as a gentleman of high standing in the country, that lady politely enquired of him if he would like to see some of the handsomest girls in London, completely stripped, or only in partial dishabille, as with the semi-transparent skirt of the ballet dancer, and nothing else.
Captain Torrant immediately proposed that the young ladies should exhibit themselves in a state of nudity, all but slippers and silk stockings; but his friend, Lieutenant Archer, declared himself for a short, a very short skirt. There was a certain charm, the gallant officer averred, in taking up a girl's dress, however scant it might be, and perhaps he is right.
The prudent Mr. Bonham, agreed to leave the matter in the hands of his more experienced young friends, and fancied he had done quite right in doing so, when six very handsome girls were introduced; three being dressed, if their skirts can be described under such an appellation, according to Mr. Archer's idea, and the rest delighted Captain Torrant's ideas and eyes, with the exhibition of their beautiful forms, perfectly nude.
There was every variety too, tall and short, plump and slender, brunette and blonde vying with each other in the display of their ravishing limbs, buttocks, bosoms and private parts.
Our readers will probably be astonished at Mr. Bonham's apathy when he saw his daughter's accepted suitor, his future son-in-law, take one of the naked girls up in his arms, seat her on the edge of the table, open her thighs, and the lips of her cunt, and then, with her legs supported over his shoulders, begin to ram into her, as if the great object of his existence had been to shove his cock through her up to the roof of her mouth. Nor was Lieutenant Archer one whit behind his friend in taking advantage of the delights by which he was surrounded. True to his creed, he knelt down behind a tall, lithe, dark-haired balletdancer, and alternately kissed her milk-white rump and her well preserved and scrupulously clean orifice. Then placing her on her hands and knees on the floor, he dog- fucked her, to the intense admiration of Mr. Bonham, whose middle-aged prick began to glow and stiffen, as it had not done for many a year.
We can easily imagine that every movement of his person and every glance of his eye, was eagerly watched by the four disengaged girls.
At length a plump little one, a ballet dancer, impudent as little people are wont to be, came and perched herself upon his knee, and commenced kissing him with admiration, genuine admiration too, no doubt, for she had been told that he was rich, and was a jolly-looking bird enough. But one of the sisterhood was bolder still. She was a tall, brown-haired girl, good-looking enough, but not strikingly handsome as the other girls were. Perhaps on this account, her mossy sanctum had been less worshipped, and she felt the want of a few inches, or yards-as the case may be-of wholesome cock. Be this as it may, she knelt down before Mr. Bonham, and, no doubt; to the disgust of the little lady who had taken possession of his knee, deliberately opened the front of his trousers, and released his cock: stiff and swollen up to the bursting point, from its irksome confinement. Determined to carry out her idea successfully, she not only chafed the interesting stranger, but sucked him gently; this established her advantage over Maria, — the little girl on his knee-for the effect on the excited gentleman was such that he hastily called out: 'For God's sake, don't do that! or I shall spunk into your mouth!'
And arising from his seat, he kissed Maria, whispering: 'You next, my little pet!' and laid the tall brown-haired Emily on one of the purple, velvet-covered spring sofas.
Short-lived indeed was his joy. Emily held the lips of her mossy treasure open: at one single thrust he was in her up to the balls, two more shoves on his part, two upward heaves and a convulsive wriggle of the rump of the highly-accomplished Emily, and it was all over, for the time being, at any rate, and the highly respected Mr. Bonham, of Rutsden Lodge, lay with bare rump and soaking prick, exhausted in the arms of his lascivious enchantress, in the presence of eight much edified spectators, male and female.
CHAPTER 5
The two remaining girls and Mrs. Goater, the mistress of the establishment, were not entirely idle spectators of this delightful proceeding. They began to take advantage of the champagne and cold supper, oysters and other provocative delicacies, displayed on the side board; and while enjoying these, they passed laughing comments on the pretty tableaux, which were being performed around them.
One of the lasses indeed, a French girl, called Coralie, had been a special favourite with Captain Torrant, and probably only missed being first fucked on this occasion from the circumstances of her being arranged in about five and twenty inches of skirt and silk stockings up to her rump, whereas, as we have seen, the gallant commander's tendencies on this occasion were in favour of nakedness.
This girl, we say, exhibited her attachment towards her former admirer by slapping his buttocks, kissing and rubbing his balls, inserting her finger into his hole, and making use of other little endearments, which clever girls, and French girls particularly, consider serviceable in raising and renovating a man's lusts.
We hardly suppose, by the way, that the young gentleman required any such stimulant, but however, he was duly grateful, and when he drew out his drooping and dripping prick, he rewarded the lady with a lascivious kiss, and a groping feel which explored her secret recesses in most effectual style. An adjoining bedroom supplied the means of ablution to the participants in the luscious games, and then they all set down to supper. We might prolong this chapter ad infinitum were we to describe the eating and drinking, and the lascivious conversation that went on, but we must confine ourselves to the most striking incidents. One of these was that Maria, who no doubt considered that it was high time for her to have something to do, collared Mr. Bonham's cock and by frigging it gently, endeavoured to induce it to regain its perpendicular station. But notwithstanding the oysters and wine, and other more direct incentives to lust, Mr. Bonham was not able as yet to stiffen so as to be serviceable. Our readers will readily understand what we mean, when we say that a middle-aged gentleman as he was, may have the desire for an immediate repetition of his joys, but be unable to raise his virile member up to the altitude which ladies consider as their due. On this occasion, he begged Maria to wait a little, but the young lady was evidently afraid lest someone else should cut in before her, as Emily had done, and deprive her again of the benefit, not only of Mr. Bonham's prick, but of his pocket. So she fondly whispered to him that if he would allow her, she would raise a prick stand for him in two minutes. Mrs. Goater, who only partially heard this conversation, but who, (experienced soul!) guessed what was going on, proposed the operation of a birch rod, but Maria rejected the idea, for the present at any rate, but that the rod might be serviceable at a later period of the night. So saying she made the moral Mr.
Bonham lie down on his back, on one of the luxurious couches; then taking his shirt up and breeches down, she put his virile member in her pretty, soft mouth, as Emily had done. The effect was almost immediate: the gentleman's dormant powers were raised, his tool slowly lifted its head and began to fill Maria's mouth. When the clever girl perceived that her operations were successful, she requested her lover to remain in the position he then occupied, and placed herself astride of him, a la St George. In this way she certainly saved him every trouble, for she grasped his tool, inserted it, settled her weight down upon him, thereby admitting the whole length of it into her pretty little person, and began to work up and down in the most effectual and delightful way. And Mr. Bonham was just about to spunk, when he was temporarily stopped by a proceeding which astonished him a good deal more than Maria, who had probably seen the same operation performed more than once.
His surprise was due to Lieutenant Archer, who had been contemplating the movements of Maria's lovely bum with evident pleasure, and at last could not resist the tempting object any longer.
He made his advances very cautiously, both for fear of startling and disturbing Maria, and from a charitable dislike of disturbing the interesting rite which was being celebrated.
But he did it-yes, he did! Administering some saliva upon the girl's small, yet not altogether maiden orifice, he gradually, and with gentle pushes, insinuated the head of his instrument and then the rest was easy. He slid in- up to the root of his plant.
Looking over Maria's shoulder, he cheerfully addressed the prostrate Bonham with: 'How are you going on, old fellow? Jolly, eh! I'll take all the trouble off your hands, and Maria's too. I'll shove her down upon you! You like having two pair of balls banging against your arse, don't you, Maria?'
But Maria was speechless. Whether she thought the more, or whether her attention was so completely absorbed, by a duplicate application of prick, she knew best herself, but this was certain: she exerted herself to the utmost, and earned well deserved praise from both her admirers, who injected their copious jets of warm cream into her as nearly as possible at the same time. On the conclusion of the operation Mr.
Bonham exhibited some curiosity to know how his pretty partner liked the bum-hole part of the
