Nelly took one in each hand, blushing deeply again, yet with a loving smile as she looked in their excited faces, 'What impudent things!' she exclaimed, as she seemed to tremble all over, 'shall I rub their noses together? You know girls play at flatcock, haven't you boys ever done anything of the sort together?'
'Yes, yes! that's delightful, you little dear; pull the skins back and rub the heads together!' gasped both of them almost simultaneously as they both spent at once, and the sperm dripped from between her fingers as she held the two throbbing heads of their penises tightly together.
Each kissed her rapturously, almost knocking their heads together, in their hurry to do so, then when a little calmer, Bigcock and Jones put their affairs out of sight, after making Nelly first wipe them with a soft towel and kiss each cockey, and tickle the tip of the eurethra with her tongue for a moment, just to prove her love.
The former now opened a drawer, and pulling out a very pretty young lady's watch and chain, presented them to the astonished and grateful girl.
The presentation was hardly over before Spencer and Jack Turdey arrived. The latter at once perceived that he had been too late for some of the fun, as he observed whilst shaking hands with his friends, 'You might have asked me to come a little earlier, but I'll have a kiss of this delicious little child before I enquire more!' kissing Nelly very amorously on her cherry lips.
'It's no slight, I can assure you my old chum; you can see something has happened, but it was solely owing to circumstances over which we had no control,' said Bigcock, 'I had even got this precious little darling as an extra treat for our after supper seance of love.'
'Ah! Ha! ha!! that's good, is it not Spencer? So I suppose the circumstances over which you had no control were your randy pricks, the sight of her was too much for you, eh,' laughed Jack.
'Only a feel, and a spend or two; she's a real little virgin,' said Frank deprecatingly.
'Well,' replied Jack, 'you fellows deserve birching or bottom fucking for it, that's all I have to say. I'm not jealous, only devilishly inclined for a fuctious evening.'
No more was said about it, but their host observing that supper would be ready in a few minutes, asked if they had heard the new anecdote about the Prince of Wales' visit to the East London Hospital?
'No, old fellow, let's have it'
'It's not much,' continued the host, 'His Royal Highness went to inspect the East London Hospital, so going into the male-ward, he asked the man in No. 1 bed, 'What's the matter with you my man, are you comfortable, or have you any complaints?'
PATIENT.-Got the pox, your Royal Highness, the doctors do all they can for me, and the nurses are very kind, everything's so nice, I shall be sorry to go out again when I am well, because I'm a very poor man.
H.R.H.-Noble institution, glad to hear you are so well cared for. Goes on to No. 2 bed,
'Well, my man, how are you, what's the matter with you?'
PATIENT.-Pretty well, your Royal Highness, got a bad fistula, but everything's nice and everybody is kind to me.
H.R.H.-Beautiful charity, quite a paradise for the sick poor to come to; and what may be the matter with you? addressing the man in No. 3 bed.
PATIENT.-Got an ulcer in my mouth, obliged to have my jaws tied up, your Royal Highness, in a very sepulchral voice.
H.R.H.-Well, how are you getting on?
PATIENT.-Only pretty well, your Royal Highness.
H.R.H.-Only pretty well, have you got any complaint to make?
PATIENT.-Yes, your Royal Highness, I want to go into No. 1 bed. I want to see the doctor first!
H.R.H.-What's that for, don't you have proper attention?
PATIENT.-Well your Royal Highness, the doctor goes to that fellow in No. 1 bed and pulls his cock about, then he goes to No. 2, and shoves his finger up his arse, and then he comes and puts his finger in my mouth; I want to see the doctor first.
H.R.H.-Very reasonable, shouldn't like that myself; I'll make a note of it, and then sotto voce, filthy places these hospitals after all, I pity the poor beggars who get into them, they may have to eat shit or pox juice, or what not; I don't think I'll go much further round, I've a most pressing engagement.
CHAPTER II
Frank Jones' dream of the Sack of London by the Germans after the Battle of Dorking.
Supper was now announced, but it is needless to say much about that, except that the four young gentlemen again treated all the girls as if they were perfect ladies. Nelly Racquet was a great favourite, but her two friends were not in the least jealous of the constant attention of the Hon. Priapus and his chums, to their younger companion, who delighted her new found acquaintances by the display of ready and pert replies to all their sallies and badinage.
'Jack,' said the barrister to his friend, 'what do you think? Our little Nelly here was telling us that a big boy once proposed to her to let him do as the dogs do, only she was afraid they might stick together, but you played with his little cock, didn't you, my dear?'
'Oh, yes! I wasn't afraid to do that, you should have seen how he pushed it in and out of my hand, and his red face and startling eyes, as he almost screamed, 'Oh!! oh!! oh!!! it's coming, it's coming, Nelly,' and then the thick cream drops spurted out. It was the first time I had ever seen anything of the sort, and was afraid I had hurt him.'
SPENCER.-She's a sly little thing. I'll warrant you a good whipping if you don't tell us all he did to you!
NELLY.-That was all at that time, except his tickling my little pussey, as he called it, with his finger.
JACK.-What do yo umean by 'at that time,' did he do anything else another day?
NELLY.-I really can't tell you any more, I should be so ashamed, blushing furiously as she thought of what she had allowed the boy to do.
They all saw that there was something behind the blush and supper being over they determined to hear what it was.
'Now,' said Jack, 'we must know what it was that you did that time; it must have been something 6ne, or you would never blush so.'
NELLY.-I'll never tell, indeed I won't.
SPENCER.-Then we must try a light stinging switch; Jack, will you lay her over your lap, and turn up her clothes as artistically as possible.
Nelly, who had up to this, been rather impudently de6ant, was seized and drawn across the lap of Jack Rurdey, in spite of her screams and protestations, her quivering lips and tearful eyes only adding to the enjoyment of the company, who began to get quite excited as the pretty fat buttocks were gradually exposed to view.
'Ah! no!! no!!!' she screamed. 'I can't stand that again. Mr. Jones slapped me so before, my poor bum is quite sore!'
'Just what I expected, you and Bigcock had been up to,' said Jack, and then sternly to Nellie.
'I want to know all about that boy, not about my friends here; there, will that make you speak out?' giving a sharp slap with his heavy hand, which sounded clearly through the room, leaving an intermixture of white and rosy marks on the poor girl's smarting bum, where his hand fell. 'Do you want another, my little dear, to make you tell us?' smacking her again still harder, regardless of her cries and kicks, which quite delighted them all.
'Wait stop!! Ah, no more, pray sir!' sobbed the beautiful little victim, the tears running down her crimson cheeks, 'I will, I will tell you all!'
'Then sit up on my knee and speak out, you dear little silly, so that we can all hear,' said Jack, lifting her up, but keeping her clothes up by one arm round her waist, as he kissed the tearful face, and kept his other hand in possession of her unfledged cunney, 'I didn't want to hurt you, but we must know all about it.'
'Well, you must know,' she began, 'it is not long ago, but one day he found out I was all alone in the house, so that bad, rude Charlie knocked at the door, and rushed in soon as it was opened, dragged me into the little parlour, threw me down, and began what he called a rare lark, but I assure you it was no fun to me, he turned up my clothes, slapped my rump so that I screamed with pain, and then turning me over on my back, he spit on my
