Edward Sellon - The New Epicuriean

'My dear girl,' said I, 'this is what you want' (placing it in her hand), 'not the marble one, which is only to look at. Let me show you what use it is put to, and I promise not to tell Mrs. J anything I have seen.'

'Oh, pray, good sir, what would you do? Consider my honour, my virtue. Ah, my goodness, what will become of me?'

'Why, certainly,' said I, 'it would not be very pleasant for your mamma to be told how you have acted-to have looked so long at a naked man when by quickly walking away you would scarcely have seen him. Oh, fie, miss.'

'Oh, but, Sir Charles, you will not tell, will you?'

'Certainly not, if you comply with my wishes.'

And I clasped her firm posteriors with one hand and her beautiful glowing cunny with the other.

'But, Sir Charles, will it not hurt very much?'

'Well, it will hurt a little at first, but the pleasure will soon drown the pain.'

She was silent, but I felt her hand tremble as she squeezed my great prick between her white, tapering fingers.

That was enough, so lifting her in my arms I bore her to a little grove in which was a tool house never visited by anybody but the gardeners, and here putting a bundle of matting on a turned over wheelbarrow, I deposited the fair girl and was soon driving away at her maidenhead.

She bit her lip with the pain but did not cry out, which I considered a good omen; so caressingly slapping her thighs and handling her breasts and buttocks, I soon found a sensible moisture in that luscious part into which I was forcing my way-the darling girl was spending. Soon she gave tongue in delirious ejaculation: 'Ah! where am I? Oh! how nice it is. Ah-oh-bl-bliss! Ah, oh, ur-r-r-r!'

And grinding her teeth, she nearly squeezed the breath out of me, hugging me with her arms and entwining her thighs around my loins with a tiger-like strength that nearly broke my back.

This girl, who had large open blue eyes and a confident bold air, had evidently found what she had long required, only she did not know it, and that was a good stiff cock. And having found it, she had a good mind to keep it, for my crisis having come and desiring to withdraw, she would by no means let me, but planted her touches so wantonly and with such good effect that positively (a rare thing at my time of life) I got a second erection within ten minutes of the departure of the first.

She now grew quite bold and whispered to me not to let it come so soon.

It consequently happened that we lingered half an hour in that delightful spot.

As soon as the beauteous Miss Medley had a little recovered herself, I raised her up and offered her my arm and together went in search of her companions.

'Well?' said I, 'you find the real surpasses the beau ideal?'

'Not the same thing at all,' she whispered, pressing my arm.

'What pains me is the reflection that just as I have won, I am to lose you. You go home tomorrow, do you not?'

'Yes, that is so,' she said; then hesitating a little, she added, 'but if you really desire it, that need not prevent your seeing me, as I live no further off than Richmond, and there are numerous lovely secluded spots where we could meet.'

I stopped involuntarily with surprise, then catching her up in my arms I covered her with kisses, exclaiming, 'Why, my angel, this is more than my fondest hopes could have suggested. Do you really mean what you say? Or, come now, acknowledge that you are laughing at me.'

'I, not the least in the world.'

'Then you really mean what you say.'

'Mafoi, yes; I find you a gallant man.'

I took off my hat and made a lower bow to Miss Medley than I ever made to a little miss before.

Then we pursued our conversation and she gave me full directions where I was to meet her, on what days, and at what hour. By the time she had finished we found ourselves in the midst of the merrymakers.

'Why, goodness gracious,' cried a dozen voices at once, 'where have you two been all this while? We had quite lost you both.'

Poor Miss Medley blushed, but I came to the rescue, quickly saying, 'You know, I went indoors for my snuff box; in returning I made a detour through the maze to see if the lamps had been hung to my mind and found Miss Medley, who had quite lost herself in its intricate winding and shouted to me to show her the way out, which after some time I was able to do, and here we are.'

This explanation satisfied the majority, but I saw the Misses Marshall and Jennings exchange a meaning look, which I had no difficulty in reading, but of course took no notice.

We had interrupted a capital game at hide-and-seek, which was now continued.

It being Miss Jennings' turn to hide, away she tripped into the wood, but as she passed me she managed to squeeze a little crumpled billet, written in pencil, into my hand. As soon therefore as we heard 'whoop', away we ran in every direction, and finding myself alone I seized the opportunity of reading it.

It was of a brevity perfectly Spartan: 'The tool house.'

To the tool house I therefore proceeded as fast as possible, taking care none of the huntresses should see which way I took and pondering all the way on those two words.

Had it been Miss Marshall, all would have been clear enough, but what did the little Jennings know about the tool house?

In the midst of my cogitations I saw it before me.

With a hasty glance to see that no one had followed me, I sprang over the threshold and shot the bolt behind me, and at that moment was clasped in the arms of the amorous girl.

'Oh, dear Sir Charles,' she exclaimed, 'this is kind of you, but you did awaken my passions, you know, and having aroused them, you will love me a little, will you not?'

'My darling girl,' I cried, kneeling at her feet and sliding my hands under her clothes, grasping her naked thighs, 'can you doubt it?'

'Well, yes, dear Sir Charles, I did doubt, for you are such a roue and such a votary to promiscuous love that I feared you might overlook poor little me, and now that bold Miss Medley with her great blue eyes has ensnared you-for you don't suppose your tale of the maze deceived me in the least…'

'Really,' said I, laughing.

'Oh, you are a terrible rake, Sir Charles.'

'You flatter me,' I said, with a low bow.

'And then,' cried the impetuous girl, as her dark eyes flashed, 'I have to contend against the charms of Lady Cecilia, and Phoebe, and little Chloe, and-'

'Stop, stop,' I exclaimed, 'and halte la! In these precincts sacred to Venus and Priapus the green-eyed monster Jealousy is never allowed to intrude; my love extends to beauty wherever it is to be found, and like the bee I fly from flower to flower and extract the sweets from each; be satisfied then, my precious girl, with your own share, and you will, believe me, have no cause to complain.' And I imprinted a rapturous kiss on her damask cheek.

'But we are wasting precious moments in words, ma petite, let us proceed to deeds, if you please.'

And suiting the action to the word, I made her kneel upon the gardener's matting, which still remained on the wheelbarrow as I had left it, and tossing up her clothes exposed her voluptuous white hemispheres.

'Oh, my; good gracious,' cried the girl, 'is that the way it is done? I thought you would lie on my bosom.'

'There are various methods, my angel,' said I, beginning to push at the mark, 'and as we become better acquainted I hope to instruct you in the thirty-five positions.'

'Juste del? ejaculated the pretty creature, 'are there so many, then?'

'Oh, yes,' I rejoined, 'and each more delightful than the other.'

And grasping her round the hips, I began to thrust in good earnest. She buckled to admirably, and merely giving a little 'oh!' of pain now and then, straddled and aided my entrance all she could, so that in about ten minutes I rode in at a canter, winning the race by a length.