"They are all upstairs-we are alone. I must feel it. I know what it is, John. My goodness! How it throbs-how big it is getting now-let me feel it."
The footman submitted with a good grace. It was clear he was by no means unwilling. He evidently enjoyed my fingering. I slyly undid the corner button of his flap. I audaciously slipped my hand in. I ran it quickly down his belly. I encountered his nice clean shirt all warm. Then my hand fastened on his limb. I pulled away his shirt. I grasped his naked member. It felt very fat and thick. It was still stiffening. I gave it a sudden twist. It stood up now against his belly.
"Is that nice, John?"
"Good Lord! Yes, miss, it's heavenly, but I'm afraid we may be caught at it."
He appeared to have an enormous limb, not so long as the horrid concierge, but very thick and strong. I managed to pull back the skin. I felt a big soft, beautiful knob on the end. He turned towards me. He favored my toying by thrusting and grinding at my palm, but the space was too confined to enable me to stroke it as I liked.
Just then the front door bell rang.
I withdrew my hand. John buttoned up. The next minute he was opening the door with the grand air of a butler who could crush the comer with a glance.
I set to work to scheme a way to arrive at the sum of my desires. There are some things one must do for oneself. I nerved myself for the occasion. I went to a quiet street in Soho. I had noted a second-rate shop which was fitted up as an apothecary's-as we say in London, chemist and druggist. I entered. I had chosen the quiet time in the early afternoon. No one was in the shop. A good-looking, fair-haired young man advanced from the back room.
"Good morning. I want a syringe-a female syringe; show me some of your best."
"Certainly, miss, please to step this way."
He led me to the further end of the counter. He produced from a drawer a number of the articles in question.
"These are all good, but this pattern is the one we specially recommend. It is of vulcanite. It cannot break, or do any mischief."
I looked them over with a professional air.
"Yes, you are right. I will take the one you recommend."
Probably he saw I was a little awkward in handling the thing. I looked him in the face with a smile. His eyes sparkled.
"Do you understand how it should be applied, miss?"
"Well not properly, perhaps."
He smiled this time. I laughed softly.
"How do you fill it, and with what?"
"We have a detergent always made up, miss. If you will wait a moment, I will get some water and explain the action."
I nodded gently. He went into the back room. In a few moments he returned.
"Please come in here, I can show you how it works."
I followed the good-looking, fair young man. He filled the syringe with water, and squirted it out again into a basin.
"You should always wipe it after use and return it nicely to its case-thus."
I laughed again softly.
The young man laughed also. I was wicked enough to encourage his hilarity. He evidently took me for a representative member of a class to which I had not the honor to belong. I determined to humor him. He grew more familiar.
"After all, it is not at all equal to the real thing. Would you like me to try it for you? I shall be delighted to serve you, miss."
"Thank you, but I should prefer the real thing, it if it acts at all like the imitation. Probably you have none in stock?"
He laughed outright this time. He glanced around. We understood one another in a moment. He caught me round the waist.
"You beautiful devil! Where do you come from?"
"Are we quite sure to be alone? Suppose someone enters the shop?"
"They must wait. I can shut the door. See, there is a muslin curtain. We can see out. They cannot see in."
"Then try the real thing-if you have one?"
He was very good-looking and had roused my lust. He locked the door and pushed me towards a sofa.
"You really mean you will let me do the job for you, eh? You are awfully pretty, you know. I never saw such a beautiful girl. You are so beautifully dressed. I am not rich, you know; you will not want to bother me afterwards?"
"I ask nothing. I should not like to disappoint you."
"Oh, my God! What fun! I never had such a chance. How sweet your kisses are! Let me feel."
"Where is your syringe? Oh, my goodness! What a beauty! It is much larger, though, than the imitation. Kiss me?"
"Yes, much larger and almost as stiff. It holds nearly as much also, as you will soon find. Oh, your kisses are sweet."
I held his limb in my gloved hand. His fingers were in the moisture of my slit. He was beautifully made-not nearly so large as the concierge. I was dreadfully excited. I longed for him to "do the job," as he called it. He was stiffly erect.
I had not long to wait. I was utterly devoid of modesty. I fancied I knew how best to please him. I played my part.
"Be quick-I want it! Come!"
I pulled up all my clothes. He saw all my nudity. I felt the air on my exposed parts. The coolness of it was in such great contrast to my own heat that my slit grew all the slicker. The handsome young chemist eyed me with a lasciviousness I had come to appreciate. I wagged my tongue across my teeth. I undulated my lower body. But rather than inspire an assault, this moved him to express his admiration vocally.
"My God, what lovely legs! What fine stockings! What exquisite little boots! My God! Oh-what a chance!"
"You tarry so. I said I wanted it. Must I repeat myself? Do not make me beg further or I shall deny you. Can you not tell I want it now?"
The young man mounted quickly upon me. In an instant I felt him penetrating my orbit. My slit was all on fire with longing.
"My God, how tight you are-keep still-it's going in now. Oh, my God, how nice! I'm right into you now!"
It was true. I tasted the pleasure of coition for the first time with a full-grown man. I could not speak-I could only sob and moan in the ecstasy of that encounter. I clutched him by the shoulders. I felt the light hair of his belly rub on my flesh. He thrust vigorously. His limb grew stiffer and harder. It seemed to push to the extremity of my capacity. The pleasure was divine.
"Oh, Christ! I'm coming! I'm-coming! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"
"The syringe! The syringe! Give it all to me!"
The young man discharged-gush after gush. He had spoken the truth. His syringe was ample. His sperm squirted into me in a flood.
"You beautiful little devil! How deliciously nice you are. Now you must make use of the imitation. I will get you some water."
"Thanks. Remember to wipe your syringe and return it carefully to its box."
I walked home. I was no longer afraid of John now.
Chapter 4
I had been at home three weeks. Lady L kept to her own apartment upstairs. I saw very little of her, except only when I paid my dutiful morning visit. Sunday is not a lively or convivial day in London. Not in a general way. I lunched alone on this Sunday. Sir Edward was to return in a week's time. I was thinking his advent would be a change for me and a relief. I sat before my empty plate.
"Will you take some more sweetbread, miss?"
"No, thank you, John. You may take it away, and bring me some seed cake. Who is Lady L entertaining upstairs, John?"
"The Reverend Mr. Doubletree, miss. He is the Honorable and Reverend Trestleton-Doubletree. He belongs to the church they call the Sepulchre, miss, round in the square.
"Was it he who arrived an hour and half ago? I looked out and thought I saw our own carriage. Could that be, John?"
"Yes, miss, my lady always sends it after the service on Sunday mornings to bring him round from the Sepulchre."
"He does not look as if he required much bringing round; he does not strike me in any way as resembling a ghost."