Anonymous - The Romances Of Blanche La Mare

She helped herself out of a generously sized flask, passed it round, and settled down to be confidential.

Then she went on to tell me how useful it was when either she or her sister had an engagement with a man that they couldn't keep. It appeared that no man could tell them apart, even in bed, and even, when quite undressed, and in a strong light. All that Maud had to do when her sister sent her in her place was to put a bit of gold beater's skin over the tell tale mole, and things were all Sir Garnet. In fact Maud once went to Paris for a week with a new mash of Mabel's, while Mabel stopped at home to see after a rich American whom she had just picked up. If it hadn't been for that convenient sister she would have had to forego either the American or the other boy, which would have meant a loss of money. Mabel was the best talker of the two, and it was generally she who first attracted the men, but which sister the men got afterwards, when matters had been arranged, was simply a matter of chance. The girls went shares in all they got, and they did very well. Likewise to mention a very intimate matter, it came in particularly useful when one of two happened to be incapacitated from love by the presence of her monthly periods. The other simply filled the vacancy Mabel collared quite a sum of money on one occasion, it appeared, by wagering with a rich young sportsman that she would take fifteen men twice each, during a night of eight hours, and come every time. Now she was game for fifteen, being a girl of exceptionally amorous and capable temperament, but double that amount was naturally beyond her. So the arrangement was made that the tourney was to take place in her own flat, and that she was to be left alone for a while between each insertion.

Of course you can guess that sister Maud, of the existence of whom the men where unaware, stepped into the gap on alternate occasions, and the deed was triumphantly accomplished and the money won, two hundred and fifty pounds, quiet a nice little doucer for the two.

I believe it was a delightful ceremony. The young man who made the bet brought fourteen of his friends, and they was Sandhurst boys in the very pink of health and physical strength, and right lustily they accomplished their task.

The whole affair was very well managed, I gathered from Mabel's narrative. The boy who proposed the bet was rich, and he presented the performers with a supper amply calculated to in every way feed their lust. Likewise a sideboard groaned with good things to eat and drink to sustain the men and the greatly daring girl during the night.

The first supper was decorous enough, for Mabel refused any early advances on the part of the men. A few bawdy toasts were drank, and Mabel was made to swear a solemn oath that she would not lie about coming. Supper over, the devoted girl retired to her room, which led out of the dining room, and returned stark naked. And a pretty sight she must have been, exciting indeed to the eyes of those randy young men. I have often seen her naked in the dressing room, for she was one of those girls who have no scruples about exposing herself naked to the gaze of others of the same sex, and I always admired her.

The men drew lots for order of performing, the proposer of the bet, however, reserving to himself the third turn, which he reckoned would be the best. That settled, Mabel let the way in to the bedroom, arranged herself on the luxurious bed, and called to the first man to come on and do his damndest. He stripped, a muscular young giant of nineteen, blushing a little at the unaccustomed publicity of his act, and was into her without further ado. He had given but three or four vigorous thrusts when the dear girl cried out that she had come and forced him to get off her. There was no doubt about the coming; the hero of the wager introduced his finger into the well greased aperture, and abundantly satisfied himself. Then arose a difficulty. Mabel asserted that the act of her coming constituted the completion of the fuck, but the only half satisfied young man naturally asserted that he had an equal right to finish his share of the business. After some argument the poor girl had to agree that he had, and, though she offered to suck him instead, he remounted, and finished, making her come once more before it was done.

The assembly filed out into the next room, leaving Mabel alone. She was to ring a handbell when next prepared.

Of course Maud, her patch of gold beater's skin concealing the mole, was produced out of a cupboard, whence she had viewed the proceedings and gathered all the conversation, so that she should not be found forgetful of any subject that might have been broached. The men were not a little astonished to hear the bell go almost immediately after their departure, and then were still more astonished to witness the vigorous lust that the pseudo-Mabel displayed.

It was only a question of a few frantic strokes and the second hero and Maud united their spending and obviously completed the fuck.

She went back into the dining room with them to take a little refreshment. “Maud,” so Mabel told me, “was ever the drinking one of the two.” She then retired, and in five more minutes the bell rang for the third man who quite unexpecting so speedy a gratification of his lusts had not begun to undress.

And so the game went on, first Mabel and then Maud rising to the occasion, till all the men had had their first go within less than two hours from the start.

After that Mabel-she did practically all the talking-bargained for a couple of hours sleep, which was granted her. At the end of the two hours, she was awakened- Maud, poor thing, had had to put up with the narrow limits of an armchair in the cupboard all that time, and the contest began anew. The girls worked so well that there were but two fucks to be completed when there still remained two hours of the allotted time to run. At that juncture Maud nearly failed. Instead of profiting by the time limit to have a good rest, she pronounced herself ready directly after Mabel had taken the twenty-eighth cock.

When her young man had finished, and he was not unreasonably quick about it, he asked her if she had complied with the regulations. She, being a straight-forward girl, was bound to reply that she had not. The question then arose whether the man who just finished, being incapable of immediate continuance, another might take his place. Maud protested that she could do it, if only the man was not in such a hurry. Eventually it took four of them, one after the other, each working their hardest, while Maud herself made herself naughty by imagining the depraved things, before the blessed dew anointed the lips of her cunt.

It was perhaps bad policy, but Mabel could not resist the opportunity for working a considerable surprise. Almost directly after the fatigued Maud had washed herself and retired into the cupboard, she walked out into the sitting room, quaffed a glass of champagne, and announced herself ready for the last man. He mounted her there and then in the room and they came together in about two minutes.

Then the check was handed over, and so ended a surprising evening.

When we arrived at Oxford I was undecided where to stay; being quite in ignorance of theatrical tours and living arrangements, I had intended to go to a hotel. Certainly my salary was only thirty-five shillings a week, but I had a little spare cash. The genial sisters Knock, however, quickly disabused me of that. “Come and stop with us, old dear,” they said, “don't go putting up at hotels and making folks think you're a tart before they can prove it.”-and I went.

The rooms were rather a shock. Small and meanly furnished-the mural decorations consisted of a religious tract and lithographs, and the landlady was as dirty as she was familiar. But the sisters seemed to think they were in clover. “Old Ma Osborne's a bit of all right,” explained one of the, “doesn't mind who we have in, or what we do, and that's saying something in a place like Oxford.”