She sat on the bed and began fingering my arm. How much as I enjoyed a little illicit amusement with Letty before, I had no inclination now, and I told her so.
"Very well," she said. "Keep it all for him, my dearie, but you must realize my position. I've got no one and I feel as randy as hell, just play with me for a moment and I'll go."
I had to do it. She got into bed with me and I frigged her till my hand was covered with spend and she nearly bit my tongue off with kisses. "Now, dearest, I'll leave you to it," and she kissed me adieu.
Jimmy was not long and when at last he did slip through the door, only a suit of silken pyjamas hid his body from me.
He crept into bed, we were both nervous and he gripped my burning body in his arms. For nearly five minutes his lips remained pressed to mine. It was five minutes of supreme delight. I could feel the iron profile of his cock against my stomach. As our lips unglued, his hands slipped down; he raised my night dress, dallied just a little over my legs, and touched me on the clitoris. I bit him on the neck in my mad delight.
"Quiet, dearest little Nemmy," he whispered. "I don't want to be killed." Then he drew himself on top of me till our bare stomachs burned together, curled my legs over him and the game began.
It was a short but violent fuck. We must have nearly broken the bed and I wonder we didn't wake the whole terrace up. He nearly broke my back with the vigour of his grip.
He bundled me out of bed when it was over. "Have you a syringe, darling," he asked. He was pleased when I produced it, and helped me manipulate it, as he was a practiced man.
We each had a drink of whiskey before taking encores. We had a half hour's fondling, most delightful of love's ecstasies, the actual fuck is so fleeting. Our next seance was longer, he placed me on top of him. I felt no weight but I had to do all the work. Still, it was delicious. We spent heavily and lay prone.
"Get up, silly," he said, but I was lazy. "You must get up," and he jerked me to my feet, held me upright, placed his finger in the mouth of my cunt and parted the lips wide. "Let it come out," he said, supporting me with an arm round my waist. "I don't want you in the family way."
A moment later, he put his finger all thickly smeared with my spendings and his own into his mouth and licked it clean with a gesture of contentment.
"You dirty beast!" I said, with a shudder.
"Look here, Nemmy, you're too damned sober," was all his answer. He took the bottle and poured me out what looked like a terribly strong whiskey. "Mop that up like a good girl, and don't find fault with me any more," he said.
The spirits ran riot in my head and when he asked me to clean his member for him in the same way, it seemed nothing to run my tongue over it, slimy with spunk, draw it into my mouth and return it to him clean. In fact I could have gone on licking it, only he forbade it.
To detail all the events of that wonderful night would take more space than I have at my command.
We continued fucking, sucking and the rest of it. By this time the amount of whiskey we had drunk made us both absolutely filthy and for the first time I experienced no repulsion in sitting on the chamber pot and making water in a man's presence.
For our last bout, Jimmy stretched me face downwards on the bed and got into my cunt from behind. That, I think, I enjoyed the most of that immemorial night's session of strokes, though the commencement was extremely painful. This time he was almost half an hour in me before he spent-how many times I came, I could not count. Anyway, the bed was drenched. I would nearly have liked to stay all night in his arms but prudence forbade; we didn't want a scandal, but oh, how I longed for another taste of pleasure when I awoke late on the following morning, and how disappointed when I came in to breakfast to find that Jimmy had gone out.
He was out practically all day, returning just in time for our early dinner. After dinner he went to his room and locked the door. I was maddened with lust and when he reappeared just in time to see me to the theatre, I reproached him.
A bad headache, was his excuse and with that I had to be content. As we came to the stage door, we met Restall, who looked at me curiously, obviously with no great liking for my escort. In the theatre I was the subject of a great deal of chaff about Jimmy: and the semi-liaison seemed fairly common property already.
After the performance, Restall sent his dresser with a message that I was to come to his room at once. I went in my full stage dress. I found Restall also in his fancy costume smoking a cigar and drinking a glass of champagne.
"I hear," he began, "that you and Kendall have fixed up a little affair. You're living together?"
I assured him that nothing of the sort existed, but he did not believe me, and proceeded to tell me that I was a little idiot to land myself to an actor. "You or he will leave the company," was his ultimatum. 38
I threw myself on his mercy, confessed my affection for Jean and said without him life would be a blank…and made use of a woman's weapon, tears.
He relented, or he saw a chance, perhaps both, for he pulled me onto his knees and kissed me! "You repent it," he said, "still I mustn't break a rule of my company without some compensation," and he slid his hands up my tights. In a second he gripped me and the lips that pressed mine were red hot.
I was coiling with lust; after all, it was Jimmy's fault for having left me unsatisfied that morning. As he sat back on the sofa, I sank limply on top of him and let his vicious tongue dart round my mouth…another moment and my own tongue was reciprocal.
CHAPTER II
Well, Restall pulled my tights off and likewise undressed himself. Then he drew back to inspect me and commented on my fine legs. He kissed me from toes to ankles while his fingers played with my pussy. He then pushed my legs apart and guided his prick into me.
It was a long fuck, I daresay it was not his first that day, as all the chorus girls were ready to oblige him. But I know he loved it.
Finally, he came fairly copiously, said not a word and got up. After I washed myself, I found tongue. "Well, l suppose I may please myself about my love affairs?" I said.
"Oh, certainly, but I shall want an occasional reminder." I took a quiet kiss and departed.
Jimmy was home when I arrived and greeted me roughly-where the devil had I been, etc.- when I told him that the Guvnor had kept me on a matter of business, but to my astonishment he became pacified at once, although the Guvnor's business chats with the pretty members of his chorus were notorious.
Jimmy was very lustful that night. He paid little respect to our house companion, but pulled me away onto his knees, directly the landlady left, covered my lips with kisses, massaged my breasts and slid his hand under my skirt. I protested, but "Oh, she doesn't mind," was his answer.
"Do what you like, old dears, only don't drive me from the fireside yet," was Letty's comment.
So I abandoned myself. Finally, however, Letty bade us good night. We stayed, undressed and were stark naked before the fire. On a pile of pillows and rugs. How wonderful Jimmy's body looked, and what a change from Restall's elderly wrinkled paunchy nakedness, though there wasn't much difference in the size of their cocks.
I can hardly describe the pleasure-what a weak word-of the contact of our hot bodies. I was content to play for a while, for Restall had tired me somewhat. I found out afterwards that one of the pretty dressmakers had gone down on him and sucked him off before I appeared that night. She must have scented her mouth or he must have scented his prick for it tasted delightful, when I pressed my lips to it.
Well, I spent and spent and spent…
"That reminds me!" and the typewriter ceases clicking.
"Another interruption," I answer, "in the middle of one of my best scenes.