‘Hannah,’ said I, ‘didn’t I hear you called by that name last night.’
‘Yes, sir; please let me go downstairs.’
‘Hannah, is there light enough for you to see this?’ and I quietly raised my night shirt.
‘Oh, Mr. Clinton, how can you be so rude.’
‘Now, look here, Hannah, we needn’t mince matters. Your mistress doesn’t know of your being here, but if you cry out she’s bound to know it, and of course you’ll get sacked for being found in a gentleman’s bedroom. I shan’t be blamed for trying to get into a girl who actually comes to ask me for it.’
‘But, my God, I haven’t, sir.’
‘No, but don’t you see that that is what I should be obliged to say if any awkward questions were put to me.’
‘Oh! please, sir, I’ll never come into your bedroom again, sir, indeed I won’t.
‘My dear Hannah,’ said I, ‘I hope you will every night of my stay; but I must have my first taste now.’
With a sudden movement I caught her in my arms, and threw her down on the bed.
The silly stupid fool struggled with the strength of a giantess, and I saw that it was going to be a fair fight for it.
This is what I enjoy, provided the struggle is not too exhausting, and in this case it was fortunately only of sufficient duration to give the proper zest, for no sooner in the course of her efforts to keep my hand away from her ‘fanny’ had her own touched the top of my splitting jock than she was powerless as a kitten.
I will not dilate upon my fuck with Hannah, for she was in too frightened a state to give me much pleasure at that time.
I have, however, under more favourable conditions, since amused myself with her during a spare half-hour, and although her cunt has not got that tenacity of grip which distinguished Lady Fanny, for example, yet there was that general spunkiness about her final throw off which places her in the front rank for one in her station of life.
To again quote dear old Sam:‘A man’s imagination is not so inflamed with a chambermaid as a countess,’ and, besides, Hannah was not a maid, the coachman having settled her hash about six months before.
CHECKED AT FIRST
But after this Hannah kissed me and bolted off, and I drank a tumbler of water with a few drops of balsam in it, and felt none the worse for my affaire par hazard, but at once joined the shooting party.
I did a fair share of bagging, though the birds were scarcly wild enough to my taste.
I hate the fashionable battue business of today, but do not mean to imply that it was anything like that, for I am speaking of more than twenty years ago, but still Leveson’s keepers had fed them too well, and they scarcely rose to the tramp of a foot near their cover.
We returned to the hall to lunch, and Mrs. Leveson enquired as to the result of our morning’s work.
We told her it had been fair, but I half hinted at my preference for seeing a bit of the country, as I was a fickle sportsman, and one morning’s shooting was enough for me. She, without a moment’s hesitation, offered to become my cicerone, and procuring two horses from the stable I sallied forth with her.
‘Now, you must be my mentor in everything, please Mrs. Leveson. I must admit to being dreadfully ignorant of country matters.’
She rode with me fully fifteen miles, and although I felt my way cautiously, I began to see there was an iron bar between us, which would probably prove impassable.
The instant there was the slightest hint or suggestion which implied a double entendre, her cheek flushed, and she looked full in my face with her sparkling eyes, and a gaze of steady searching frankness as who should say, ‘do my ears deceive me, or are you trying to covertly insult me’.
‘Damn it,’ thought I, James Clinton, you’ve met your match this time, and a still small voice never left off whispering, ‘see what the balsam will do, try a few drops of it,’ but I never got the opportunity, and as we cantered down the broad gravel walk that led to the front lawn, she with her face flushed with the excitement of riding, mine flushed also, but with the excitement of a ‘horn’ which I had now the satisfaction of knowing could be relieved without quitting the mansion, De Vaux met us.
‘Well,’ said he, in an undertone to me, after he had assisted Mrs. Leveson to dismount, ‘how does the bet stand?’
‘Blast the bet,’ said I, ‘I’ll give you six dozen to let me off.’
He laughed and said he would take one hundred and forty three bottles, and leave me the other to get drunk upon and drown my disappointment.
FORTUNE FAVOURS THE BRAVE
Hannah did not come up to my room that night, though she had promised to, still the weather was again so damned hot that I was in one sense rather glad of it. About four a.m., however, she came up to call the indefatigable sportsmen, but Leveson had already risen, and had entered my room in his shirt and trousers, so that when Hannah gently opened my door she was petrified at finding her master there trying to persuade me to go with them.
‘What the devil do you mean, you minx, by coming into a gentleman’s room without knocking first?’
I immediately interposed, and told him what a sound sleeper I was, and spoke of the difficulty the girl had experienced the previous morning.
Mr. De Vaux is up, so you needn’t trouble to call him, and you needn’t bring up any coffee to your mistress, for she’s as sound asleep as a rock. ‘So you won’t come, Clinton?’
‘Not this morning, old boy; I’m deuced tired and sleepy.’
‘Very well, then,’ said he, ‘I suppose we must manage without you,’ and presently I heard both the noble sportsmen quietly taking their departure.
I at first tried to compose myself to sleep, but found it impossible, for my prick had become a cursed incumbrance. The advent of Hannah had excited it to start with, and now there was the tantalizing fact that within a few yards of me was lying the lady of the mansion, yet, in respect to approachability, as far off as if she had been at the Antipodes.
Still the old proverb of ‘faint heart never winning fair lady’ came to my rescue, and I quietly arose and softly opened my door, just to see if there was a ghost of a chance.
As I previously mentioned, my room faced that of Mr. and Mrs. Leveson’s, judge then my delight when I saw that mine host had actually, and I presumed by inadvertence, left his door ajar.
Stealthily and silently as a cat I crossed the corridor, scarcely daring to breathe, and pushing the door open, inch by inch, I put my head inside.
There, lying on the bed with nothing but a sheet to cover her splendid form, was the woman for whose possession I so madly longed, but the knowledge that her chastity was an insuperable bar to the ordinary preliminaries of a fair fuck, suggested my attempting the siege in another fashion.
Stooping down, and going on all fours, I approached the bed side, and gently lifting up one end of the sheet I revealed her naked form, for, like me, she had got her night chemise rolled up as far as her titties. Her legs were lying temptingly open, and, as little by little, I worked myself under the sheet, my face drew nearer to the lovely little cunt whose pouting lips looked only fit to be kissed.
Gradually, and without sufficient movement to alarm or even awaken my sleeping beauty, I got my head well between her legs, and my smooth face, for I only had a moustache, rested on her right thigh, without altering her posture.
She did move once, and passed her hand down over my head, murmuring the while, ‘Oh, George, wait until the morning,’ and then as I remained perfectly quiescent, she dozed off again.
Presently I got well into position, and putting out my tongue, gave the lips a gentle lick. I could feel that there was a slight tremor, but as that was only the natural effect of the electrobiology, I knew that she was not yet awake.
Another lick, this time a trifle further in, and the next second I plunged my tongue far up, until it touched the clitoris. She was instantly awake.
‘Oh, George, darling, it is years since you did this, why, you dog, you haven’t thought of su
ch a thing since our honeymoon.’
I renewed my licking, thrusting her splendid thighs aside, though, in reality, there was no need to thrust, for she opened them as far as ever she could, until my tongue was in right up to the root, and I found from the rapid up and down movement of her bottom that unless I speedily withdrew it, she would most certainly come.
In my excitement I muttered ‘my darling,’ and she hearing a strange voice threw back the sheet, and I suppose looked down.
She must have seen at a glance that it was not her husband, for she put her hands on my head, and in a low voice, half of anguish, half pleasure, said, ‘Oh, who are you? How could you?’ but the matter had gone too far now to be remedied, and she must have felt this, for the movement of her arse continued, and was getting more violent.
I could stand it no longer, so taking out my tongue, I looked up at her.
‘I guessed it was you, Mr. Clinton, you are doing a very wicked thing, but I really must have it now, I can’t wait,’ and pulling me on to her, my prick found the already well-greased hole, which was fall of slobber from my own mouth, and with several quick movements, long thrusts, and about half a dozen wriggles, we both spent at the same moment.
I believe, had her husband come in at the instant, we could not possibly have disengaged ourselves from each other’s arms, for we lay there in a transport of bliss, and I could not help pluming myself on the admirable savoir faire I had manifested in my management of the whole business.
‘What on earth made you do this, Mr. Clinton?’ said Mrs. Leveson, still holding me and keeping me in her, with her legs entwined around my backside, but blushing all the while.
‘My darling,’ said I, ‘the moment I saw you I felt that if I had to commit a rape I should be obliged to enjoy you, though it cost me liberty, or, indeed, for the matter of that, life.’
A slight movement outside the door here attracted our attention, and hiding me under the sheet, Mrs. Leveson enquired ‘who was there’, to this there was no response, and we breathed freely again.
‘My darling,’ said Mrs. Leveson, looking at me with beaming eyes, ‘I am so delighted, that although I know we have both committed a great sin, I feel as if the pleasure had not been too dearly bought, but for fear of discovery, hurry back to your own room,’ and kissing me affectionately, both on mouth and prick, I took my leave of her for the time.
I had no sooner got outside the room and pulled the door to after me than I was suddenly struck dumb with surprise and fear, for I found my own chamber door open, and, I felt certain, that I had not been such a ninny as to leave it so. I entered the room on tip toe, in fear and trembling, and found De Vaux standing by the window, looking white and thoughtful.
‘Hallo,’ said I, ‘what, in the Devil’s name, brings you here?’
‘I came back,’ replied he, to fetch some large shot which I had in my other shooting pouch.’
‘Well, you’ve lost your bet,’ said I, triumphantly.
‘I know it,’ he gloomily made answer, ‘and what worries me is I cannot understand it. You are not a better looking man than I am. Except in the matter of a few thousands a year and a larger tool, nature, luck, and birth, have not favoured you more that me, yet you absolutely mount a woman you have only known forty-eight hours, while I have for three long years tried in the same direction, and utterly failed. I will let you have the pin to-morrow.’
‘But you only saw me coming from her room, how do you know that I absolutely won the trick?’
‘How do I know, why I opened your door quietly to see if you were asleep, and finding you absent I looked round, and saw Mrs. Leveson’s door open. I also heard you both hard at it, and could not forbear from peeping in. Oh, what a sight it was; there was she, lovely thing that she is, rising to every stroke, and I could see your long prick actually coming clean out of her, reculer pour mieux sauter, and then dashing in again till the sight nearly made a lunatic of me. How in the name of God did you work it, for it seems to me little short of miraculous?’
I didn’t satisfy his curiosity, but left him to ponder over it, while I wrapped myself up, for the morning was getting chilly, and fell asleep.
De Vaux proceeded to the battue, but if his shooting was not superior to his spirits, the birds must have had a distinctly fine time of it, for if ever there was a man at a country luncheon table possessed by the megrims, De Vaux was that individual, when I met him a few hours later.
DE VAUX’S CHAGRIN – A PROPOSITION
During the afternoon, as good luck would have it, a wire from Hull (Oatlands Hall was thirty miles from that town) came for Mr. Leveson, desiring him to repair there to meet an old college chum, who was passing through the seaport en route for Norway. So about five o’clock we had an early dinner, and wished him good bye until the following day.
Mrs. Leveson had a splendid voice, and as two other musical friends dropped in later on, we had a most harmonious evening.
Towards ten o’clock, while I was turning over Mrs. Leveson’s music for her, I seized an opportunity to whisper, ‘Shall I come in to you, or will you visit a poor benighted bachelor to-night?’
‘The latter,’ she replied, and blushed up to the roots of her hair. She had not yet learnt how to deaden the qualms of conscience, but she was woman enough to intimate, very sotto voce, ‘That we should be observed if we whispered any more.’
‘Mr. De Vaux, would you mind turning over for me, Mr. Clinton is so very awkward.’
This was the cut direct, before three others, too, but I grinned and bore it.
‘She did not find you so awkward this morning, Clinton,’ whispered he, as he leisurely took his stand by the piano, and I passed into the adjoining apartment, where there was a ‘cut-and-come-again supper,’ to which I did ample justice.
About eleven o’clock, the guests having gone, Mrs. Leveson bade us both good-night in a stately, formal, way, and retired, and De Vaux and I proceeded to the billiard room.
‘I have a proposition to make to you,’ said he, as he was chalking his cue for a game.
I couldn’t think what De Vaux’s rather serious manner imported. At first I imagined he was sore at losing his pin, and as my intrigue had been so delicious, I told him I knew what he was about to say, and that he might keep the heirloom (for I always believed it was an heirloom), I didn’t really want it, and pointed out that he could salve his conscience in not paying the bet, as I had won it under circumstances which savoured of unfairness, but De Vaux stopped me.
‘Let us sit down,’ he said, ‘I hardly feel in the humour for the green cloth to-night. Listen to me a few minutes.’
I sat down, feeling curious to know what was coming next.
‘The pin is yours, Clinton,’ said he, ‘and I have even forgotten that I ever possessed such a thing, but I wish to speak to you upon another matter.’
‘My dear, De Vaux,’ said I, ‘wait until I have lighted another cigar. Now, fire away.’
‘You are, as you justly call yourself, a Cunt Philosopher; lately I have gone in for arse castigation a good deal, and the passion that I once had for the more genuine article I foolishly imagined had died out.’
‘What the devil does all this prelude mean, old man?’
‘Simply this. Three years ago I was seriously, nay madly, in love with Mrs. Leveson. I would have given my finger tips to possess her, and when I made advances which were spurned, and eventually proceeded to extremes, which resulted in my being politely told to make myself scarce, I was cut up more than I have ever been in my life, either before or since.’
‘What damned nonsense you are talking, De Vaux.’
‘I’m speaking the sober truth, Clinton. I accepted Leveson’s invite down here thinking I had got over my foolish passion, but before I had been in her company ten minutes I had all the old feeling come back again with renewed force, and knowing how hopeless was the endeavour to become possessor of her charms, I made up my mind to cut short my visit.’
‘What noble,
lofty sentiment is this, my worthy friend; I’ll be shot if I can understand it.’
‘When I came in and discovered you this morning, the first feeling that predominated was rampant jealousy, and I really believe that had I not governed myself by walking hastily away from the scene, I should have shot both of you.’
‘Damn it, man, the bet was of your own making.’
‘I know it, and I cursed myself as a blasted idiot for having made it, and then calmer thoughts prevailed. Now, as you have enjoyed one of the divinest women that was ever cast in beauty’s mould, I want you to do me a good turn. I have, I think, without wishing to remind you of obligations rendered, done you one or two services in the fucking line.’
I remembered Lucy, and at once acquiesced.
‘Tonight, knowing what I did, I watched you and Mrs. Leveson, and, although I heard no words spoken, am quite sure that at the piano you arranged an assignation.’
‘I did.’
‘In your bedroom, or hers?’
‘I my own.’
‘Clinton, be a d — d good friend,’ said De Vaux, earnestly, ‘let me take your place.’
‘She will find you out,’ said I, not altogether falling in with his view, for although I had guessed what he was leading up to, I didn’t quite relish the situation.
‘What if she does, it will not matter once I am well in her; she won’t cry out, that I can bargain for.’
‘Well,’ said I, ‘how do you propose to work it?’
‘Simply in this way, I take your bed, you take mine.’
‘Right you are,’ said I, and I really meant to oblige poor De Vaux at the time, but I was always a practical joker, and as I knew Hannah, the dread of her master being removed, would be sure to run up within an hour of my retiring, I looked forward to some fun.
RINGING THE CHANGES
We wished each other good-night, exchanging rooms as agreed, and acting upon my advice, De Vaux extinguished his candle, for fear of Mrs. Leveson coming in too soon. I waited to hear him piddle, and get into bed, and then undressing myself, hastily crossed over to my darling.
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