The Boudoir No. 4

ADVENTURES AND AMOURS OF A BARMAID A SERIES OF FACTS

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At first only the dim outlines of two figures could be discerned in the interior of the tent.

"Wait a moment," Mildred whispered to Polly. "Gypsies always have a good light; no one would have his bride in the dark on his wedding night."

The peepers kept very still, and presently Mildred whispered again — "Zach is going to light up; you'll see him look Miriam all over before he really has her for better or worse, as your marriage service says."

The obscure figures now released themselves from a long embrace, the female giving an audible sigh, which seemed to give expression both to her amorous desires and timidity as to what was coming. Striking a match the swarthy bridegroom lighted up three candles, stuck in a common tin triangle suspended from the centre of the tent, which was a rather large one, set apart for the use of various members of the tribe on such special occasions.

"Now strip thee, lass, and gie us a sight of thy juicy koont afore I fook thee!" said Zach, imperatively. 'Thou's now all mine or now't, as I find thee."

Setting her a good example, he threw off jacket, vest, and breeks till he stood a dingy-looking Hercules in shirt and stockings, the former of which seemed anything but a clean wedding garment, looking a fair match in its unwashed tints to his olive-coloured skin. She, too, was too dark for it to be seen if her blushes betrayed the shock to her modesty which the sight of his tremendous yard, the big purple head of which jutted out beneath that dingy shirt.

"Tak't in thee hond gal, and feel how randy 'tis!" he said, lifting up her smock the moment she stepped out of her skirts, and the pair could then be seen standing side by side in the full light of the candles, their lips glued together in a sucking kiss, whilst each one's hands were busy caressing the other's privates. She was a fine plump young woman of about eighteen, with a mass of black hair falling loose over her shoulders, but her lovely eyes were hidden by the closing lids, as if afraid to look in his face, or see her fate in any way.

"Oh! you hurt me Zach; did you think I'd lost my maidenhead?" she said, flinching from the insertion of his big middle finger.

"Thou'll do; thou's right, my gal. Now kiss my p — k, and swear to be true to it, and never take another as long as you have me," he said.

She knelt down before him, and almost reverently imprinted two or three ardent kisses on the object of her desires, swearing the required oath in a peculiar kind of lingo quite im159 possible for Capias and Polly to understand, but they could see he was tremendously excited, for, lifting the fine girl fairly up in his brawny arms, he carried her to a heap of blankets, amp;c, evidently laid over a soft bed of ferns and heather, and falling upon it with her by his side his hands opened her willing thighs, giving a delicious view of a black bushy mount, with just a discernable vermillion slit at the bottom of the swarthy belly. He was between those plump thighs quicker than it takes to say so, and throwing his body over her began to kiss her face and neck in the most passionate manner, being too long in the body to do so to her heaving bosom, which he caressed and moulded with one hand. The girl seemed instinctively to open her thighs yet wider, as he put the head of his tremendous cock to the small-looking mark, opening the lips with his fingers till the head got in about an inch. Her hands pressed his buttocks down with all her force, and both seemed to quiver with emotion and spend at this moment, as they then lay motionless for a few seconds, till she gave his bottom a rare slap with one hand, and loudly whispered — "Try again Zach, my love; you did make me feel nice, as you spurted into me then; I shan't be so tight now!

Go on — go on — Oh! Oh! Oh, oh, oh!" as he gave a hard push, sending his rammer in three or four inches, and then, before she could recover from the agonising pain, thrust again and again, clasping her fainting body (as she gave a piercing scream and lost consciousness) with his muscular arms, grinding his teeth in erotic rage, and behaving like an anaconda enfolding its victim, till his p — k was sheathed to the roots of its hair, and dripping with her virgin blood at every withdrawal.

Polly and Capias were deliciously groping each other as they looked through the peep holes, but at this moment a loud burst of tambourines and rough music of all sorts arose from the camp fire, followed by a jolly chorus — "Hurrah, hurrah, for the bloody strife, That ends by making man and wife;

Hurray, hurray, she's a maid no more,

But a f-g wife for evermore!"

This startled Polly and Capias from their total abstraction.

"Ha! Is it like that with you two?" said Mildred, in a whisper. "I thought it would make you feel your feet again!" as she glided off into the gloom, and left them to peep and enjoy themselves all alone.

The noise and Zach's throbbing instrument in her tight sheath had now roused Miriam to life, as well as action, for in response to his movements she heaved up her rump and writhed in a perfect state of erotic frenzy, calling him to f-k her well, to shove all, all- balls and all — into her c-t, even biting his shoulder as she used all the bawdy expressions possible to think of. She was a demon at the game now, once thoroughly aroused, and to judge by her sighs and screams of delight was spending almost every few seconds, till she fairly exhausted her husband, who rolled off her body in spite of all endeavours to keep him on the go, and lay fairly vanquished beneath his rampant bride, who at once in triumph straddled over him, and transfixed his still stiff pego in her insatiable chink, riding him with all her might, till with an oath at her randiness he threw her off, and declined any more of it for a while.

Thus ended the episode of the gypsy camp, and our heroine with her legal friend regained their coach and continued the journey to town, whilst he related to her a tale of the seduction of two sisters, which by the assistance of a reading lamp he read from a piece of paper taken out of his pocket book:

"How very useful and contributary to seduction young milliners may be made, but in that and other instances we do not mean to cast a general censure; we believe that, notwithstanding a sort of lightness and frivolity, which are, perhaps, too often attached to the name of milliners, there are many respectable and amiable females who make that profession the medium of independence; and if their honourable, and right honourable customers, by paying their bills in a reasonable time, or at any time, would permit, the means of fortune also.

"The species of milliners to which we particularly and decidedly allude is that which in general consists of repudiated, cast-off, and kept mistresses, and make little more of the profession than finesse, and a gloss for the trade of seduction.

Often have we noticed the street scenes, the nocturnal orgies of sensuality, the midnight immolations of female virtue, which are made and celebrated behind the shop doors of a millinery deception.

'In a retired part of Devon lived upon a very small fortune, Mr. Firman, a widower, a man of a sedentary disposition, fond of study, and, having experienced much of adversity, rather at discord than union with the world. He had been a Bristol merchant, and was growing rich when it happened that his six ships, together with most of their several living cargoes, were all destroyed within twelve months, and their owner in consequence declared a bankrupt.

"One was burned by a cask of spirits taking fire; another was wrecked; a third foundered; and a fourth fell a sacrifice to no less than three hundred Negroes, who in a frantic effort for freedom set fire to the magazine, and blew themselves and the whole crew up. What became of the other two was never rightly understood. We mention the reason of Mr. Firman's failure merely because he used afterwards to confess his misfortune as just punishment for being concerned in such infamous traffic.

"As companions of his retirement, as consolation to his solitude, Mr. Firman had two daughters, Sophia and Eliza, and a son, Frederick. The former were twins, about fourteen years of age, very beautiful, and otherwise endowed by nature.

The latter, who had been left a small fortune by a maiden aunt, was also a very amiable youth, and intended for the profession of the law. He was about seventeen, and under the classical care of a clergyman at Exeter. Mr. Firman, though doatedly fond of his girls, was determined to send them to some respectable seminary of industry, and seeing a flourishing advertisement in a London newspaper that two young ladies were wanted by a milliner at the west end of the town, immediately wrote to a friend, desiring him to make inquires as to the terms, situation, and character of the advertisement.

The friend, without much attention to duty, made the business as easy as possible. He saw a large house in a grand neighbourhood, and was received by a smart woman, and to his shallow capacity that appeared sufficient.

"Mr. Firman received a satisfactory answer; for his friend, not only to prove his trouble, but his discernment, made the most of the account, and promised great advantages from the connection. The terms being reasonable, and the report being thus satisfactory, Mr. Firman immediately wrote to his friend, desiring him to conclude the business. His hopes were that his daughters would not only be the companions to each other during their apprenticeship, but that they would commence business together; and that as they had some very near relations in the fashionable world, they would make a flourishing fortune in a short time.

"As it would be tedious and melancholy to repeat the preparations, and separation of a fond father and his darling children, we shall pass over that series, and set the sisters down in Jermyn Street, at the house of Mrs. Tiffany, where one hundred and twenty guineas were paid as apprentice fees, and where the friend attended to see the indentures duly executed.

"The correspondence between Mr. Firman and his two daughters was for some time regular and reciprocally affectionate; but by degrees both punctuality and tenderness upon the part of the latter declined; they were so hurried with business, they were indisposed, or they were in the dull season of the year, upon visits to Mrs. Tiffany's friends in the country, in short, filial duty soon fell off entirely, and the poor old man at length wrote until he was tired to no purpose; they never corresponded but when they drew upon him for money to purchase fine clothes, and that they did oftener than his circumstances conveniently admitted of.

"It now became the time when the son was to leave Devonshire in pursuit of his professional studies. He was articled to a very eminent attorney in Gray's Inn, and had letters of recommendation to several persons highly respected in the law.

"Being settled, his first business was a visit to his sisters; the good lady received him with much kindness, but the Miss Firmans being a little way out of town, and not expected for some days, he was invited to call again. He particularly noticed three young ladies in the house, highly dressed out and painted, more like toy-shop dolls than as females connected with the humble and respectable occupation of business.

"Firman, though but nineteen years of age, and only just come from the most retired part of Devonshire, then formed conclusions not very favourable to them; and from the appearance of the place entertained very strong forebodings of his sisters' safety.

"Young Firman took his leave very much dissatisfied, but concealing his suspicions promised to return in a few days, and expressed a hope that by that time his sisters would be arrived from the country.

"Among other letters it happened that young Firman had one recommending him strongly to the son of a west country baronet, who, to qualify him for the bar, or perhaps the bench at Westminster Hall, was studying Paphian theology in Lincoln's Inn. He lost no time in delivering his packet, and as he was a very comely youth, and had a fashionable appearance, though innocent, young Mr. Thornback, the student, thought he would not disgrace him; that his ignorance would afford him subjects of merriment; and, in short, condescended to ask him on the next day, which was Sunday, to accompany him in his curricle to Windsor.

"On the road they became more intimate, and young Thornback opened to him the intention of his journey, which was to see a damned fine girl that he had in keeping in the neighbourhood, who unluckily he had got with child, and expected every moment would lie-in. Young Firman was too much of a greenhorn to relish this sort of visit, and Thornback observing him rather grave tried to cheer him by assuring him that his favourite had a sister, another damned fine girl, with whom he should sleep if he pleased that night, as she was then upon a visit at his lodgings.

"This did not, however, dispel the gloom of young Firman.

A thousand thoughts of home, and of the new scenes into which he was entering made him appear more and more embarrassed; and they stopped at the gate-way of a very handsome house in the outskirts of Windsor, before he could recover himself sufficiently to make any coherent reply.

"They had no sooner alighted than a female servant, with a melancholy way-worn face, informed the Squire that her mistress was brought to bed with a fine boy, but added, with a flood of tears, that its mother was no more! Thornback, though a full-trained town buck of little feeling, was greatly shocked at the information, and a tear was seen to steal down his cheek, and on entering the parlour he threw himself in an ecstasy of grief on the sofa. At that moment the ears of the young Firman were assailed, and his soul rent with loud lamentations proceeding from a female voice to which he had been somewhat accustomed. "Where is he? Where is he?" repeated the now well-known tongue. The door burst open, and the then only surviving daughter of the unhappy Firman, with hands extended, dishevelled hair, and distracted features, threw herself upon the neck of young Thornback.

"Surprise, shame, grief, and distraction, all uniting in the soul of the wretched brother, his emotions became too strong for his nature, and he sunk senseless on the carpet. The maid servants, who were the only persons in possession of themselves, assisted to raise him in a chair, and the noise and confusion occasioned by his situation in a few moments roused the sister — her transition was from grief to agony — from agony to despair — upon beholding in the person of a supposed stranger, whom she had not before noticed, that of a beloved — and as she thought dying — brother!

"From that moment she became insensible to everything around her — she became positively mad — and nothing but cords prevented her from putting an end to her existence.

"A few words regarding Mrs. Tiffany. She had been seduced at an early age by the assistance of a French milliner.

After several changes she was kept by a West India merchant, from whom she obtained sufficient to take the house in Jermyn Street, affected the business of a milliner, that she might the more unsuspectedly carry on that of bawd and seducer.

"The two lovely Firmans were but six months in her house, and not quite sixteen years old when they were prostituted — one to a sharper and gambler for two hundred pounds, and the other for five hundred pounds to an old debilitated viscount."

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