The Three Chums: A Tale Of london Everyday Life

CHAPTER VI

Tuesday at the appointed time Charlie went alone to meet the two little sirens of Hyde Park, and found Betsy and Sarah true to their appointment.

After sitting down on a quiet seat for a few minutes, where they enjoyed some kissing and groping, the two girls suggested a remove across into the other park, and the trio were soon seated on a bench by the walk close to the railings which divided the park from Constitution Hill.

"Now, " said Betsy, "I want a proper one, my dear. Sarah will look out, so no one can surprise us, and if anyone sees us through the railings it doesn't matter."

This was a matter sooner said than achieved, for Charlie found the amorous Betsy so difficult to enter on account of the narrowness of the passage, that she had to bite her lips in suppressed agony from the pain of his attempt. But courage effects everything, she was so determined to have ity that at last he found himself most deliciously fixed in the tightest sheath he had ever before entered, it was simply most voluptuous, the pressures of the girl's sheath on his delighted instrument made him come in a moment or two, then the lubricant being applied things went easier, and a most luscious combat ensued. Betsy was perfectly beside herself with erotic passion, whilst the elder Sarah, instead of standing on guard as she ought to have done, handled his shaft and appendages in her soft hand till the excitement was more than he could bear, making him actually scream with pleasure at the moment of emitting. They repeated the game without interruption, and Sarah would have him place the head of Mr. Peaslin just between the lips of her pussey, but would not allow more at present. After spending an hour or two in this delicious al fresco amusement, they took him round the park to see the unblushing games that were going on. Soldiers rogering servant girls, old fellows fumbling little girls, and no end of the most unblushing indecency on every side; the fact being that if people, or rather couples, only get into the Green Park before the gates closed at ten p.m. they might stop there all night, or could at any time go out by the turnstile at the end of Constitution Hill into Grosvenor Place.

The one or two bobbies who patrolled the park seemed to take no notice, or were easily squared by the girls who used the place for business, in fact Charlie saw one stalwart guardian of the peace doing a glorious grind on the grass till a Lifeguardsman came up, and slapping his naked rump as hard as he could told him he ought to set a better example, which caused great fun to several who were looking on, especially when the soldier challenged the policeman for half-a-crown to exhibit his p – k against his for that amount, the girl he was poking to be the judge.

At this moment a regular old swell came upon the scene, and offered half a sov, as a prize in addition to the wager.

"I won't show for less than a quid," said the policeman, going on leisurely with his grinding, as he had evidently passed the crisis at the moment his arse was slapped by the soldier.

"Lend me your bull's-eye then, and I will give the quid just for a spree; but I'm damned if I don't have a good sight. I'd give?500 for a genuine cock-stand for once, its so long since I had one. A fine p – k just drawn from a swimming c – t is the most glorious sight in the world."

The bobby handed up his lantern to the old swell, who at once turned its glare full on the policeman's arse, standing rather behind as he did so, and even stooping a little, to throw it well underneath, and enjoy the luscious sight, as they still went on with their f-g.

"Here, my boy, lend me your cane, and I'll make him feel nice," said the old swell, tipping the guardsman a bit of gold.

"Right, your honour!" replied the soldier, taking out a penknife and splitting the end of the cane up so as to divide it into a lot of thin ends.

Quite seven or eight persons were now round the f-~g pair, as the gent commenced to lay on the bobby's brawny rump.

We could hear the stinging cuts and see big weals rise at each impact, which made the plucky fellow bound, and almost groan in pain, but in two or three minutes, it might have been less, he grew intensely excited, ramming into his girl (who evidently enjoyed it) with long, lunging strokes, as she clasped him convulsively, returning a heave of her buttocks for every home thrust.

The red weals looked as fiery as possible, for a network of lines all over the blushing surface, and little drops of blood were just beginning to ooze from the abraded skin, when they both seemed to again come together in a perfect frenzy of excitement.

"Now, bobby, show up, before you lose that fine stiffness, see, the guardsman has got himself ready!" exclaimed the old swell, suddenly turning the bull's-eye on the soldier, who had been masturbating himself as he enjoyed the sight, but he was nowhere in the show by the side of the tremendous truncheon which the policeman exposed as he withdrew it with a plop, all glistening with luscious moisture from the girl's yet clinging and longing crack.

The bobby had his quid, and the old fellow walked off, as we supposed, to grope the soldier, who went with him.

Betsy and Sarah drew our hero to a quiet seat, where all three spent quite another hour in f-g, groping, and kissing, till at last Charlie was milked as dry as a stick, and reluctantly bade them good night, with promises of another rendezvous in a day or two.