Anonymous - Eveline

"No, Eveline, you will never die an old maid. You are too wise, and you know too much for that. At the same time, my little Eve, you cannot make me believe you have not found, in all this time, a serpent to tempt you, though I really do think it might require a pair of apples to do that. Tell me-was it before you left school? Who was the lucky reptile? A music-master? A youth of subtle insinuations? A man-or a snake?

"How can you talk such nonsense, Percy? You are really too bad!"

"But I am right, little Eve. A girl of your temperament could not resist if she tried. I am not in the least jealous, you may be sure, dear girl, nor do I blame you for following a purely animal instinct. We men all do it, then why not the girls? Confess then, little Eve."

"It was not a serpent, and it was not an apple; nor even two apples, Percy, and I don't see why I should satisfy your inordinate and most improper curiosity even if I had anything to confess."

"Well, at any rate, the devil that tempted you had the best catch he ever made in the whole course of his administration. You must be a treat for the gods, and much too good for imps of the other persuasion."

"For shame, Percy! But tell me if you are serious. This wicked thing feels anxious to try its luck."

"Serious? Of course I am serious! I mean to have you, Eve dear. It will be no joke now. I am a man, and a strong man too. We will take all necessary precautions-but have you I must, and before we are many hours older."

"Well, Percy, what must be, must. But I hope you will be very prudent-very quiet and very cautious. You take matters too easily. You do not seem to see the risk we may run."

"Do I not though, my Eve? Indeed I do! Remember the more risk we run to obtain what we want, the sweeter is its possession. There is only one consideration which can make it sweeter."

"What is that, Percy?"

"The fact that it is dreadfully 'improper.' Therefore it is dreadfully nice. It is the extreme limit of the principle 'naughty but nice'-the very essence of it carried to its fullest excess. Therefore it will be divinely nice!"

"Oh, Percy! You make me horribly agitated. I already wish it was night."

"Why night, my sweet Eve?"

"Because I want you, Percy. Because I have a plan. Your room adjoins mine. I thought of that when we set out the apartments in the hotel. There is a door of communication from your chamber to mine. I have had portiers put up on both sides. Also across my door is the corridor. I hate these hotel doors of communication, you know, Percy. Do you not see I have only to turn my key and you are in my room. I will oil the lock, the key and the hinges."

"What a cultivated Eve! By Jove, you have well thought of all. Did you also provide a garland of fig leaves?"

"No, Adam, we haven't fallen yet. You might prefer me in my pristine innocence. I am worth a study."

"Good day, Mr. David Jones. Your boat does not look as if it has been launched today."

"So, miss-no more she ain't. I ain't got the strength of the young 'uns. My son's been telegraphed for to go back to Lunnon."

"What! Left you already! How is that?"

"Why, miss, yer see the owners of his ship-the one as he come 'ome aboard of-offered him a berth as third mate. He's gone up to Lunnon to school in the Minories and get book larnin' to pass the Board o' Trade. He'll do it, miss, no fear. He's a sure hand to push 'isself in anywhere, and he's strong and steady too."

"Yes, Mr. Jones, I am sure he's all that. What is the name of his ship?"

"They calls her the Priapus, or maybe it's the Priam, or the Pegasus, but I think it's the Priapus, miss. A fine four-masted, full- rigged ship she is too, and over five thousand ton o' cargo they stows away in her. I didn't know you, miss, up there, aboard o' that rampin' great 'orse."

"Oh, I'm very fond of horse exercise! The bumping up and down does me good. I'm off for a gallop on the South Downs before dinner."

"Well, miss, all I 'opes is you won't tumble overboard. Good day, miss, and thankee very much for this 'ere yellow boy."

"Good bye, Mr. Jones. I wish your son luck. Now, Johnson, I'm off! Follow me up close."

I gave Goorkha the rein. He got clear of the town and the houses. He flew up the chalky road to the Downs. My weight was as nothing to him. He seemed rather to like it. He was full of mettle. He appeared, however, as if he knew the fragile nature of his burden. Poor fellow, why had they robbed him of his horsehood? Why was he not a stallion? I really think I should have loved him even carnally had he only been one. As it was, he was in my estimation first cousin to the Centaur. We were soon on the open downs, heading away for Beachy Head. On the right was a large chalk pit with a road for carts into it. One could see all round for miles.

"Is there anyone in view, Johnson?"

"No one, miss, that I can see for over a mile round."

"Get down then and see to this girth."

We had pulled up a little out of the road and up the narrow cart track which led into the pit. Johnson got down and came to my side.

"Isn't it too slack, Jim? Don't touch my leg, you wicked man! Don't put your hand there. Do you hear? Oh, Jim! Let me alone. Take your hand away, I say!"

"No one can see us now. We are quite alone. Do let me lift you down, miss. We can go into the pit there quite easy."

"No, Jim. It won't do. How are you going to leave the horses? You know very well we cannot leave them. Besides-"

"Besides what, Miss Eveline? Don't be angry with me, I feel so awful randy. I can't help it."

I looked down at him. His buckskin breeches bulged out in front.

"I have reasons why I cannot allow you to repeat your outrageous violence, Jim. All the same, I should like to get off and stretch my legs a little."

Jim handed me down. We stood between the horses.

"Pull it out, Jim. I want to see it again."

The groom needed no coaxing. He unbuttoned and instantly let loose his monstrous limb, throbbing with desire and obstinately erect. I took it in my gloved hand. There was something ineffably indecent in the idea of this man's huge member clasped in the delicate white kid gauntlet glove of a little hand like mine. I skinned it back. I gazed on the big nut.

"What can we do, Jim! I dare not move away from here."

"Toss it off, miss. Oh do, miss! It's so awfully stiff, I shouldn't take a minute. We are quite alone. No one within miles of us now."

He held both horses by the bridles. I moved my hand up and down his big thing. It grew red and stiffer-harder than ever. My hand flew up and down the long shaft. Jim groaned and staggered. I abated my movement a moment.

"Is it so very nice, Jim?"

"Oh! Oh! Miss, it's lovely. Only I wish it was up your belly-like- like-last time. Oh, what a game we had-didn't we, miss?"

I pulled the loose skin of his tool down with a gentle jerk at each stroke, so that the delicate nut presented itself all shiny and bent forward to my eager gaze. I thought it could not last more than a few seconds more. Already a drop of pearly dew issued from the little opening. My gloves were evidently doomed. I should be smothered in another minute. Only one thing occurred to me as a natural resource. I stooped. I kissed the dewy tip. I opened my moistened lips. I rolled my tongue round the big nut.

"Oh! Oh! I can't stand it! I'm coming! I'm coming! Oh!"

The next moment he discharged. The first outflow came in a great gush. It went straight down my throat. Then, responsive to my jerking tender movements, jet upon jet of thick sperm spouted from him. I continued as long as the spasms lasted. I only desisted when the source ran dry and the big limb fell away from my grasp.

Jim made haste to set himself to rights. The two horses had stood as quiet as the wooden ones at the coach maker's in Long Acre.