Edward Sellon - The New Epicuriean

Then, as she felt the swelling head of my stiffening weapon in the innermost depths of her cunny, this enamoured girl gave full vent to her delight. She jutted out her great white bottom, she passed her hand underneath and felt the balls of love; she manipulated me in a thousand ways; she bounded, wriggled, and twisted, sighed and cooed; her breath came short, and murmuring out, 'Ah, sweet bliss! Ah, it is Heaven! Heaven!' she spent; and my ecstatic movement, by a lucky chance coming at the same time, I sank forward on those white globes in a delirium of joy.

How long we should have lain thus, Venus only knows; but the sound of approaching footsteps roused us from our voluptuous trance. Hastily arranging my dress, I slipped out of the door and hid myself amongst the underwood. I had scarcely concealed myself when a bevy of young girls appeared, shouting out at the top of their voices, 'Miss Jennings, Miss Jennings!'

'Where can she have hid herself?' cried one.

'I declare,' said another, 'I am quite hot and tired with looking for her.'

'I should not wonder if she is in this tool house,' cried another, 'let us see.

And pushing open the door, they led her out, looking very confused and as red as a peony.

'Why, gracious goodness me, Miss Jennings, what could have induced you to choose such a place to hide?'

'Rather say,' answered the lovely girl, recovering her presence of mind, 'how foolish you all look at having been baffled so long.'

'Well, well, we have found you at last; so come along and let us have a game at hunt-the-slipper; we shall only just have time for one game before the fireworks, for see it is getting quite dark.' And the laughing girls led her off.

I was preparing to follow, not wishing to lose my share of a game I liked so well, when suddenly I felt a little hand in mine, and turning looked down on the smiling, rosy face of little Chloe.

'What! you here?' I cried, astonished. 'How's this?'

'Oh, don't be angry, your honour,' said she. 'I followed you and saw all that passed in the tool house through a chink in the door; but I will not tell.'

'Oh, you saucy little pussy,' I cried, patting her rosy cheek, 'and what do you want of me now?'

'Ah, Sir Charles, that you must guess, you know.'

'Egad,' said I, 'that I can discern quite well, you funny little thing; but tell me, do you then like to have me, better than young Daphnis. He, so young, so beautiful, so near your own age, I so old compared to yourself. Is this possible?'

'Why, to tell you the truth, Sir Charles, I have a stronger liking for you than for him. He is too pretty by half, too like a girl; besides you taught me all I know of love; you first awakened those feelings; it was your hand first caressed that secret part which now always thrills when I approach you. Oh, Sir Charles, young as I am, I have all a woman's feelings.'

'Then, my dear little love, you shall have all a woman's pleasure. Come,' and I led her into the wood, and lying on my back made her get over me.

'I am rather tired, my love,' said I, 'so you must do all the work.'

'That I will, and with pleasure, dear Sir Charles; but oh, dear me, you are not stiff, hardly at all; but I will soon remedy that. Let me gamahuche you; and if you like, do you gamahuche me and then we shall soon be ready.'

So saying, she turned round, presenting her lovely little bottom and pressing her young cunny to my lips, my tongue slipped in at once, while she, taking my languid prick in her rosy mouth, so skilfully titillated it that in a very few minutes I was ready for action.

Again, therefore, reversing her attitude, she mounted me and a delightful fuck ensued.

The whole affair did not occupy a quarter of an hour, and this little act in the drama being concluded, we joined the revels.

I will not weary you with a recapitulation of all the frolic of hunt-the-slipper; suffice it to say that without any apparent offence against propriety, I managed, accidentally as it were, to feel many a virgin cunny and many a plump thigh that night.

The fete concluded with a country dance amidst a general illumination and a superb display of fireworks. Supper was then served and my guests departed about twelve, much delighted with their visit.

When they were gone and Cecilia and I had retired to bed, we compared notes of our various adventures.

She, it appeared, had not been idle and, attaching herself to Daphnis and Miss Bellew, had retreated to the grotto where fucking and gamahuching occupied them for an hour. She had also much diverted herself with the innocence of a pretty little girl, nine-year-old Clara, to whom she had privately shown the ponies and, after exciting the young thing with the sight and by lascivious touches, had finally gamahuched and been gamahuched by to their mutual satisfaction.

She laughed heartily at the conquest I had made of Miss Medley's heart and asked if I intended to go to Richmond?

I fancied there was rather more eagerness than usual in her manner, and as I knew her not to be troubled with jealousy, I could not quite understand it. But dissembling my surprise, I answered, coolly, 'Why, yes, I suppose I must go. That girl is quite a Messalina and would never forgive me if I disappointed her.'

'Is it possible,' said Cecilia, 'her bold blue eyes meant something then?'

'Indeed they did,' I rejoined, 'and let me tell you, she is an uncommon fine girl, and quite ripe.'

Nothing more passed, and after a little languid toying, for we were both tired out, we fell asleep.

The following Monday was the day appointed for me to go to Richmond, but all the way, as I rode along, I felt a vague uneasiness about Cecilia which I could not account for. There was a feverish excitement of manner about her the last few days. She was absent and abstracted, gave incoherent answers, or none at all, and was altogether quite unlike herself. What could it mean? I asked myself again and again, but at length, weary of speculation, I put spurs to my horse and galloped on.

Arrived at Richmond, I put up my horse at the Star and Garter, and enquiring my way to the Rectory (as a blind) I strolled slowly on; by and by I came to the wood which Miss Medley had so carefully described to me, and following a particular path I soon arrived at the trysting place.

Imagine my surprise when, instead of my lovely friend, I found an old gypsy woman seated under the tree. On seeing me, she rose, and dropping me a curtsey handed me a little three-cornered and scented billet. I tore it open, and read these words:

I have not been sufficiently careful with my linen; some stains have been seen and my aunt will not let me go out alone-I am in despair.

I put half-a-crown into the old woman's hand and turned on my heel. She stopped me.

'What, your honour, are you going away without an effort? Consider, sir, the young lady is over head and ears in love with you; leave the matter to me, and I will arrange it.'

'Say you so, my good woman,' said I, 'in that case I will pay you well. You know who I am, I suppose?'

'Of course I do, your honour, all our tribe know you well, Sir Charles, for have you ever turned us off your land; have you ever taken us before the beak when we robbed your poultry yard; do you not let us sleep in your barns; and did you not send us camp blankets and provisions last winter? Oh, we know you very well, and a right noble gentleman you are. A little given to the girls, perhaps, like other fine gentlemen, but what of that? Now look you, Sir Charles, we gypsies have a mysterious way of finding out things-take a friendly hint, don't return the same way you came, go the other road, or blood may come of it.'

So saying, and before I could prevent her, she dived into the wood and disappeared.