hole.'
'No fear, my sweet charmer,' replied her guide, philosopher and friend, 'your sweet orifice is destined by Providence for these assaults, and is wonderfully elastic; there is no risk therefore of my splitting your belly up or knocking your two holes into one-I should be very sorry to destroy such an elegant specimen of nature's handiwork, especially as I hope to live and to enjoy you for fifteen years to come-so open your thighs as wide as you can possibly stretch them, with your feet placed upon the opposite seat.'
Trembling, but obedient, the girl did as she was required, producing, as any of our readers will find, if they choose to try the experiment, a very favourable position. (NB Should the seat on which the lady's bottom is situated be too high, a small carpet bag, a folded cloak, or an extra cushion under the gentleman's knees will raise him to the desired height.) After this slight digression, let us proceed. However confidently Mr.
Bonham might have expressed himself as to his facilities of entrance into Rosa's virgin sanctuary he still did not neglect the only precautions which were at hand. It had never been his intention, until stimulated by the girl's outward graces and secret charms, to violate Rosa in his carriage, and therefore he had not provided himself with any cold cream or pomade, so the only lubricant he possessed was his mouth, and of that he proceeded to make such good use, that his pretty friend, who at first shrank nervously from the operation, as he proceeded, found it endurable, and at last actually began to like it, at least if her leaning complacently back with a half-smile upon her face, and endeavouring to stretch her thighs beyond their present extension could be interpreted as signs of such a feeling. We think so, and it is quite evident that her guardian thought so too, for murmuring to himself: 'Now's the time!' shifted his posture so as to bring his priapus and appendages into the situation just previously occupied by his mouth. The lips of Rosa's cunt were still open, and Mr. Bonham had a fair chance and greatly to his credit he availed himself of it manfully.
In he went about an inch and a half, and-there he stuck. Now had he attempted Rosa's maidenhood when first his prick came to full stand, we do not know what he might not have effected, but he had retained his member's tension too long, and had excited himself too much; consequently after getting in a short way as we have described, and making Rosa cry with his efforts against her barrier, his eager pushes were brought to a close in the most natural manner possible; viz-by the arrival of the moment of delight, which certainly in this instance was a one-sided pleasure, and indeed hardly that, for we hold that even to give the man his proper share of transport, the injection must be performed when he is fairly within his companion, for spunking about the lips and mossy hair, or even an inch or so into the passage, as Mr.
Bonham did on this occasion, can hardly be called a satisfactory termination to a fuck. On this occasion it was not quite as bad as it might have been; for Rosa, who had gathered from some expressions of disappointment on the part of her friend, and a sort of intuitive feeling that all girls possess, that all was not right, was spared for the moment the pain of a burst maidenhood, and if her guardian was not quite satisfied, he was at least quieted, and that did quite as well, particularly as by this time the carriage was entering the suburbs of London-to say nothing of the risk of Thomas the coachman, or John the footman, becoming accidental spectators of his little game, and reporting him at home accordingly. So by his advice, Rosa wiped herself dry, and he looked as fatherly and demure as he could; and from his long practice in what we hardly choose to call hypocrisy but something very like it, succeeded very well. And by the time the carriage arrived at the gate of Mrs. Moreen's Seminary for young ladies in Clapham nobody could have guessed from his manner that anything had transpired during the short journey irreconcilable with the fatherly manner he exhibited toward Rosa.
Mrs. Moreen was most favourably impressed with his manner, and indeed was prepared to welcome him cordially, in consequence of the liberal arrangements entered into in the correspondence that had already passed between them.
She was also much interested in Rosa, being quite judge enough to see that, country bred and uneducated though she might be, she had all the capabilities of making a very elegant and showy young lady.
Leaving Rosa then thus happily situated; and her protector sitting down to a late dinner at a hotel in Covent Garden, for the old sinner made an excuse to himself for passing the night in London, being that his carriage horses would be knocked up by the return journey on the same day-besides, had he not business of some kind next morning? — leaving then these friends of ours so comfortable, we will return to Rutsden Lodge, and entering a small room where a tall, dashinglooking young lady with dark eyes and raven hair is writing a letter, we will take the privilege of narrators who are ex-officio, invisible, and ubiquitous, and peep over a round white shoulder.
The letter began: 'My dearest Alfred,' and after a few ordinary remarks, got business-like and even warm.
'I am afraid,' the letter ran, 'that my father is going to make a fearful fool of himself. There was a baby-faced girl in a shop here and the old idiot, I fear, has seen her and fancied her. If he would only give her a fucking and a five pound note,' (this was the style the young lady wrote in,) 'there would be no harm done, but I believe, though don't know anything for certain, that she has got a governess's place in London, and he had conveyed her there in his carriage. He had to go up to town on business.
'Now I no more believe in his business than in her governess's situationfor she is not fit for one; and I believe the whole thing is a blind. And, what's more, her stupid old mother has been talking nonsense about her Rosa being a lady, all which, without being absolute proofs, make up a strong case against the old gentleman. Just fancy me with a mother-in-law! — a vulgar, uneducated country girl, about sixteen or seventeen years old. Of course, my dear Alfred, I know that you will marry me as soon as you can; indeed I think that in gratitude for the numerous privileges I have granted you, you should make a point of doing so-not that I regret that I allowed you to fuck me for I have enjoyed it very much, and trust entirely to your honour. But, then you see my dearest cousin, that somebody else can fuck besides you, and as sure as that stupid old party, my respected father, marries a young fresh country girl, he'll get her with child-just you see if he doesn't!
And then my inheritance will be lessened at his death, or perhaps cut away altogether. And as for you, my dear cousin, you will come in simply for nothing at all. But you had better get a few days leave and come here on some pretext or other and we will have a consultation on the subject. You see if you or some of your brother officers could get access to this girl, give her a good rogering and get her with child, or turn her upon the town, it would settle the question at once. And I think it might be done. I will try to find out her address from that foolish old mother of hers. But do you come here at any rate, my dearest Alfred; for I rather think that I want something else besides a consultation; indeed the night before last I had a dream about you, awoke with a wet night-gown; so if you do come you had better take the precaution of bringing a dozen preventatives in the shape of French letters in your pocket. For I suppose you will be wanting as usual to make the best use of your privileges both as a cousin and an engaged lover; and I know how those affectionate liberties usually terminate.'
This was in effect the termination of the young lady's letter, with the exception of a few strong and passionate expressions of enduring attachment.
It was addressed to Captain Alfred Torrant, 51st Dragoons, Baboonfield Barracks, where it was duly received by that meritorious officer. He read it over twice, so as to read, mark, learn and digest the contents; then prudently and properly burnt it.
Then he relieved his feelings by swearing a good deal; having by this precaution blown off any surplus steam, he at once applied to his commanding officer for a few days leave of absence, which was forthwith granted; then he took his departure for Rutsden Lodge, travelling in a dashing tandem, as a gentleman holding a commission in HM's Dragoons ought to travel.
CHAPTER 2
As the gallant Captain Torrant alighted from his dashing equipage, he was met at the hall door by Miss Bonham's attendant, a pretty, impudent girl, always ready to be kissed or pulled about by any handsome young gentleman, though habitually reserved and discreet with young men of her own station in life. She received the commander smiling, as he, as a matter of course gave her a kiss and a squeeze, together with his 'Good morning Lucy, how blooming you look today!'
'You had better keep all that sort of nonsense for my young lady, Captain Torrant!' was the reply, 'for I know she is expecting you!'
'How do you know that, my dear?' enquired the dragoon.
