In fact, I thought it better to close his mouth by making a definite arrangement. It was as follows: "As long as I find that you are perfectly discreet over this," I said, "I will give you ten shillings every time I want you, and will recommend Mr. Lewis to increase your wages. Should you dare tell Thomson or any of the other servants, I will be sure to hear of it and out you go!"
Of course he protested that he didn't want the money, but I had made him bring me my purse and take a sovereign from it. By that time I was ready for more and I noticed the kid was too. I took his penis in my hand and it thrilled with life. The only thing that bothered me was exactly what to do with him. I didn't want the boy to fuck me in the manner of the majority of men. I lay with him on the floor, on the fur rug which I always preferred to a bed for fucking purposes, and we fingered each other's parts. I thought of sucking the boy but I didn't want that, and another and wickeder idea began gradually to grow on me. I remembered the time that Jean had tried to get into me by way of my other aperture and failed, owing to the size of his member. Now it occurred to me as I looked at the diminutive member that this one should be able to make a way into me with ease.
Still, I wanted to suck the boy too, and I would prefer to do that before he operated on me. The question was whether after the sperm had been drawn from him by experienced lips and tongue, would he be able to get another erection sufficient to encounter the natural resistance which my virgin back passage would be sure to offer.
I had half turned on top of him, was feeling his thumb of love-a pleasant expression that, and one I was unacquainted with until I took to reading Walt Whitman.
"You ignorant girl!" interrupts Gladys, "the letter press to the old bawdy drawings, to Rowlandson's especially, are full of that expression."
I confess my ignorance and proceed.
Well, I was feeling the boy, bending over him, with my lips close to his penis, and the little bugger was fidgeting about randily, and I thought it best to question him on his state of manhood.
"How many times can you do it?" I asked him point blank.
"Oh, lots," he answered, "at any rate three more."
I hardly believed in three more, but the boy seemed so confident. And then, how to suggest the thing became a puzzler-but I determined to leave it till after I had given him my tongue.
"Did any one ever do this to you before?" I asked, looking into his eyes after I had run my tongue round the tip of his penis-the foreskin closed right up round it, leaving only a tiny bit of the bare head visible.
"No, that is, never a girl. But we used to do it at school."
That reassured me a little; if he had played around with other boys, it was possible he understood the game of entering through the back door.
I pulled back his foreskin and slipped my lips over the bulb of his penis. How the kid enjoyed it; I had certainly never done the sucking act so nicely to any one before, and when at last I tasted his spend, I knew he had come a good deal more into my mouth than he had before in my cunt.
I swallowed it, remembering the saying of one of our chorus girls that a draught of a young boy's spend was the best thing possible for the voice, and the whiskey and soda I took afterwards gained an added pleasure from the taste of the semen in my throat.
After that I judged it best to have supper to keep us going and I was about to send my little naked messenger downstairs to forage when I heard the back door bang. It was obviously the return of Thomson, so telling the boy to hide himself behind the curtains, I slipped on a dressing gown and went downstairs myself.
It was Thomson with a vengeance, for when I came through the half open door of the kitchen I found that young woman recumbent on the floor with an elongated soldier hard at work on top of her. Evidently my house was in a nasty mood that night.
"Thomson!" I cried indignantly. The soldier jumped up and awkwardly tried to replace a swollen penis in his tight trousers; Thomson simply looked an idiot. I waited till the man had beaten a hasty retreat and then feeling that I had been rather selfish, burst into a loud laugh.
"I'll forgive you," I said to the abashed girl, "only you should have made less noise coining in."
She got some supper and wine on a tray and I carried it myself to my bedroom. I think she fancied I had a man with me and might therefore take liberties herself, for I distinctly heard the door go again and could have sworn the soldier came back.
The supper and champagne revived the boy. As for myself I had never felt better in my life.
We finished a bottle, then I attacked him passionately, covering him with kisses and toying with his body. As a sort of preliminary overture I put my finger in his hole and was surprised to find that the tip went easily in. Then I guided his little ramrod downwards from my cunt to the other door and rubbed its tip against the place. "I can't take you in the ordinary way again," I said. "I'm too sore; you must try the other way."
He was nothing loath. I turned over and knelt, and then the little devil showed he knew all about such things by asking in his pretty treble voice if I had any Vaseline.
I told him where to get it and he anointed himself and me. Then he pressed his tip into that difficult door. The sensation was lovely. When the stiff little head was only partially into my back door, I experienced the most extraordinary feeling of lustfulness. The pushing aside of those stiff membranes was joy. There came a moment of pain as the tip was forced quite in, but when I had that inside of me the pain quickly ceased, and I took his cock in there as easily as I had done in my other place.
The physical sensation was something utterly strange and new. I had an intense local joy, but in addition an excitement of my vagina, and indeed of my whole body and brain, that threw me into an extraordinary fervour.
He got it all in and I could feel the jets of his spend right up in my bowels. He had his fingers pushed up into my vagina and I spent simultaneously with him.
After it was over I must say I felt rather ashamed. I would not let him see it and cuddled him into my arms on the rug. In each other's arms we fell into the stupid sleep that follows sexual repletion.
Lewis came back two days afterwards-in the meantime I had renewed my intimacy with the boy, as Lewis was very busy. He was forming a new syndicate and was constantly from home, and I was afraid I made use of the pretty page boy rather often.
CHAPTER VI
I must say also that he was not the only instrument of my infidelity to Lewis. Once I met Mr. Annesley, lunched with him in a private room and submitted on the sofa to his base designs. I did not tell him my address as I was rather ashamed to admit my relations with Lewis.
Still, my clothes and my jewels cannot have allowed him to suppose I was existing on a typewriter's wage. He made no comment even when, on raising my dress to bring the goal of his desires into view, he disclosed my costly silk underwear painted with voluptuous designs. He just gave an extra snort of excitement, scrambled on top of me and went in with his long, oddly shaped penis.
It was a long and voluptuous fuck. We were both of us full up to the eyes with desire, as the result of a carefully selected lunch, in which aphrodisiacs played a considerable part, but both of us, letting caution fly, had accompanied our talk with too much champagne and liqueurs. I think we must have been at it half an hour before we came, but it was a half hour of that extreme mental sensuality which comes so seldom.
"Luckily it does," says Gladys, "or we should all be in lunatic asylums."
Gladys' speech reminds me of a conversation I had that afternoon with Annesley. I had always talked extremely freely with him, finding him a man with a large experience of lust and some interesting theories thereon.