Eveline

Chapter 3

"At last I have my darling girl again with me! It has been a terrible time, my dear Eveline. You were quite right to remain in town as I directed."

"My dear papa had only to express his wishes. Eveline is always ready to gratify them."

"I hope you got on well here in this lonely house, dear child."

"Yes, papa. Mrs. Lockett was very sympathetic. John got on too very nicely. I managed to keep things together. We felt it acutely."

Over a week had passed since the news had been telegraphed to me. All was now over. The house had resumed its wonted appearance. Lord L- had returned. Percy was to the Depot. Only our somber costumes which conventional habits enjoin betrayed to outsiders the changes which had taken place so recently.

"You have brought Johnson back with you, papa, of course? How is Goorkha? Does he look after him? Do you know, papa, I am not overly pleased with Jim, as you call him."

"Why so, Eveline? I thought he was rather a favorite with you."

"Yes-well, as he was-but to tell the truth, I mistrust that young man Johnson. I believe he is inquisitive. I had occasion more than once to be careful when you and I were riding together, dear papa. He tries to overhear our conversation. I am sure of it."

"Is that so? Then Jim must go."

"Did I not see your old friend, Sir Currie Fowles, was going out to take up his new appointment in Madras?"

"By Jove, yes! And he asked me to find him a groom to take out with him. He knows I am like him, averse to natives and prefer an Englishman in charge of my stables in India, so he came to me. Johnson would suit him exactly. I will see to this at once."

Ten days later Jim was tending horses on board a P. and O. mail steamer in the Red Sea, as head groom to the new Vice-President of Madras. He received a considerable advance in wages. I was well rid of him.

We sat close together. We spoke of the future. I explained the arrangement for my wedding and told Lord L- the date I had fixed. He willingly assented to all. He said it had his entire approval, and that Lord Endover had already written to him on the subject. We could not help feeling that we were now more than ever thrown together. The sentiment of mutual confidence had become rivetted between us. There was just a touch of sadness in his voice as he spoke of my forthcoming marriage. I thought I detected a certain feeling of jealousy in it which pained me.

"We shall always be the same to each other as we are, dear papa, shall we not? Nothing shall ever change your little girl as regards her love for you, dear."

"My only anxiety is that no harm may befall you, my dearest child, no awkward contretemps take place before your future is assured."

"Have no fear on that account, darling papa. All is quite safe and will continue so."

"Where are you going, Eveline? That black silk bodice and the lace become you charmingly."

"I was going to my bootmaker, dear papa."

"Extravagant little puss! Why those you are wearing are lovely!"

"Do you like them? See-they do not fit badly-what do you think?"

I turned my foot about to show him. I raised my skirt sufficiently to exhibit my dainty calf in its glistening silk stocking as well.

"By heaven, my child, you tempt me frightfully."

He caught me in his arms. He sat me on his knee. With trembling hand he fondled both boot and leg. Our lips met in a long, hot embrace.

"What is to stop you, dear papa? Certainly not your Eveline."

His excitement increased. We were safe in his room. I was sure of him now. I wanted it so badly. He could read the flames of lust in my eyes. He drew me still closer. I put my hand on his trousers. His limb was quite stiff. It was so long since I had felt it-so long since it had had any enjoyment. His pent-up passion betrayed itself in every muscle of his face-in every movement of his nervous frame. He put me off his knee and stood before me.

"Oh, Eveline, my child-I must have you at once. We have a good chance. Oh, my God! How I long for your enjoyment; how I pant for the pleasure we shall give each other!"

His passion rose as he spoke. He threw his arms about me. I unbuttoned his trousers. I caressed his handsome limb in my new black kid glove. Papa glared at the lewd spectacle as my little hand moved slowly up and down the standing object in my grasp.

"Is this dear thing so bad, dear papa? Eveline will comfort it. It shall have all the delight it wants. We are alone. Let us do all that will give us the most pleasure."

I put my lips to his ear. I whispered so indecent an invitation that with a low growl of lascivious frenzy he bore me towards the sofa and raised my clothes. I fell backwards. He fell upon me. I was all a-swim with longing for the incestuous encounter. I guided the shiny knob of his thing to my eager parts. The strong and erected instrument slipped voluptuously into me. He positively foamed at the mouth in his agony of enjoyment. For a few seconds no sound was heard save his stentorian breathing and the rustle of my black silk dress. My spasms became delicious. My womb seemed to open to him invitingly. His limb hardened throughout its length. He discharged with a low groan of rapture. I received every drop of his thick seed-the seed of which I was made. When he retired I kissed off the slippery exuberance of his spendings from the drooping head of his limb. I rearranged the disorder of my condition, baptized as I was in his rich sperm. I made my preparations to go out. I went alone. The cab set me down at the corner of Great Castle Street. I entered the shop of Monsieur Dalmaine. I had made an appointment with the artiste.

"Good morning, Monsieur Dalmaine. Are my new boots ready?"

"But certainly, mademoiselle! Am I not always of the most exact; besides how could I keep waiting my most beautiful client?"

"Let us try them then."

He led me into his back room, beyond which was his atelier. I seated myself in the large chair. Dalmaine produced the boots from a glass case. He held both pairs up for my inspection. His little eyes danced with pleasure as he scrutinized the glossy black peau de chevreuil and the exquisite work of his skilled assistants.

"They appear perfect. I trust they are not too tight. Not like souliers de vingt-cinq-you know, Monsieur."

"They are the correct fit for your lovely foot, mademoiselle. I know not your souliers de vingt-cinq. What are they?"

"They are neuf et treize et trois, Monsieur Dalmaine; consequently they are vingt-cinq."

"Ah, mon Dieu! Not only do I discover you, it is too good! Neuf et tres etroit! Mais c'est splendide?"

He sank down at my feet. He removed my boot. He inserted my toe into the new one. I pushed my other foot against his apron. The cucumber was already in evidence. I could feel its magnificent proportions. Meanwhile, without noticing my proceeding, the Artist in Ladies' Boots became wholly absorbed in regarding the elegance and the delicate fit of his darling study. He no sooner had my foot in, than he commenced the lacing in the most exact manner, his face beaming with smiles as he drew the silk cords together. Not a sign escaped him to show that I had ever permitted any undue familiarity. Nothing marked his conduct beyond the most respectful attention to do credit to his employment.

"I think you had better put on the other boot also, please, so as to make sure there is nothing amiss."

He trembled with delight as he beheld the pair invested duly into office. He molded them. He fondled them alternately. I pushed my right foot towards the cucumber, now evidently getting beyond control.

"Ah, chere mademoiselle, it is too much! You make me so bad! It is not possible to resist. You are so beautiful."

He pushed his hand up my leg. He lost suddenly all his reserve. His other hand was engaged in releasing his member. He turned up my dress as carefully as if he were my own maid. I saw him fix his gaze upon my thighs. His fingers pressed on higher yet. He met with no restraint. Suddenly he bent forward, his face pressed upon my naked legs. He pushed on until his head was quite buried beneath my clothes. He found his way to the central spot of his desires. I felt him seize on the coveted spot with an exclamation of rapture. I pressed his naked limb between my feet. I parted my legs to give him room. His large tongue was now rolling upon and around my clitoris, already excited and swollen with the previous exercise papa had given it. He gave me delicious pleasure. I pressed down upon him, continually responding to his amorous caresses with renewed effusions. At length I drew back. He raised his streaming lips. He pulled aside his white apron. I saw his huge member, red-capped and shining, stiff as a bar of ivory, distended in front of him.

I gloated on the luscious morsel before me. It resembled John's. It was just as handsome. I seized on it-I fingered it all about.

"Stand up-it is my turn now."

The excited artiste obeyed only too willingly. The stiff limb was within a few inches of my face. I examined it thoroughly. I pressed back the thick white covering skin which lay around the glistening head.

"So this is what you go 'crack' with, Monsieur Dalmaine?"

He was apparently too engrossed to reply. He glanced toward the shop door. He saw that the bolt was shot. All was quiet. He smiled.

I imprinted a moist kiss just on the little opening in the head.

"Oh, mon Dieu, mademoiselle! You will drive me to the mad!"

I repeated those moist kisses; my pointed tongue even took part in the salacious game. The cucumber acknowledged my condescension by stretching its warm length eagerly for my caresses.

I delighted to watch the voluptuous effects upon my companion. I continued my kisses-my tickling touches-I worked my little hands in unison.

With the unerring instinct of his countrymen, the Frenchman divined my intention. He still further loosened his clothing and drew back his shirt and trousers. He exposed his belly-his thick bush of hair-his large testicles, closely drawn up beneath his standing member. I noted all. I determined to gratify him to the utmost. My whole being vibrated with prurient exultation at the delicious prospect. He pushed his loins forward. My lips opened-they engulfed the head of his limb.

"Ah, quelplaisir! You are giving me the pleasure celestial."

The contact, the pressure, the suction of my lips seemed to madden him to frenzy. To say that he enjoyed conveys but a faint idea of his condition. His eyes were half closed or fixed alternately on my face. His breath came in gasping sobs. He was acutely sensible of the delicious friction I was providing for him. I continued my voluptuous task. He replied by gentle pushes which served to thrust his stiff limb backwards and forwards on my palate. The hollow beneath the ruby nut rested upon my tongue. My fingers worked continuously along the white shaft. I stopped suddenly. I drew back. It was the pleasure of anticipation on both sides. I looked on the throbbing limb close to my lips.

"Do you like that? Is it nice? Shall I recommence?"

"Ah, mademoiselle, you are so kind! You give me such pleasure."

"Would you like to finish like that?"

"Ah! But yes, sweet mademoiselle. Make me to finish in your lovely mouth."

"Oh! You shockingly naughty man! What! You want to make that thing finish in a young lady's mouth?"

"Yes, oh, yes! I will give you great pleasure also."

"You have already afforded me pleasure. If this pleases you, let us recommence. I am ready to gratify you."

"Ah, mon Dieu! I shall be quick! I shall have the pleasure of the Gods immortal-oh!"

Even as he spoke, he pushed the broad head of his thing between my lips. I sucked it voraciously while my gloved hands caressed and stroked the shaft.

Dalmaine bent forward. He placed his hands on the back of the easy chair. I took in all I could manage of his big member. The game was too good to last long. He gave a little cry. He pushed forward. The next instant, my mouth and throat were filled with a flood of sperm. I was greedy. The hot spurts followed each other in quick succession until all was over. I rejected nothing. We had gratified each other's perverted instinct.

It rained for the best part of two days. London was out of season. Only the necessity of making preparations for my approaching nuptials kept Lord L and myself in town. I began to feel that insupportable ennui and lassitude which cause one to fly to almost any distraction to escape from it. Papa remarked my dejection. He attributed it to the right cause. He was always shrewd and careful of me. Divining a means of relief, he hastened to make his proposition.

"You remember, my darling Eveline, our conversation at Eastbourne, when I proposed a pleasure of unusual sensuous delight?"

"Oh, yes dear papa, certainly I do. Only our preoccupation has prevented my curiosity from becoming importunate. When is it to be? When am I to make this new experience?"

"We have nothing to do in particular this evening, dear child. I propose we spend it is the indulgence of this pleasure."

"Oh, papa! That would be lovely! To tell the truth I am dreadfully dull and ready for anything. Besides, you told me it was physic for me."

"So be it then! We will dine half an hour earlier and sally out together. All can be in readiness. I will complete the necessary arrangements at once."

"Dear, kind papa! You are always thinking for your little, loving Eveline. You are dull too, and not looking so well as usual."

"We will have a dose of sensuality that will rouse us both."

"Indeed it will! I already feel better. I will go and put on my most enticing things to please my dear papa."

I had time to make my toilet before the afternoon tea was served. John brought it in. Lord L had gone out. I well knew his errand. The footman shut the shutters, drew down the blinds, and placed a chair at the table for my convenience. The door was shut. We were all alone.

"It is three whole days since you noticed poor Robin, Miss Eveline."

"So it is, John. Bring him here-pull him out."

In another second, John had his limb out. It showed white and red against the black hair on his belly. It was half erect already. The perfume of the male organ began to excite my senses. I laid hold of it. I kissed it-I sucked it for a moment. It rose superb and rampant at the contact of my warm lips. Then I stopped.

"Not now, dear John. Perhaps tonight or tomorrow night upstairs I will give you a chance. I am not in the humor now."

The man looked disappointed. I thought him even surly. It occurred to me whether I was wise to continue this liaison. Was it not time to break it off? Mischief might come of it.

John put away his unhappy Robin. He buttoned his plush breeches. I thought I caught the muttered words, "a reason for that, perhaps," as he left the room.

Lord L returned in excellent time for dinner. I could see by his cheerful manner that he had reasons to be content with himself and his mission.

"All is arranged and will be ready. We will be as secret as the stones of Troy."

"Where are we going, dear papa?"

"You will see all in good time! How ravishing you look, Eveline!"

I wore a black satin bodice and skirt trimmed with black lace, somewhat open in front and exposing the upper roundness of my bosom. My hair was simply caught up and twisted behind. It was well secured with pins. Black silk openwork stockings of very fine material, black glossy kid shoes very thin, soft, and with high Louis Quinze heels set off my little feet and ankles. The rest was duly arranged as I knew he loved to have it.

We drove to a second-rate theatre. Lord L sent the brougham home. We slipped out again. Papa took me on his arm. We threaded more than one small street. We made sure we were unobserved. Then suddenly we started on again. A door opened-we entered a house. I thought I knew the place. I had been there with Dragon. We went upstairs; a little woman in black pushed open a door. I found myself in a narrow corridor. About six feet in front was a second door. A third was on the left. The right-hand side was apparently a blank wall. Lord L himself pushed open the door immediately in front. It gave access to an elegantly furnished chamber. A soft light came from the screened electric lamp which hung suspended from the center. There were pictures on the walls. Two rather handsome carved wood brackets occupied places on their side of the doorway. On them were two heavy Chinese vases.

"Here is a delicious little temple of pleasure, Eveline. This place so secret and retired has never yet been disturbed by vestries or police."

I kept my own ideas to myself. I waited for more.

"It is here I have arranged for your dose. The substantial medicine, my dear girl, you require I have ordered. To drop all metaphor, you will meet here a very fine young fellow whose very condition and surroundings preclude all risk. His actions are circumscribed. He is as I told you, both deaf and dumb. He was so born."

"Poor fellow! I do not think I shall be afraid of him. Is he-is he so very nice, dear papa? So very strong-you know what I mean?"

"My informant is a medical man-a member of my club. In the course of conversation he related the case to me. He tells me he is possessed of a surprising degree of copulative power. I was told how I might see him nude and I went to a public swimming bath. I soon picked him out. He was a study for a sculptor-and, oh, my darling girl, as the costermongers would say, such a lovestick!"

I have the acquired habit of blushing when I like. I did it then. It is not difficult when you know how. It is also useful.

"Here is a luxurious bed, Eveline. I wish you all the pleasure you are capable of in this delightful retreat. I shall come and fetch you when all is over. Meanwhile I shall not be far off. You are quite safe here. You can make yourself quite at your ease. You have everything to enjoy, my darling, and nothing to fear. Ta ta! I will send him up. His name in Theodore."

He left the room. I heard him close both doors. Almost immediately Theodore made his appearance. I was at once struck by the young fellow's really distinguished appearance. His apparent awkwardness of manner was evidently only due to so unusual an introduction, but his bearing, his personality were conspicuous. They were more: they were most uncommon.

He was rather fair than dark. His height could not have been less than six feet two inches. His hair, of a rich auburn, was naturally curly and glossy. His complexion was clear and bright; his eyes remarkably fine and expressive. Poor fellow! It was sad to think he could neither hear a human voice nor express his ideas in speech. His individuality, however, compensated in some measure for these defects.

He came straight up to me with a rather weak smile on his face, as if he was shy. So, in truth, I found him. I motioned him to sit down by me. I made room for him on the sofa. I noticed how he watched furtively all my movements and seemed to be impressed by my personal appearance.

I remembered my mistake. I wrote my remark on the slate. He broke into an intelligent smile at once. His whole being seemed to wake in response to my sentence. He was evidently vain, your fellow. He commenced writing rapidly. I followed his pencil.

"Nature has not been wholly unkind to me. I am strong. I am young. I rejoice in life. I have the means to enjoy it."

I smiled and, putting my left hand on his shoulder, I wrote: "Can you make love?"

"It would not be difficult for anyone to love you. I could die for a girl like you. I have never seen a more beautiful woman."

"Are you in earnest? Would you really like to make love to me?"

In an instant his arms were round me; his lips pressed mine. His breath was sweet as an angel's; his eyes shone into mine with the awakening of uncontrollable passion. He wrote rapidly: "I love you already-you are so sweet! I want you! You will let me, will you not?"

I took up the crayon: "We are here to make love together!"

Again there was no use for the slate. He pressed my form to his. He thrust his trembling hands towards my bosom. I denied him nothing. He panted; he breathed in heavy jerks. It was plain he was becoming more and more excited. He covered my face, my neck, my hands with burning kisses. Love and desire have no need of words. It is a language understood without sound, communicated without speech. He felt its influence. Its intensity brought with it an insupportable necessity for relief.

He wrote rapidly on his slate: "Do I make myself clear? I possess unusual advantages with which to please a beautiful and voluptuous girl like you."

I read. I believe I blushed. I playfully pulled his ear. He kissed me on the mouth in mock revenge. He became enterprising. He essayed familiarities which were hardly decent. I feigned sufficient resistance to fan his rising flame. Suddenly he released me again to write:

"I conclude there need not be too much modesty between us to interfere with our mutual pleasure?"

"No. I am here for your pleasure. You are here for mine. We should enjoy together. Let us make love in earnest."

His eyes shouted flames of lust. He took the slate.

"You are no less sensual than beautiful. We will drown ourselves in pleasure. I love pleasure. With you it will be divine."

He threw off his coat. He assisted me to remove my bodice. Soon I stood in my corset of pale blue satin and a short skirt of the same color and material. He rapidly divested himself of his outer things. He caught my hand. He carried it under his shirt.

"Oh, good heavens! What a monster!"

His instrument was as long as Jim's. It was even thicker. It was stiff as buckram. It throbbed under my wanton touches.

He pressed my hand upon it and laughed a strange silent laugh. Then he wrote on the slate:

"What do you call that?"

This was evidently intended as a challenge. Not bashful, I took it up.

"I call it an instrument-a weapon of offense-a limb."

"I call it a cock."

"Well, he certainly has a very fine crest. He carries himself very proudly-his head is as red as a turkey-cock-he is a real beauty."

The slate was thrown on one side. Theodore drew me on his knee. He tucked up my short, lace-trimmed chemise. I made only just sufficient remonstrance to whet his appetite. He lifted me in his strong arms like a little child. He bore me to the bed. He deposited me gently upon it. He was by my side in an instant minus all save shirt, which stuck up in front of him as if it was suspended on a peg-as indeed it was. Theodore laid his handsome head on my breast. He toyed with my most secret charms, my round and plump posteriors seemed specially to delight him. I grasped his enormous member in my hand. I ventured to examine also the heavy purse which depended below. His testicles were in proportion to his splendid limb. I separated them from each other. There seemed to be something I did not understand. I felt them over again. Surely-yes, I was correct-he had three! He led me eagerly to the soft couch. Once on the bed he recommenced his amorous caresses. I seized him once more by his truncheon. It was so nice to feel the warm length of flesh-the broad red nut-the long white shaft, and the triangle of testicles which were drawn up tight below it. It was so strange, too, that this fine young fellow could neither hear nor speak! The spirit of mischief took possession of me. The demon of lust vied with him in stimulating my passion. I slipped off the bed. Theodore followed me. I raised my chemise up to my middle and laughingly challenged him to follow. The view of my naked charms was evidently appetizing. He tried to seize me again. I avoided his grasp. He ran after me round the table which stood at one end of the room. His expression was all frolic and fun, but with a strong tinge of sensuous desire in his humid eyes and moist lips. I let him catch me. He held me tight this time. I turned my back to him. I felt him pressing the brown curls of his hairy parts upon my plump buttocks. He pushed me before him towards the bed. His huge member inserted itself between my thighs. I saw its red-capped head appear in front of me. I put my hand down to it. To my surprise, he had placed an ivory napkin ring over it. It reduced the available length. It certainly left me less to fear from its unusually large proportions. I had already taken the precaution to anoint my parts with cold cream. I adjusted the head as I leaned forward, belly down, on the soft bed. The young fellow pushed. He entered. I thought he would split me up. He held me by the hips. He thrust it into me. It passed up. I groaned with a mingled feeling of pain and pleasure. He was too excited to pause now. He bore forward, sitting himself solidly to work to do the job. I passed my hand down to feel his cock as he called it, as it emerged from time to time from the pliable sheath. Although I knew he could not hear, yet it delighted me to utter my sensations-woman must talk-they can't help it. I was every bit a woman at that moment! Besides, I could express my ideas in any language I liked, as crudely as I chose-there was no one to hear me-no one to offend-no one to chide. I jerked forward.

"Oh! Take it out! Don't spend yet! I want to change-it's so delicious! How sweetly you poke me-you dear fellow!"

The huge instrument extricated itself with a plop! Theodore divined my intention. He aided me to place myself upon the side of the bed. I took his cock again in my little hands. I examined it voraciously. It was lovely now-all shining and glistening, distended and rigid in its luxury.

"I want it all-all-all!"

He evidently understood. He slipped off the napkin ring. He presented it again to my eager slit. It went up me slowly.

"Oh, my God! It is too long now. Oh! Oh! Never mind-give it me all-all-oh! Ah! Oh! Go slowly! You brute-you are splitting me! Do you hear? Poke! oh! Push-push now! I'm coming, do you hear? You cruel brute! Coming-oh, God! Oh!"

He perceived my condition; he bore up close to me as long as my emitting spasms lasted. My swollen clitoris was in closest contact with the back of his weapon which tickled ecstatically.

I clung to him with both thighs. I raised my belly to meet his stabbing thrusts. I seized the pillow. I covered my face. I bit the pillowcase through and through. When I had finished, he stopped a little to let me breathe.

"You have not come yet, but you will soon. I know it. I can feel it by the strong throbbing of your cock. I want it-oh! I want it! I must hold your balls while you spend. I want your sperm!"

He became more and more urgent. He was having me with all his tremendous vigor. His strokes were shorter-quicker-my thighs worked in unison. His features writhed in his ecstasy of increasing enjoyment. He was nearing the end. I felt every throb of his huge instrument.

I draw the veil over the termination of the scene. I cannot even use ordinary terms to describe it. My whole nervous system vibrated with voluptuous excitement. My senses deserted me.

When I recovered consciousness, to my astonishment, my companion had disappeared. Papa was standing over my prostrate form. How he had been occupied I did not then know. His face was turgid with satisfied lust. His hands trembled. His dress was disordered. He held in his hands a towel with which he was bathing my aching parts. He assisted me at my toilette. As I passed out with Lord L I noticed that the door on the left of the corridor was ajar. I peeped through. It gave access to a little cabinet, not larger than the inside of a double brougham. In the partition which separated it from the chamber where my adventure had taken place there was one bright point of light which shone from a round hole the size of a wine cork. A hasty glance explained all. The carved fretwork of the bracket on which stood the China vase was perforated just under the shelf, and quite invisible from that side. I understood all with that streak of light. Lord L had witnessed everything that had taken place. I hastily followed papa who had already descended the stairs. He awaited me. I am not a fool. I kept my discovery to myself.