PART III. [original 1879-1880 text]

We returned to school, and I kept up a regular correspondence with Frederick, the letters to and fro being enclosed in those of Alice. Time crept on, but as you can imagine as well or better than I can relate all the kinds of salacious amusements we girls used to indulge in, I shall skip over the next few years till I arrived at the age of seventeen; my guardians were in a hurry to present me at Court, and have me brought out in hopes that I might soon marry and relieve them of their trust.

[Narratively the new material fits at this point in the text and hence is provided below - editor]

LADY POKINGHAM; OR THEY ALL DO IT - An Interlude

I said previously that I would skip over our remaining years at school; yet how remiss of me! For to do so would be to neglect some splendid erotic frolics, the writing of which has greatly fired my blood. Indeed, in the penning of it I have often had to pause through excess of emotion. Would that I had the strength to satisfy my lust in your arms, dear Walter! But never again shall I taste the joy of coition. Memory of pleasures past must be enough for me now.

Well, then, the Easter following Frederick’s birthday orgie, it so happened the Alice’s father had to return to the country to deal with certain legal affairs, and had summoned Alice home.

She told me this news in the greatest excitement. “Just think! I will be able to have my dear Willie’s pego once more, for as you know he only had me once. Ah, my dear Beatrice, we shall enjoy him together for I am sure you are quite to his taste.”

She then begged me to use some of my allowance to buy stockings and drawers for us both. “For we are becoming young ladies now, no longer children, and we should be bashful about showing our legs so much.” I was happy to do so, and we spent a happy half morning in the milliner’s, where Alice made sure to find the most delicate and captivating items they had. She even bought garters, somewhat to the shopkeeper’s disapproval as she did not think such young ladies should dress so. But as is so often the case, a little extra money shut her mouth.

We travelled by train to the town of M----., about five miles from the Hall. The carriage was waiting for us, Mr. William standing by its side. Alice and I had set our plan as we lay together in bed the night before. “Remember how you notice him,” she warned me, “for we are still little girls in everyone’s eyes and must act so.” She told me I should feign a head-ache so that Mr. William would draw the curtains of the carriage, and this I did. “And the driver will surely be Old Adam,” she told me. “He is hard of hearing so we shall be quite safe to have a little romp.”

The thought being once more in the arms of her beloved Willie so heated her that she leapt upon me, thrusting her tongue in my mouth most deliciously. Her fingers dived into my pussey and as she licked and sucked my bubbies - now somewhat more developed yet still far from grown - as she whispered “At last your parsley bed is beginning to grow, dear Beatrice. Ah! I must suck your delicious quim. Do you turn over me, darling girl, and repay the favour.” It was not long before we both gave down our liquor of love and, somewhat more composed, passed a peaceful night.

The rail journey the next day passed without incident; as it would not do for two well-born young ladies to travel alone, the school had sent a chaperone with us. “What a pity we are monitored,” said Alice to me, sotto voce, “Do you see that man there?” (pointing to a handsome man of about thirty years of age sitting nearby) - “He shoved up behind me when we were getting on board and I could feel his pego, stiff as iron, pressing into me ... I rubbed against it and it was all I could do not to place my hand upon him. Ah, how it twitched against me, there’s nothing like a stiff prick, ready and randy.”

Mr. William was waiting for us when we arrived at the station. “Miss Alice, Miss Beatrice,” he greeted us, with a slight bow. Alice responded formally and for my part I complained of head- ache and faintness. The ruse worked like a charm; Mr. William to Old Adam to drive gently (having to repeat himself twice before the man understood what was wanted). Then, properly solicitous, he ushered us into the carriage and drew the curtains.

“Dear Willie, let Beatrice lay her head in your lap,” said Alice, in accordance with our little plans. William, no longer blind to the little girl’s libidinous nature, smiled at this. As I laid my head in his lap I could feel his pego already twitching. “Take it out, dear Beatrice,” said Alice and I, nothing loth, did so. Ah! his great red-headed monster rose up under my nimble fingers. “Take him in your mouth” instructed Alice, and you can be sure I did not hesitate to follow her advice.

How his lovely cock swelled and throbbed in my mouth, and how hot the shaft as I rubbed my fingers over it! In a flash Alice was kneeling by my side, ready to share the delicious treat. As I sucked, she kissed and licked his balls, running a finger back to tickle his arsehole. Then we swapped duties, and I kissed and fondled his testicles and even ran my tongue into his nether hole. William’s soft moans of delight grew louder as the moment of ecstasy approached.

“Oh, Alice, Beatrice, yes, lick, suck, nibble - ah - ah - you make me spend!” And with that the hot sperm erupted up the stiff shaft of his penis into Alice’s mouth. She then passed his noble weapon to me, the sperm flying over both our faces as she did so. Greedily I swallowed the last few spurts of his emission before turning to Alice and kissing her passionately. Our tongues and lips intertwined before I broke away to lick off the sperm across her face. As I did so, Alice’s nimble fingers slipped under my skirt to caress my pussey. So heated was I that it was mere seconds before I shuddered with a delicious spend, giving down my copious liquor of love.

Our passions somewhat cooled, we sat back on the seat opposite Mr. William, his cock now pendent. “How I have missed your lovely pego,” said Alice. “And you will let Beatrice share it too. What a fine time we will have of it, and Lucy will join our romps also.”

“But we must manage it with care, my little darlings,” said Mr. William. “That nasty spy Mary is always on the watch to catch me with Lucy and she will become suspicious if we notice each other too much.”

“Ah, I will manage it,” said Alice. “Did I not seduce you, my dear Willie, all unbeknown to Mama and Papa, and Mary too?” Thereupon she opened the carriage windows, explaining as she did so her purpose to air out the odours of our passion. Our talk turned to more wholesome matters as we continued our journey to the Hall.

It was not long until we were rolling up the long drive, its borders blooming with flowers in contrast to the snow and ice that had covered everything when we celebrated Frederick’s birthday. Frederick was not yet home, but Alice’s parents were. I had not met them before but it was easy to see Alice’s features in her mother, a stately woman of thirty or thereabouts. I took her hand in mine to shake, enjoying her bright eyes, sparking teeth, and black hair delicately arranged as I did so. Then I took her father’s hand, a handsome man of forty, my eyes dropping to see what kind of bunch he had in his breeches.

Alice of course gave each a warmer welcoming, hugging her Papa and Mama warmly. “Why, you have grown since we saw you last,” said her Mama.

“You are indeed becoming a young lady,” agreed her father. “And I see you have taken to wearing stockings!” - his eyes lingering on legs (and bosom) a little longer than perhaps was quite respectable.

“Papa, I am no longer a child. I am a young lady now and it is time I dressed so,” said Alice.

“Well, my dear, I am sure you know best,” her papa replied, patting her bottom for a moment, which made Alice blush a little.

We then went in and took luncheon, served by Mr. William. To look at his formal demeanour, who could have imagined that just an hour before he was revelling in a debauch with two th*****n-year old girls!

After our repast, Alice declared she would spend a few hours at the piano, an art her parents encouraged her to pursue, thinking it a necessary skill for any well-bred young lady. She was tutored by her aunt (you will recall I mentioned her before), a greatly skilled player.

“Beatrice, it is a lovely day. If mama and papa will allow it, why not prevail upon Mr. William to take you for a row? And perhaps pack a little refreshment for there is a lovely island on the lake that you should explore.” Alice’s father declared this an excellent idea - having no idea, of course, of Alice’s true purpose which was for Willie and me to enjoy each other to the full.

Soon enough, William and I were walking to the boathouse, accompanied by Lucy, carrying some refreshments. As she handed me into the skiff she said to me, “Enjoy your little games my dear, I know what that fox Alice has in mind for you.” My blood was fired and I would have liked for Lucy to join us, but she could not escape her duties in the house. “We shall have a game later,” I replied to her, sitting in the boat as Willie locked the oars into place.

Willie removed his jacket and began to row. I admired the supple strength of his body as he pulled at the oars, knowing that those fine arms would soon be encircling me. As we were still in sight of the house we had to keep up appearances and so I sat formally opposite him. But of course we could not be overheard.

“Ah, Willie, when we get to the island what shall we do?”

“What would you like to do, Miss Beatrice?”

“Oh, you naughty man! I want you to do me what you did to Alice when you rowed her ... She was not even t****e years of age then, but you ravished her ... Yes, I know all about it, how she drew you out, and then sat atop your wonderful pego. Ah! she was so young it could hardly fit, and as you broke through her maiden defences she fainted. Tell me now Willie, the mouchoir you took that day, do you still have it?”

“Indeed I do Miss Beatrice. But tell me true, you have had a man before, I think?”

I blushed to admit it, but admit it I did.

“And who would that be?” asked Willie.

I refused to answer.

“Perhaps I could guess that Miss Alice is not the only Marchmont to whom you have surrendered your lovely charms?”

I splashed water at him, glared, and said no more.

It was not long before we reached the island. Stepping out first, Willie offered me his hand and, daintily, I stepped onto the shore.

Together we wandered into the little wood, in the midst of which Alice had told me there was a clearing. The clearing reached, Willie laid out a blanket and invited me to sit. Then he opened the hamper and brought out a bottle of champagne. “I had Lucy place this in here,” he said. “It will fire our senses to greater passions, dear Beatrice, and I do so want to enflame you.”

Eagerly I took a glass from him and swallowed it down. As the bubbles coursed through my veins I reached up to take Willie’s hand and pull him down beside me. I threw my arms around him and pressed my mouth to his. Our tongues twined in a frenzy, saliva mingling and flowing. I reached to his trousers to find his pego already hard. Pulling it out, I stroked him to full stand.

“Be naked for me” he gasped, and lifted my dress over my head. His lips fell to my small bubbies, covering them in kisses. My nipples stood hard as I sighed in ecstasy. “Ah, there is something so wonderful about a little girl’s bubbies,” said Willie. “Such sweet, delicate titties you have, still growing ... it’s so rude to see, so delightful”

As he toyed with my breasts he eased down my shift. Now I was naked before him and his cock seemed to grow even stiffer.

“Oh, the naughty little devil,” said William, “Hardly any hair on her little cunny but she’s hot and ready to be fucked...” I blushed a little at the rude words, and that seemed to make him hotter.

“Fuck, cunt, bubbies, suck, bugger, pissing, arsehole, cock ... that’s the language to use ... Try it, my dear Beatrice, the very rudeness of the words is what makes them best to use.”

Though my sexual experience was already wide, I had rarely used such words. But as it seemed to please Willie, I was willing. “Fuck me, Willie, fuck me ... I am yours, my cunt and bubbies and arse ... oh, you like little girls, don”t you? You like to fuck little girls who should know nothing of sex - And you fucked Alice before she was even t****e years old! What do you think her parents would say to that, sir? Their daughter outraged, think of the scandal! And she told me how she enjoyed it too, the hussy, she said you had a big cock and used it well - how often she said to me as we played in bed that she wished her Willie were there - hot and randy and ready to fuck us both. She would have you fuck her cunny while she kissed mine - ah, two little girls for you to fuck and romp with all night long...”

I don”t know what else I said but it was more of the same, a litany of the most profane language, the most secret desires, the most shameful and wrong actions - and how it fired up Willie and indeed me too.

“Alice told me all about your encounter, dear. She was on top, and that is how I shall do it. Lie on your back, Willie, let me straddle you.” The butler, nothing loth, followed my instructions. I took his noble tool in my hands, holding it steady while I directed it to the bower of bliss. Ah, it felt so large in me as I slowly settled down on him. He placed his strong manly hands upon my buttocks and began to move me up and down, our moans of passion filling the glade. He pulled me towards him so that he could kiss me passionately. It was no easy matter as he was so big and strong and I was but a little girl; yet passion makes a way for us and we mingled tongues and saliva with hunger. Then, putting his finger to my mouth to wet it with spittle, he worked it into my smaller hole.

Alice and I had often done this to each other in our night-time revels, but Willie’s finger was bigger than her slender digit. It smarted a little but greatly added to the salacious enjoyment of the bout. Under this double pleasure of finger and pego it was not long before I reached that peak of pleasure that has been the guiding power of my life; and Willie followed soon after, letting out a positive roar of passion and he spurted his essence deep into me. Sated, I fell forward onto his chest as he kissed the top of my head - “Ah, now, Miss Beatrice, was that not a fuck indeed?”