. Priapus, as he took the alarmed Nelly on his lap. The door being closed, he went on to question his friend Frank, as to his early arrival.
'The fact is, old fellow,' replied Jones, 'that I have been quite demoralized by your Christmas Eve's entertainment, the delights of that night are ever running through my brain, and last night again I had another wonderful dream, such scenes, and such reality about it all.'
'So much the better, my boy, said Bigcock,
'it will be something to relate after supper, but how about being here so early, nine o'clock was the time you know?'
'I longed so to see the girls again, my cock has been standing all day at the thoughts of it, that at last, in a fit of desperation, I started too soon, hoping to enjoy a smoke with you, but as luck would have it, I dropped upon these three dear girls having a frig and gamahuche on the sofa, as I entered without knocking, the door not being properly closed,' said Jones.
'Well, go on, teil me ail about it.'
'You see, Nelly here, was kissing Fuckatilla's fanny,' he continued, 'whilst Cousin Emma had got a dildoe, or something, to fuck herself with; I suppose they found it in one of your drawers, it was only a few minutes before you burst in upon us. My first impulse was to withdraw.'
'Tell that to the marines, Frank,' interrupted his friend. 'If your cock didn't stand in a moment I'll forfeit a pony, and call up the girls to decide!'
Never mind about betting, I might lose,' continued Frank with a laugh, as he could see that Bigcock had his hand under the little girl's clothes, as she sat on his knee with her face hidden in his bosom. 'Emma sprang towards me at once, exclaiming, 'A man, a man, just the thing we want, and had my breeches unbuttoned in a moment, searched for and drew out my stiff prick before the astonished Nelly, asking her if she would not like to stroke such a fine plaything. Nelly was bashful but not timid, although she blushed up to her eyes; they made hep handle and stroke my prick up and down, but the little dear would not look in my face, her eyes were all for Mr. Jones's big thing, which presently astonished her by being what she called sick over her hands, and would not touch it again. The girls were too excited, but I heard you come up to the door, and once or twice heard a sigh or a grunt as the scene affected you, so no doubt you know all the rest.'
'Just so,' replied the Hon. Priapus. 'Now, Nelly Racquet, that's your name, I believe, you must give me a kiss.'
The girl looked up, her fine large eyes suffused with tears, whilst her lovely face was almost of a damask hue, overspread as it was with blushes of shame at hearing Frank tell everything she had done.
'Don't be shamefaced, or frightened Nelly, we like you too much, and will show you such fun; now didn't you like Fuckatilla's finger tickling your cunney after the slapping. I could see how you hugged and kissed her?' taking the girl's lovely blushing face between both his hands and holding it up for a kiss almost sucking her breath away.
'It's all so new, I'm afraid,' sighed the little girl.
'Afraid of what my dear? Is it this?' as he let out his great fiery-headed battering ram, and placed it in her hand; 'It's the most tender26 THE PEARL hearted thing in the world, and was made for little girls to play with.'
'La, sir! that's what makes the babies, a big girl told me so one day. I was looking at some dogs, as cruel boys were beating them with sticks to separate them; she said a man's thing was exactly like a dog's in shape, but I'm not afraid, sir. It can't hurt me, I'm so young.
Do men and women stick together like dogs?' asked the sophisticated girl.
'That's right, stroke it up and down,' said the barrister, 'but why do you ask such a question?' as he was now tickling and gently frigging her tight little cunt again, and kissing her all the while.
'Because a big boy once wanted me to let him do it to me, but I wouldn't, though I let him feel and tickle me as you do, and I played with his cockey. I was afraid we might stick together and get caught,' she replied.
Here Frank Jones was so excited that he declared Bigcock was not to have all the fun to himself, and with his breeches still down, presented his stiff prick for her to caress.
