Part XVIII

After luncheon I ordered Charles to take several shawls and a floor-stool into the summer-house of the garden, as I wished to take a nap, and was sure the open air was more conducive to refreshing sleep than the close atmosphere of a room on a warm sunny day.

Annie and Patty exchanged significant glances as I gave the order, but my uplifted finger stopped any further manifestation of intelligence.

We had a fine large garden at the back of the house, in some parts beautifully shaded by umbrageous elms of a venerable age, especially on the banks of a small circular pond about twenty yards in diameter, where, facing the south, the summer- house stood under the trees by the side of the small lakelet.

I followed Charles as he carried out my orders, and arriving at our destination, ordered him to spread the shawls over a sofa which stood there, for fear the leather might be damp. Then he fetched a pillow, and placed the foot-stool at my feet.

I had nothing on but a loose morning-wrapper, with my chemise and drawers underneath.

“How very oppressive it is,” I exclaimed, as I languidly sank back on the couch as soon as he had prepared it, allowing as I did so, a most negligent exposure of my neck and slight glimpse of the orbs of love beneath.

“Ah! Oh, oh! My goodness; the dreadful cramp!” I almost screamed, as bending down in great apparent pain, I pulled the robe to rub the calf of my right leg. “Ah, oh! what torture!” Charles was on his knees at my feet in a moment. “Oh, my Lady, is it so very bad? Let me bend up your toes!”

“No, no, not there, rub the calf, as hard as you can, Charles, there’s a good boy!” I replied, my face wincing under the pain. “Higher, rub along my leg, the foot’s no use!”

Somehow the toe of my bad foot touched his trousers just outside the most interesting part of his anatomy; the slipper had fallen off and I could feel his prick quickly harden and throb under my toes, whilst his face flushed all over, and I thought quite a perceptible tremor passed through his frame, as he went on rubbing my leg below the knee, and I need not say how my own lustful temperament was affected by the contact.

My robe had opened down the front so that he hid a full view of legs, drawers and bosom, perhaps the wrinkle of love itself. My blood was in a boil and I could no longer resist the impulse to enjoy such a beautiful Adonis.

“Get up, Charles, it’s better now.” I said in a low voice, “and pray don’t tell what you’ve seen by accident. That cramp threw me into such an awful agony I did not know how I tossed about!”

“Dear Lady, your secrets are always safe with me.” he replied, looking down bashfully as he rose to his feet. “I could kiss the ground under your feet to prove my devotion!”

“No, you are such a kind boy that just for this once, Charles, only this once, mind, I will give you a kiss myself instead. Come closer to me! What a fine boy you are. Now don’t be bashful, really I mean to kiss you, if you promise never to tell.” “Ah, Madame, how kind of a great lady to a poor page-boy like me! I shall never forget such a favour and would die for you any time!” he said with bashful excitement.

“Come then,” and I took his handsome face between my hands and kissed him repeatedly. “Why don’t you kiss me, Charles?” “Oh, lady, and may I take that liberty?” he asked, his warm lips almost sucking the breath from me, so earnest his kissing. “Yes, yes,” I murmured, “you may kiss me now, dear boy! And would you be faithful, Charles, if I trusted my life, my honour to your keeping?”

“Those kisses have made me your slave forever, dear Lady. Nothing could ever wring a secret of yours from me.” “Then, Charles, I will tell you I’m in love with your figure! I know you must be a perfect Cupid, and should you like to strip quite naked, that I may enjoy the sight of a living statue Will you do so, no one will ever know?” I asked.

His face was crimson and I could see that he actually trembled under my gaze. “Now Charles, make haste, and if you do that for me I’ll give you a sovereign and a new suit of clothes.” Slipping off his jacket I began to unbutton his trousers. Turning them down, my eager hands wandered under his shirt, feeling the firmness of the ivory-like flesh of his deliciously rounded buttocks whilst my eyes did not fail to detect how his linen stood out in front and was saturated with spendings.

He seemed to understand me now and almost quicker than I can write it, he was naked as Adam in Paradise.

My roving hands took possession of his beautiful little prick, quite six inches long, and ornamented round the tight looking balls by just a shade of curly brown hair.

“What’s this, Charles, are you often wet like this?” as I called his attention to the glistening sperm on my fingers. “What a big fellow this is, quite enough for a man. Did you ever make love with a girl?”

“No, my Lady, but I wanted to try it with Patty, only she never would.”

“Then you shall with me, Charles, now. And I’ll try to get Patty for you afterwards, I should so like to see you two together,” I said, drawing his prick to my lips and sucking it deliciously for a moment or two till I felt he was getting near a second spend.

“Now, sir, kneel down and kiss me,” I said, letting him go as I reclined on the sofa and opened my legs whilst his hands opened the slit in my drawers and exposed the lips of my cunt to view. His mouth was glued to it in a moment, and ah! oh! how his lascivious tongue made me spend in a second or two whilst my unslippered foot was rolling his prick on his thigh. But I was afraid of losing the next emission of his love juice, so I gently drew him over my body and directed his dart of love into my cunt.

He was hardly up to his business, but the instinct of nature seemed to prompt him to shove in.

What ecstasy as I felt the slow insertion of his virgin prick! How it seemed to swell inside the luscious sheath which received it lovingly.

At first we lay motionless, billing and cooing with our lips, till I began a slight motion with my buttocks, to which he was not slow to respond.

How I enjoyed that boy! The knowledge that I had a really virgin prick within me added such a piquancy to my enjoyment that I fairly screamed from excess of emotion as I spent and felt his balsam of life shoot into my longing womb.

He had to fuck me three times before I would let him dress and go about his business. He had been with me over two hours, but the time was well spent in making love and worming out of him all about himself and the other page who slept with him, Sam, who although good-looking had so much Indian blood in him that his complexion was almost black.

In answer to my questions Charlie informed me that they often played with each other, and rubbed their cocks together till the thick white stuff squirted out, and he added: “Dear Lady, would you believe it, his affair is two inches longer than mine; besides, it is the blackest part about him!”

“Do you think he would like a game with us?” I asked.

“Oh, certainly. He is just the fellow! It was he who taught me all I know, and I must tell you what he told me, that his last master, Colonel Culo, who had brought him over from Calcutta, had him sleep in his cabin all the way home and seduced him by handling and sucking his prick, which was so nice that at last Sam let the Colonel fuck him in the bottom-hole. The Colonel wasn’t very big, you know, and easily got into him by using a little pomade. Then, when Sam left him because the Colonel was afraid he might get about his daughters if he kept him in his service, he was presented with a present of fifty pounds. He often wants me to let him get into my bottom as he said it felt very nice, but I never would go further than playing with cocks.”