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The Boudoir No. 4

THE THREE CHUMS: A TALE OF LONDON EVERYDAY LIFE

(Continued from page 94)

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.

CHAPTER VII

A Night in St. John's Wood It would be too tedious to relate all the luscious little incidents that occurred to Charlie with Fanny or Mrs. Letsam, or even to describe more of his frequent visits with his cousins to the three pretty milliners of Store Street.

Things went quietly for a time, as the three chums were agreed to save their coin for one grand spree, when pere Mortimer would be out of town, and never know if they stayed out all night. This was to be a grand winding-up orgie, preparatory to serious study, when their term began, as all three really wished to prepare themselves to get on in after life in some good profession.

When the day arrived Charlie was to meet his cousins or rather call for them in Bloomsbury Square, about 10 p.m.

"There's some mischief on to-night, I guess," said Fanny, who had helped him to put on his overcoat. "Mind where you go to, Charlie, dear; those cousins will take you to see girls, and God only knows what you may catch!" as she threw her arms round his neck, and almost sobbed with vexation.

"Why can't you come back and have poor little pussey, you pretend to be so fond of, instead of sleeping out as you say you are going to do?"

But he released himself as kindly as possible from the loving embrace, for fear his rising p — k should lead him to give way to her endearments, and spoil him for the spree on hand.

"You'll get tipsy, and perhaps be locked up," she said with a pout, as he skipped downstairs.

He found Harry and Frank quite ready to start, and all three walked off in the highest possible animal spirits. They walked along Oxford Street and down Regent Street, so as to get into Coventry Street just as the theatres and music halls had dispersed their audiences to swell the usually crowded thoroughfare. A bevy of students were creating a disturbance, and hustling everyone off the pavement, bonneting the policeman, and behaving very roughly, even to delicate girls who might get in their way.

"Oh, do protect me, and see me safe through the crowd!" said a sweet, pretty well but modestly dressed girl about seventeen; those students always frighten me so!"

"There's three of us, and well see you safe. Where do you want to go?"

"My brougham is waiting by Swan and Edgar's, in Regent Street; if you will see me so far, I shall be so obliged."

"And no further?" enquired Charlie.

"Well I didn't like to be so forward; besides, you would not like to leave your friends," she said, quietly.

"Take us, too," said Harry; "have you no lady friends you could ask to join the party; you must know a couple of pretty girls, for we want to make a night of it."

"Quick, then; or we may lose them. If not engaged I promised to call before twelve at Blanchard's for two young friends and drive them home; you will be delighted if we find them; and I am pleased enough with my partner," she said, pressing Charlie's arm, and looking archly in his face, with an expression which spoke a whole volume of voluptuousness.

The brougham was quickly found and ordered to pick them up at Blanchard's. As they walked the short distance to the corner of New Burlington Street, Charlie inquired of his charming companion, if she was prepared with supper at home, and finding her resources at that late hour not quite adequate to a party of six, they secured a large game pie, bottle of champagne, brandy, amp;c, at the restaurant, as soon as they had made sure the young ladies were there; then calling for two bottles of fizz, they wetted the acquaintance before starting off in the brougham for Circus Road, St. John's Wood.

Three more exquisitely charming girls could not have fallen to their lot than Clara Seymour, and her companions, Alice Morris and Lena Horwright, the latter an expecially voluptuous creature, as will be seen in the sequel.

At length it was closing time for the restaurant, and they embarked on the voyage to the north-west, it being as much as they could all do to squeeze into a brougham only intended for four.

Jehu was in a hurry to get home, so that the clock striking one saw them at their destination, but short as the journey had been the girls managed to rack off a spend from their gentlemen, who enjoyed a delicious grope in the dark, as they jolted along.

Miss Seymour lived by herself in a neat little cottage residence, which had a coach-house and stable attached, Lord Cursitor, her chief patron, allowing her?150 a year to keep a man, horse, and carriage. A rather demure-looking middleaged servant ushered the party into the house, and showed them into a good-sized elegantly furnished front parlour, which opened by folding doors into Clara's own bedroom, to which the ladies at once retired, leaving the three young gentlemen to themselves for a minute or two.

They were evidently high-spirited girls, to guess from the laughing and joking which seemed going on between them in the bed-room, and presently a succession of gurgling rills could be distinctly heard when they used the pot-de‹hambre to relieve their slightly distended bladders.

Charlie rapped at the folding doors, saying, "I wish you ladies would lend us your spare chamber, we're simply bursting for relief."

"Are you, my dears?" said Lena, opening the door, pot in hand, "it's something thicker than water you want to get rid of I expect, and I'll wager a sovereign, not one of you can make water if I hold the chamber. Now, try! Come Clara and Alice to see fair!"

Charlie tried first, but the thoughts of Clara, and Lena's wicked looks produced such an erection, that he rushed from the pot, and placed his p — k in Clara's hand, asking her to ease him at once. Nothing loth she drew him to the side of her bed, and raising her clothes exposed the lovely cleft to his amorous gaze.

"My fanny always expects a little kiss first," she whispered to him, as her face slightly flushed, which added very considerably to her beauty.

Charlie was on his knees in a moment, paying his devotions to that divinely delicate-looking, pink slit, just shaded as it was by reddish golden hair, as soft as the finest silk. His tongue divided its juicy lips, searching out her pretty clitoris, which at once stiffened under the lascivious osculation. It was more like a rabbit's p-k than anything, and his fingers could just uncover its rosy head as he gently frigged it, sucking at the same time.

A perfect shudder of emotion thrilled through her body.

"Oh, oh! F — k me, quick; your kisses have set me on fire!"

Suiting the action to the words, she threw herself backwards across the bed, and Charlie rose to the charge in a moment, throwing himself over her, gluing his lips to hers, as his distended weapon forced its way between the moist but yielding lips of her tight little quim.

A quiver of delight thrilled through her frame as he gained complete insertion, her lovely legs encased in delicate knickerbocker drawers, fringed with lace, and set off by rose133 coloured silk stockings and high-heeled Parisian boots were thrown amorously over his fine manly buttocks, whilst his hands were clasped round her lovely rump as it rose in agitated heaves in response to his vigorous thrusts.

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CHOICE LETTER FROM THE GREEK OF ARISTENETUS

Terpsion to Polycles To convince you how insensibly love gets admission into the most innocent hearts, be pleased to read over the following story: A young country girl fell desperately in love with her mistress's gallant, and took fire herself, while she contributed to extinguish that of others. Being obliged to keep watch upon the stairs, lest the lovers should be surprised, she could not but often hear their murmuring and fighting. She saw them too, folded in one another's embraces, performing the ceremony of love; and thus through the eyes and ears of this tender girl, the god of love, with his torch and arrows, plunged himself over head and ears in her panting breast.

She bewailed the unhappiness of her condition, and accused her destiny for giving her a mind susceptible of the most tender impressions, yet denying her the means of satisfying them, "Why should not I," said she, "participate in pleasure with my mistress, since I have a soul as sensible as hers?

Why should love, that tramples over all the distinctions of rank and quality, show himself faint-hearted only in my quarrel?" But she did not long afflict herself with these unprofitable complaints. Venus would not suffer her to lose the time in lazy wishes; for being sent one afternoon to invite the gallant to her mistress's lodgings, without any preamble or preface, she accosted him in this manner:

"Sir," said she, "I believe you to be a gentleman, and willing to ease the longings of a young virgin. If my face will go down with you, that, and the rest of my body, are at your service. You know well enough what it is to love, and therefore will have a compassion, I hope, on one that languishes under that distemper."

The gentleman, without further ado, took her at her word, and was so courteous as to play the priest, since she was so willing to be the sacrifice. He soon eased her of that burden she complained of, and owned that he never received more pleasure in his life.

The kisses of married women are generally insipid; the kisses of mercenary harlots are fallacious and deceitful; but those of an innocent, uninstructed virgin are sincere, and consequently the most delicious.

Our lovers had* like to have fainted away under the violence of their agitation; their souls kept hovering about their mouths, but their uninterrupted kisses denied them a passage. While the golden minutes passed away in these transports, the mistress, who was seized with a fit of jealousy to see them stay so long, stole softly into the room, and surprised them in very criminal circumstances. The unhappy maid found the first effects of her indignation, whom she thumped and beat, and dragged by the hair. But the poor wench entreated her to consider, that though her ill stars had sent her a slave into the world, which was none of her fault, she had as strong inclinations as the best of her sex; that love was an imperious deity; and when he had once got entrance into a heart, would not throw up his possession, as she herself could not but know by experience.

"Wherefore, Madame," says she, "in consideration of love, who is our common master, and whose yoke both of us carry, be pleased to forgive this indiscretion in me; which, after the worst gloss you can put upon it, was only the effect of a foolish curiosity, from which the best of women are not exempt."

These complaints, so innocently delivered, soon appeased her mistress's fury, who taking her gallant by the hand, thus rallied him:

"I find," cries she, "you are of the humour of some people, who had rather gather sour grapes, than stay till they are ripe.

What could make you so foolishly trifle your time with a silly raw baggage, that is so far from knowing how to perform her part in the chorus of love, that she does not yet understand how to level her kisses aright. A virgin is dull and heavy, and unacquainted with the true management of a passion; whereas such a woman as I am, that has tried many a fall with many a man in her time, needs not the instruction of anyone, but gives the utmost satisfaction. In short, a woman gives, but a virgin only receives kisses, which makes a sensible difference between them; and this," continued she to her spark, "you know well enough, but if you want to have your memory refreshed, come to me to-night, and I will make you own that I am in the right."

What happened upon this, I cannot tell, neither am I desirous to know, because all men affect to govern themselves by their own peculiar palates, but especially in the business of love.

ECCENTRICITIES

At a late assize for the city of Exeter, a country girl appeared as the prosecutrix of a young man for a rape. She described all the preliminaries of her "fall" with so much coolness and precision, that the lad's counsel asked her if she made any resistance? "O yes, my 'lord,' that I did, your honour — I 'cried out' lustily!" "Aye, aye, that she did," bawled out a bumpkin present; "but it was — nine months afterwards."

Mrs. W — , of the Theatre Royal, exhibiting at a certain bagnio a pair of legs which were very handsome, and much alike, her gallant, almost at a loss what soft nothings to say, declared they resembled each other so much that they must certainly be 'twins'! "O, my dear sir," said she, "that cannot be; for I have had a great many between them!"

Among a number of prohibitions for the Sabbath the following seems truly ludicrous, and may not be generally known: A new married man may bed with his wife, though she be still a virgin, yet he must not enjoy the rights of love, though she is his lawful wife, because the rabbins have forbid 'tearing' on the Sabbath.

A Jew husband may be divorced from his wife for the three following reasons: 1 — If she has got a stinking breath, and concealed it from him before she was married. 2 — If they have been married ten years, and she never proved with child. 3 — If he can prove her guilty of adultery.

It is believed that the reason why a divorce can be obtained on account of barrenness in a woman is, that the intent of marriage is not fulfilled, it being to increase and multiply.

The rabbins will not allow it lawful for man and wife to act together by day light, or candle light, but order that it must be done in darkness, with the curtains drawn. They add, that any man making water with his nakedness towards the bed, will be reduced to poverty.

THE LOVERS DESIRE

You hate me, dear girl; say no more you love, If I must only know what is above;

To kiss your lips and hands, these are but toys, They're torments unto lovers, and not joys.

I hate the wanton folly of a kiss,

If not a passage to a further bliss.

Men seek treasures in women, and if so,

You must give leave to let them dig below The barren face of earth; since Nature's art, Hath hid such pleasures in her secret part.

Why then so coy? Perhaps you would be wed, Before you'd lose your precious maidenhead;

Then I may claim it as my right and due, The law then gives it me! It is not you;