PART XV

I now come to a most important epoch of my life, which at once sealed my matrimonial fate.

We were to leave town the next day, and were taking a morning walk in Kensington Gardens with Lady St. Jerome, when who should suddenly meet Her Ladyship, and demand an introduction to her charming young friends (meaning myself and Alice), but a tall handsome-looking old fellow of thirty, with the most wicked pair of dark eyes I had ever seen. Lady St. Jerome appeared to have a most sinister smile upon her face, as turning to us she said, “My dears, allow me to present you to the Earl of Crim-Con, the most gallant gentleman of the day, but be careful how you accept his attentions.” Then seeing a rather savage look cross his countenance- “Pardon me, my Lord, if in introducing you to Lady Beatrice Pokingham and Miss Alice Marchmont, I caution them to beware of such a dangerous lover; they are under my protection at the moment, and I should fail in my duty if I did not.”

The angry flush was but momentary, being instantly replaced by a most agreeable smile, as he replied, “Thanks, thanks, my dear cousin, but your piety always makes you so hard on my little foibles. Will nothing ever make you believe I have honourable intentions; you know how often I have asked you to try and find me a nice little darling wifey-pifey, who would lead me with her little finger, and keep me out of mischief.”

“You might have found a good wife long ago, you miserable hypocrite,” retorted Her Ladyship, “you know that a certain place is said to be paved with good intentions, and that is where all yours will go to, my Lord, I fear, but I only just cautioned my young innocent friends here.”

“Ah, hem, I think I know that warm place you allude to, just between the thighs, is it not my Lady?”

Lady St. Jerome blushed up to her eyes as she exclaimed, in an apparently angry tone, “Now, this is really unbearable, that Your Lordship should at once commence with your obscene innuendoes; my dears, I am so ashamed of having introduced you to such a horrible specimen of modern society.”

“A truce, I will really be on my best behaviour, and try not to offend the most delicate ideas again,” he said with great seeming earnestness, “but really cousin, I do want to be married and kept out of harm. Now I suppose these two young ladies are eligible parties, do you think either of them would have a worn-out roue like me?”

“Really, my Lord, you are incorrigible to go on so and talk like that before two young ladies at once,” expostulated our cicerone. “Ha, you don’t believe me, cousin, but, by God, I am not jesting, you shall see presently, just wait a moment,” he said, then taking out his pocket-book, pencilled something on two slips of paper which he held in his hand, with the ends slightly projecting. “Now, cousin, just draw one and see which it is to be.”

“Only for the fun of the thing, to see what you mean”; then she pulled one of the slips from his hand, exclaiming with a laugh as she looked at it, “Beatrice, you are to be Lady Crim-Con if you will take such a scapegrace for better or worse.”

His lordship.- “I really mean it, if you will have me dear lady; may I call you Beatrice? What a happy name, especially if you would make me happy.”

It is impossible to write how I felt at that moment; I knew that he was rich, with a great title, and despite his bad reputation, that was a most tempting bait to a comparatively portionless girl.

Somehow he took my arm, and Lady St. Jerome, with Alice, walking in front, seemed to go any way but direct home, in order to give His Lordship every facility to urge upon me his sudden courtship. I can’t tell you how it happened, but before we reached the house, I had promised to have him, and in less than a month we were married.

I need not trouble about the wedding ceremony, but at once give some account of the first night I had with my spouse. When I first mentioned him, I spoke of an old man of thirty; that is exactly what he was, and although still a handsome fellow, one would have guessed him to be fifty at least.

His youthful vigour had been expended long ago, by constant and enervating debauchery, and now instead of being able to enter the lists of love in a genuine manner, he had a perfect plethora of disgusting leches, which he required to be enacted before he could experience sensual excitement.

Our first night was passed at the Lord Warden Hotel, Dover, as we were on our way for a continental tour.

During our short courtship I had never allowed him the slightest liberty, as my common sense told me that such a man would discard the most beautiful girl if he could but take advantage of her before marriage.

Well, then, the ceremony at St. George’s, Hanover Square, where the nuptial knot was tied, was scarcely over, and we had just taken our seats in the carriage to return to Lady St. Jerome’s house, from which I was married, when he gave me a rude kiss, and thrusting his hands up my clothes, seized upon my cunt in a very rough manner, as he laughingly told me not to pretend to be prudish, as “he knew I was a little whore, and had had Lothair and lots of other fellows, in fact that was the reason he had married me, and meant I should be a damned little bitch to him, and do everything he required, which a virtuous girl might object to; besides,” he added, “I always looked out for an orphan who had no blasted parents to complain to. There, don’t cry like a fool,” as he saw the tears of mortification run down my crimson face, “you have only to pander to my curious tastes a bit, and we shall be happy enough.”

I felt his advice the best I could take at the moment; his evident knowledge of my intrigues gave him such an advantage that I dried up my tears and resolved to make the best of a bad bargain, as I returned his kiss as lovingly as possible, and begged him “not to be a bad boy before other people, and he would find me everything he could wish.”

I must have been very nearly screwed that night before I retired to bed to await His Lordship’s coming. I got in between the sheets perfectly naked in accordance with his orders, and commenced frigging myself at once, the many bumpers of champagne he had made me drink in his company, to various obscene toasts, which he constantly proposed, such as- “A stiff prick for randy cunt.” “Here’s to a girl who would rather be buggered, than not fucked at all,” and one in particular, which awfully excited my ideas, viz.: “Here’s to the girl who likes to frig herself before you till she spends, then suck your prick to a stand, and prefers to have you in her tight wrinkled bum-hole rather than anywhere else.”

Presently he entered the room, with a hiccup; as he pulled the bed-clothes off me, he exclaimed, “You’re a damned pretty little bitch, Beatrice, and being nearly drunk, my dear, you see my cock happens to stand for once, we will make the best of it. I had the whites of a dozen raw eggs in some milk this morning, and just now a cup of chocolate with half-a-dozen drops of the tincture of cantharides to make me randy for once.”

His coat, trousers, and everything were thrown off in a trice, till he was as naked as myself, whilst his eyes had an almost demoniac kind of glare, so unnaturally brilliant did they look just then.

Springing on the bed, “Ha,” he exclaimed in a husky voice, “my little beauty has been frigging herself and spending. Suck my prick or I’ll kill you, you little bitch!” he said savagely, as he reversed himself over me, and plunged his head between my thighs, where he at once commenced to suck my quim most deliciously, whilst I nestled his rather long prick (it was not very thick), between my bubbies, pressing them together with my hands so as to make him fuck me there, whilst I was so excited that I readily kissed and took his balls in my mouth. He was so furious in his gamahuching that he continually made me feel his teeth quite sharply, as he bit the clitoris and nymphre, growling out, “Spend, spend, why don’t you come, you little bitch?” getting more outrageous and cruel every moment, till his bites made me shriek with agony as I writhed about, and deluged his mouth with quite a profusion of my creamy emission.

“A devilish good spend that,” he murmured between my thighs, “but I have made your poor cunny bleed a little!” as he seemed to enjoy licking up the sanguineous mixture.

“Now suck my prick,” he said with renewed fierceness, turning round and presenting it full in my face. “You’re a cheating little bitch, and I mean to have you dog fashion.”

I took that long prick in my hands, frigging the shaft as hard as I could, whilst I just titillated the ruby head with my tongue, till I felt it was tremendously distended and as hard as iron. “Jump up quick, on your hands and knees, you little whore,” as he gave me a couple of tremendously smarting smacks on my buttocks, loud enough to have been heard a long way off, only our bedroom was at the end of a corridor; the whole of the rooms in that part of the hotel having been taken en suite for us. Turning up my rump as desired, I thought it was only a fancy of his for entering my cunt that way, but he suddenly spit on the head of his long stiff affair; and presented it to my astonished bum-hole, as he exclaimed with a chuckle of delight, “I’m going to fancy you’re a boy, and take the only maidenhead you have left, your cunt will do another time, but it must be a virginity on a wedding night!”