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TABLEAU IV

THE EQUIPMENT.

The three young ladies were now in a frame of mind well suited for the experiment.

Laura stood up, whilst Maud fastened the dildoe carefully on her, fixing the straps firmly round her polished thighs, and making the manly curly hair with which the base of the instrument was adorned, cover the soft down which Laura's pretty cunt was decorated.

Laura then stood erect, with the dildoe standing out in front of her, and as she surveyed its head defiantly erect, she with great propriety misquoted Byron: " And now do I stand erect, and for once assume the Godlike attitude of freedom and of Man"

As Laura stood with the magnificent priapus stiff before her, with her soft skin, tapering thighs, long silky hair, and glorious bubbies, she certainly looked a curious being. Out of harmony with the eye's experience, but not repulsive, quite the contrary, the figure of a centaur-a combination of man and horse is certainly a monster, but at the same time it wins our admiration by its magnificent proportions and the boldness and originality of the conception.

Flora laid back, and although she was somewhat alarmed at the size of the instrument before her, she did not shrink from the experiment, but Laura seemed in no hurry to begin.

She kept waltzing round the room, posing in all sorts of picturesque attitudes a la Menken in Ma- zeppa, and caressing her newly acquired ornament in a most amusing manner.

" Well, my dear girls," said Laura, " this is a most novel sensation, I wonder how on earth the men can manage to keep such a monstrous thing as this so carefully from our eyes. I think if I had such an appendage constantly by me I should not know how to carry it, much less conceal it"

" Oh, but you silly girl," said Flora, " don't you know that when a man's prick is not excited by contact with our sex, or by thoughts of lascivious pleasure, that it is not stiff and big, but comparatively very small indeed; I am sure you must know that when he is so excited the thing cannot be concealed, for we can observe its outline under the trousers. Oh, I shall never forget a joke that happened to me. I took part in some private theatricals with a gentleman, a very fine man, and well armed, I should say with a concern as big or bigger than the one you have on. We played one scene, a love scene, together-the costume was French, and he wore white worsted pants, with a blue military coat, the skirts of which were turned back in lappels, so as to quite expose his thighs and legs in his very tight worsteds. As he made love he got excited, and I could see his machine grow and swell in his tights until it was quite apparent, and its shape could be seen quite plainly, and I was not the only one that saw it, for the ladies in the stalls giggled and blushed, and put their fans in front of their faces, and the gentlemen laughed outright, though nobody of course thought of hinting at what they saw. I know I blushed, and was very glad when the scene was over, though it was by no means displeasing to see the influence I had, and I could not resist a certain loving feeling to handle the sensitive plant that I saw grow "

"Yes," said Maud," I am sure we all have noticed the effect you mention, I supposed it has chanced to all of us sometime or other to sit on a gentleman's lap, and frequently we have felt the thing we sat near grow quite hard and stiff, and I know some silly girls who have made great blunders from that, like the girl who told her lover she should sit much more comfortable on his lap if he would take the flute out of his pocket." The all laughed heartily at this.

"Well, altogether," said Laura, holding out her appendage at full length, " it must be very funny to be a man, and wear such a thing as this. I'll try and describe the sensations as I imagine it."

Flora had a pianoforte in her boudoir, to this Laura walked, and improvised this song, to the air:

I'М AFLOAT!

I'm a man! I'm a man!

And my prick is my pride,

Right slick in the things of the girls it shall glide;

It shall make them feel funny from bosom to knee;

I'm a man! I've a prick, and I'm out for a spree.

Oh give me a girl with a cunt brown or black,

No matter her colour I'm into her crack,

Whether maid, wife, or widow, I care not a fig,

As long as she'll kiss, will fuck, and will frig.

I care not a bit if she's dark or is fair,

If she is not too young, and her cunt boasts some hair;

Then my prick going quick, will be brisk as a flea;

And its head ruby red shall fill her with glee.

There is not a woman who boasts of her cunt,

But will welcome the treasure I wear on my front;

' Tis the emblem of love, the staff of all joy,

The woman's true comfort and favourite toy.

Then open your thighs, and let me glide in,

What gives us such pleasure I'm sure can't be sin;

Or if it is wicked I know I've the pluck,

To risk future pain for the joy of a fuck.

" Come, Laura dear," said Flora, " that is a very pretty song, but I know you don't play your character of a man true to nature, or you'd be more impatient to get into this open crack that's impatient to receive you. Come darling, I pitied your feelings just now, and frigged you to a spend, and that I suppose is the reason you now are not in such a hurry, but pity me please! My cunt is on fire, look at the instructions, and do for mercy's sake begin."

" All right Flora dear," replied Laura, " but don't be impatient, let Maud lubricate your cunt a little more with cold cream, whilst I read you another pretty tale out of this " Lays for Light Hearts," and I then I will read the instructions. Get the machine, ' the darling, in working order, and give you such a jolly canoodleing, or cuddle, or fuck if you like, as it would satisfy you even if you were Messalina herself. Come, Maud, lubricate her fanny whilst I'll read:

THE SUMMER RIDE.

A Story from Piron.

' 'Twas a beautiful day,

And all Paris was gay,

'Twas the morn of a grand parade;

All the ladies were there,

With their faces so fair,

And their toilets so dainty displayed.

Now a sweet little blonde,

Of music so fond,

Had leave too see some of the fun;

But home she must haste,

Not a minute must waste,

As soon as the show it was done.

To the coach quick she hies,

But to her surprise,

Not a seat to be had can she see;

When a swell young and gay,

Says, " pray don't run away,

You may ride if you'll sit on my knee."

What else could she do,

Each lost minute she'd rue,

So she daintily sat in his lap;

Whilst the coach journey'd on,

Dropped the folks one by one,

Till was left but this girl and this chap.

Then she said, " Now Monsieur,

There is room enough here,

For me to sit off of your knee."

From his knee did she slide,

And sat down by his side,

But oh, what a sight did he see!

On his holiday trousers,

As white as the snow, Sirs,

He saw a red patch where she'd sat;

He could not help saying,

"That's a nice trick to be playing.

What the deuce do you mean Miss, by that? "

Rosy red grew her face, '

Twas an awful disgrace,

But she framed an excuse quick and witty;

" In a phial in my pocket,

The coach gave such a shock, it got broke-'twas red ink, what a pity."

Then she spoke her regret,

But their eyes never met,

Till of looking straight down she got sick, Sir;

When lifting her eyes, She saw to her surprise,

He held in her view his stiff prick,

Sir. Oh, Sir, do you dare To insult me, but there

Comes my brother, he's sure you to throttle.

Madam! why make this cry,

Dare insult you, not I,

This is merely a cork for your bottle.

" Oh my," said Maud, " I do think it is indelicate to write a poem upon that subject, but I remember one night at the theatre, when they played Mazeppa, a lady acted the hero, and after she had gone through her various poses, when she was carried on a kind of couch in a procession. She came on unwell, and having scanty clothing it was apparent to all the house, until the actor who played the Khan of Tartary, threw his cloak over her."

Whilst Laura was reading, and Maud was talking, Flora had been lolling back, and Maud had been lubricating her quim with cold cream, tittillating her clitoris, and awakening in her feelings of such a passionate character that she could no longer stand any delay.

Looking up, she said: " Your conversation is very interesting, but Laura, are you going to fuck me or not."

"Well, yes dear, I will now; let me take off the thing and prepare it for the operation."

Laura took the dildoe in her hand, and following the directions given with it, she and Maud proceeded to fill the ball or scrotum with a warm mixture of cream and gelatine, which Flora had taken care should be ready. Then it was firmly tied on Laura again, the upper strings were tied round her waist, the under strings round her splendidly moulded thighs, the ball of the dildoe came conveniently under her notch; the stomacher fitted close against her mons veneris, the manly curls that adorned it mingled with her golden fringe, and then standing up fully equipped, " And eager for the fray," whilst Flora laid back with gaping cunt, both were ready for.