"Ladies, in my cunt-arey nolee wearree. Rajah not likee; Feringhee dress not good. White missee, too much nicee-much pretty got."
To add to the poor girls mortification, he appeared as if he would never come to an end, for when he thought the finish was coming he stopped, and had a few puffs at his pipe. I am sure we must have watched them half an hour at least, and they were still hard at it when we left.
But it is time I concluded this billet, remaining.
Madam,
Your obliged, humble servant
Phcebe Kissagen.
Letter IV
TO THE SAME.
Madam,
In a former letter, I gave yon some account of a visit we paid to Mr Randall, a young barrister, in the Temple.
I felt so grateful to him for the good thing he had put me into by introducing me to this house, that no sooner were we got all straight, than I wrote him a letter, thanking him anew for all his kindness and attention, and inviting him to sup with me on the Sunday following.
That is a day on which we always close our place of business to customers. Not so much, you may readily believe, from religious motives as from desire to have one day in the seven to ourselves, it all events. Besides it affords an opportunity to get the house cleaned down, and things put a bit to lights, for I cannot bear mudde and nastiness in any shape.
Well, I got a vastly pretty pink billet from the young Templar in reply, wherein, after paying me any compliments, which, however, I hope I have too much good taste to put down here, went on to say that he would have much pleasure in accepting the invitation, and would be with me punctually at eight.
Chloe and I, therefore, set to work and put my private parlour in order. It is a sweet pretty room at night, when the crimson silk curtains are drawn, the six pairs of wax candles in their silver sconces lighted up, and a roaring fire burning in the bright grate.
On the sideboard shone a goodly show of massy plate, the gift principally of different patrons, to which I had added decanters and glasses of Bohemian and Venetian manufacture; and there was a good supply of wine, withal. So that nothing was wanting to make the young spark welcome.
Punctually at eight o'clock he arrived; so having rung the bell as a hint to Betsy, the cook, that we were ready for supper, I made him vastly welcome.
But the sly rogue was not satisfied with shaking hands, but must needs kiss both Chloe and myself and thrusting one hand in Chloe's neck and the other in mine, he began handling our bubbies-an innocent piece of familiarity to which we, of course, made no manner of objection, but my maid Sally, coming in just then with the supper, caused him to forbear his pranks for the present, and we sat down to table.
A hare larded, brace of roast fowls with sorrel sauce and numerous French kickshaws not worth naming, formed the supper, to which our guest did ample justice, washing it down with copious libations of claret. At length, when the table had been cleared and wine and fruit placed on the polished walnul wood, he again expressed the pleasure he felt at seeing us once more, and then went on to remind me of a sort of half promise I had made him in the Temple.
"Oh" said I, laughing, "I remember it very well; but surely, now you are in a house full of some of the finest young women in London, who I can assure you are entirely at your command, free of any charge, you will not prefer your quondam sweetheart whom you used to fuck under the big trees of Sir Charles park, down yonder in Herefordshire? Remember, I'm five or six years older than I was then, and in two or three years more shall be forty."
"Pooh! pooh "cried my young spark,"what matters about your age, my dear Phoebe? To my eyes you are more charming than ever, and I prefer you to all the laced mutton you may have in the house, damme!"
"Oh, fie fie! Mr Randall," said I, "you mus'nt talk that way, or youTl quite offend Chloe."
"Now, Venus forbid!" cried the amorous Templar. "I can assure you, my dear creature, I have a heart capacious enough to retain a remembrance of the beauties of both;" and he laid his hand on his embroidered waistcoat. "I'm not like that rascal Macheath, in the Beggars's Opera, who could only love one woman at a time, damme!" and he hummed the well known lines,
"How happy could I be with either,
Were t'other dear charmer away!
But while you thus ieaze me together,
To neither a word can I say."
"No, no! my precious creatures, my turtle doves;I can love you both at once; I've a strong back damme."
We laughed heartily, your ladyship may be sure at this sally, while he, to prove the truth of his assertions, let loose his great truncheon, and flung his arms round us both.
"Seniority ought to bear the palm," said the mad fellow, taking me by the hand with as much grace as if he were leading out a young lady to dance a minuet, and advancing to a convenient couch in the chamber; "but as idleness is the root of all evil, fair Chloe, do you come also; your little quim shall have my tongue, while charming Phoebe takes the sugar stick."
No sooner said than done. I being laid on my back, he mounted me en regie. Then Chloe, sitting on the head of the sofa, offered him her moss rose.
"Ah, ha!" cried Mr Randall, "this little cunny has become fledged since I last had the pleasure of seeing it in Herefordshire. Egad! I thought you a beautiful little girl then, but you are a much finer one now. "Law, sir!" laughed Chloe, "do you think so?"
"Oh, you little sly puss, you know very well," said the Templar. Then he took a good hold of my hips, and fucked me with a vigour that rejoiced my heart. Once more I felt all those delicious sensations which had been called forth years and years ago by poor Sir Charles. How I bounded and spent! bit and squeezed him! how I wriggled and twisted! Oh, my lady, it was a dream of bliss for me. I was in a delirium of joy. Dear man!how I hugged and loved him!
Nor was Chloe without her delight; he had a skilful tougue, and used it nimbly, so that he soon set her spending and wriggling as much as myself.
At length, when all was over, and he had gallantly handed me back to my seat near the fire, he just waited to swallow a bumper, and then making Chloe kneel up on the couch, he went slap at her like a young bull as he was, for his prick was still stiff as ever, notwithstanding the spurting shower of love's nectar, with which he had just refreshed my tulip.
"Oh, damme!" he cried, "what an arse you have, Chloe! what a white, smooth, dimpled, glorious full moon it is!"
Smack, smack, went his belly against those globes at every thrust. "Ah! dear girl, how nice and tight your pretty hairy cunt is! Ur-r-r!" and he ground his teeth.
I could stand this scene no longer, so running up to him, I began to play with his cod-piece,slapping and feeling him about, and covering his nakedness with hot kisses.
Such additional aggravation soon brought on his climax and giving six or seven rapid pushes, he dispatched Chloe with a tremendous thrust, which must have reached her very womb's mouth.
After this second performance, he seemed inclined to wait for awhile, so, to amuse him, I proposed that we should steal up the stairs and peep into all the girl's rooms, to see how they were passing the time.
The idea tickled him mightily; so, buttoning up nis breeches, and with one arm around my waist,and the other round Chloe's, we first went to
Room VI.
This apartment was in the occupation of Effie Gordon, a native of the north of Scotland, and notwithstanding that her hair was as red as a carrot, she had beauties not to be despised, and on any other evening but Sunday would have been sure to have had a gallant with her. As it was, she was alone.