When I look at my quim in the glass,
It always pouts red and looks randy.
I like a fuck – morn, noon, and night,
On every weekday and Sunday:
If I'm fucked on the Sabbath, all right!
But I want to be buggered on Monday.
Oh! Let it be hot or be cold,
I'm always alive for a cock, Miss;
Men, fair, dark, young or old,
Here's a hole that'll take in their jock, Miss!
I can spend for an hour at a time,
My cunt is as hot as fire, Sir;
The man that says: 'Fucking is crime,'
I say to his face, he's a liar, Sir.
Then give me a prick in each hand,
Turn my arse north, my cunt to the south;
And get all your jocks well to stand,
One in each hole and one in my mouth;
I'll fuck and I'll suck and I'll frig,
Until you're all quite bloody well spent, Sir!
Then I'll take in the lodgers again,
And never once ask them for rent, Sir!
Hurrah! for my cunt, my best friend,
Hurrah! for a cock to kiss, Sir;
I'll fuck till this life comes to end,
I hope too, there's fucking in bliss, Sir!'
When we awoke in the morning it was too late for a repetition of our tribadism, so I made them get up quickly and bring in breakfast, promising to look after Master Charlie during the day.
part VI.
After luncheon I ordered Charles to take several shawls and a floor-stool into the summer-house of the garden, as I wished to take a nap, and was sure the open air was more conducive to refreshing sleep than the close atmosphere of a room on a warm sunny day.
Annie and Patty exchanged significant glances as I gave the order, but my uplifted finger stopped any further manifestation of intelligence.
We had a fine large garden at the back of the house, in some parts beautifully shaded by umbrageous elms of a venerable age, especially on the banks of a small circular pond about twenty yards in diameter, where, facing the south, the summer-house stood under the trees by the side of the small lakelet.
I followed Charles as he carried out my orders, and arriving at our destination, ordered him to spread the shawls over a sofa which stood there, for fear the leather might be damp. Then he fetched a pillow, and placed the foot-stool at my feet.
I had nothing on but a loose morning-wrapper, with my chemise and drawers underneath.
'How very oppressive it is,' I exclaimed, as I languidly sank back on the couch as soon as he had prepared it, allowing as I did so, a most negligent exposure of my neck and a slight glimpse 'of the orbs of love beneath.
'Ah! Oh, oh! My goodness; the dreadful cramp!' I almost screamed, as bending down in great apparent pain, I pulled up the robe to rub the calf of my right leg. 'Ah, oh! what torture!'
Charles was on his knees at my feet in a moment.
'Oh, my Lady, is it so very bad? Let me bend up your toes!'
'No, no, not there, rub the calf, as hard as you can, Charles, there's a good boy!' I replied, my face wincing under the pain. 'Higher, rub along my leg, the foot's no use!'
Somehow the toe of my bad foot touched his trousers just outside the most interesting part of his anatomy; the slipper had fallen off and I could feel his prick quickly harden and throb under my toes, whilst his face flushed all over, and I thought quite a perceptible tremor passed through his frame, as he went on rubbing my leg below the knee, and I need not say how my own lustful temperament was affected by the contact.
My robe had opened down the front so that he had a full view of legs, drawers and bosom, perhaps the wrinkle of love itself.
My blood was in a boil and I could no longer resist the impulse to enjoy such a beautiful Adonis.
'Get up, Charles, it's better now,' I said in a low voice, 'and pray don't tell what you've seen by accident. That cramp threw me into such an awful agony I did not know how I tossed about!'
'Dear Lady, your secrets are always safe with me,' he replied, looking down bashfully as he rose to his feet. 'I could kiss the ground under your feet to prove my devotion!'
'No, you are such a kind boy that just for this once, Charles, only this once, mind, I will give you a kiss myself instead. Come closer to me! What a fine boy you are. Now don't be bashful, really I mean to kiss you, if you promise never to tell.'
'Ah, Madame, how kind of a great lady to a poor page-boy like me! I shall never forget such a favour and would die for you any time!' he said with bashful excitement.
'Come then,' and I took his handsome face between my hands and kissed him repeatedly. 'Why don't you kiss me, Charles?'
'Oh, Lady, and may I take that liberty?' he asked, his warm lips almost sucking the breath from me, so earnest was his kissing.
'Yes, yes,' I murmured, 'you may kiss me now, dear boy! And would you be faithful, Charles, if I trusted my life, my honour to your keeping?'
'Those kisses have made me your slave forever, dear Lady. Nothing could ever wring a secret of yours from me.'
'Then, Charles, I will tell you I'm in love with your figure! I know you must be a perfect Cupid, and should you like to strip quite naked, that I may enjoy the sight of a living statue? Will you do so, no one will ever know?' I asked.
His face was crimson and I could see that he actually trembled under my gaze. 'Now Charles, make haste, and if you do that for me I'll give you a sovereign and a new suit of clothes.'
Slipping off his jacket I began to unbutton his trousers Turning them down, my eager hands wandered under his shirt, feeling the firmness of the ivory-like flesh of his deliciously rounded buttocks whilst my eyes did not fail to detect how his linen stood out in front and was saturated with his spendings.
He seemed to understand me now and almost quicker than I can write it, he was naked as Adam in Paradise.
My roving hands took possession of his beautiful little prick, quite six inches long, and ornamented round the tight-looking balls by just a shade of curly brown hair.
'What's this, Charles, are you often wet like this?' as I called his attention to the glistening sperm on my fingers. 'What a big fellow this is, quite enough for a man. Did you ever make love with a girl?'
'No, my Lady, but I wanted to try it with Patty, only she never would.'
'Then you shall with me, Charles, now. And I'll try to get Patty for you afterwards, I should so like to see you two together,' I said, drawing his prick to my lips and sucking it deliciously for a moment or two till I felt he was getting near a second spend.
'Now, sir, kneel down and kiss me,' I said, letting him go as I reclined on the sofa and opened my legs whilst his hands opened the slit in my drawers and exposed the lips of my cunt to view. His mouth was glued to it in a moment, and ah! oh! how his lascivious tongue made me spend in a second or two whilst my unslippered foot was
