Chapter 14
Dick's Letters
It will no doubt gratify my readers to hear something of my old friend Dick. During this period I received several letters from him acquainting me with the progress he made in his studies, and describing various love adventures, which he narrated in glowing terms and with detailed particulars.
I will therefore interrupt the course of my story by giving an account of him in the form of a continuous narrative.
After arranging his college matters, he went about looking for suitable lodgings. The one he selected was kept by a widow, named Mrs. Bond; and what chiefly influenced him in making the selection was, as he told me, that the hall door was opened by a pretty, clean-looking girl called Polly, witn a bright, smiling face and about seventeen years of age. So, finding the situation good, the rooms comfortable, the rent moderate, the landlady agreeable, and above all that Polly was to wait upon him, he at once agree to the terms and had his things brought from the hotel.
He soon learned also that Mrs. Bond had two daughters; the elder Mary, was a quiet, lady-like girl who played and sang well and was nineteen years of age; the younger, Janifa, was generally known as Jan, was a lassie of thirteen, still attending school but when at home full of fun and up to every kind of lark.
Dick, being large-hearted and ambitious of making wide conquests, determined on going in for the whole three, and even the mother herself, who was of the fat, fair and forty kind.
He therefore laid himself out to please them all by every means in his power. In doing so he tried to adapt himself to the tastes and ideas of each; to the widow he was affable and good, and all that was proper and becoming; he sang and played with Mary, listened to her music and praised her performance, he romped with Jan, and filled her pockets with goodies and sweets; while on Polly he lavished his warmest looks and most insinuating speeches, backed up with a crafty present now and then.
But for some time Polly resisted all his overtures and kept him at arm's length. He now bethought himself of his medical resources. He knew that there were certain drugs which exercised powerful action on the genital organs, and having ascertained the names and qualities of the drugs he obtained some of them.
Thus armed, he commenced a series of cunning assaults on the unsuspecting Polly. Now Polly herself, held herself open to these attempts; for she had the common but evil habit of sipping and tasting the wine and sweets that Dick kept in his cupboard. He found this out and utilised it for his purpose by dosing the white wine bottle and jam: but for some time there was no apparent effect, for though the wine and jam had certainly suffered in his absence she still resisted his advances and seemed proof against all his allurements.
He persevered, however, and one evening when Mrs.
Bond and her daughters were out having tea with a neighbour he determined on making a more decided attempt.
He usually took a tumbler of rum-toddy after his late dinner, and when Polly brought in the hot water he mixed a glass for her when he pressed her to accept. I need not say it was both strong and well-dosed. Polly had that day been more jovially inclined than usual, and Dick had made her a nice present, so she did not like to refuse. She took the glass and began to sip it, still standing, however, at a respectful distance.
After a little chafing about her sweethearts and her own good looks, Dick prevailed on her to sit by him on the sofa. The toddy now began to tell: her eyes brightened, and her bosom rose and fell as if some tumultuous emotion was stirring her. Dick perceived this, and put his arm around her waist and kissed her cheek. Then he kissed her lips. She feebly struggled to free herself from his encircling grasp, but her senses became inflamed as his toyings became bolder.
First the treasures of her virgin bosom were explored and brought to light, and as he waxed warmer she grew more languid and yielding. She vainly strove to stay the rapid progress of his roving hand, as he lifted her frock and exposed to view her beautifully rounded and fleshy thighs, and the rich tuft of auburn hair which nestled in her voluptuous angle of their naked junction.
With muttered entreaties she begged him not to take advantage of her weakness. But the feeble lamb might as well ask pity from its devourer-not that Dick felt at all he was like a devourer; he was conscious only of being impetuously driven on by his passion.
He pushed her back, and gently but firmly separated her thighs. Then he had his first view of her charming crack. The pouting lips seemed throbbing with desire. As he petted the soft, moist folds with his fingers they felt hotter than those of any cunt he had ever touched. He pressed his middle finger up the tight passage and felt a living suction inside, as if some vital force was acting on the intruding digit.
She gasped, while warm tears trickled down her blushing cheeks. He kissed them off, and while doing so released his fiery charger and placed its ruddy crest within the projecting ridges of her cunt-now burning for enjoyment of the unknown but much desired pleasures.
He plunged in, not without difficulty to himself and pain to her; but she was so terribly excited and eager for the coming joy that she heaved madly against him, and between the two opposing forces his stiff prick rushed at one bound into the soft warm bed so ready for its reception.
A shiver of delight passed through her frame. Her over-strained muscles relaxed their tension, and all the feeling of her body seemed centered in her region of love as she breathed, "Oh, Mr. Dick ,it is too much! You can have your will of me! You do love me, don't you, dear? Oh, yes, it is delicious! Oh! Oh!"
Dick quickly spent, and after reposing for a few minutes in her now loving arms he recommenced his cunt-stirring, soul-thrilling movements; and so, in the midst of warm kisses and gentle love-murmurs, he finished his second course.
From that evening Polly was all his own, and at night when everyone had retired and all the house was still she used to creep into his room and pass the happy hours in his fond embrace.
Under Dick's tuition she rapidly acquired a practical acquaintance with the various ways of fucking, and all the favourite modes of producing sexual excitement. She seemed to take special delight in using lascivious terms and expressions. To please him she held open her cunt for his inspection; then, squatting down she willingly piddled before him and said, "Now you must piddle. I'll hold the chamber-pot and let you piss through my fingers." Then she sucked his prick, and in short made use of every device to inflame his passion and gratify his lust.
Dick soon had to discontinue his stimulation with the drugs, for he felt that otherwise he would be consumed in the volcano he himself had ignited.
Moreover, Dick loved variety and desired fresh conquests. He therefore put forth all his powers of persuasion to induce Polly to aid him in his efforts to gain the favours of the two sisters. Polly was not naturally of a jealous disposition, and being now exceedingly fond of the sport herself she readily agreed to help him.
Fortune, too, favoured him in a most unexpected manner. Jan hurt her leg climbing a tree, and a tumour formed on the inside of her thigh. Mrs. Bond consulted Dick, and allowed him to examine Jan in her presence. He lanced the tumour and ordered a poultice, and said she would require both rest and care.
"The tumour was very near her little cunny, and although her mother tried to keep it covered Dick managed to get good peep at the smooth little slit, while he pretended not to see it at all.
The tumour was very near her little cunny and al-tumour re-opened; so each morning Dick, with the mother's help, performed the operation. After a few times the mother, observing how delicately he discharged his duty, uncovered her with scruple before him, and Jan herself opened her legs to give more room to examine her. But one morning Mrs. Bond had to go out, and she sent Polly to tell Dick to visit her daughter as usual.
Jan always enjoyed his visits, and liked to feel his hand moving about her-he was so skilful and tender in his touches on the pouting lips of her modest little cunt.
So, on this occasion her face lighted up with pleasure when she saw him enter her room. She lay back and held up her clothes while he examined her; and when he asked her to open her legs more she spread them as widely as she could.
Dick now feasted his eyes on her budding charms as he gave directions to Polly about preparing the poultice. He gently passed his hand over the smooth fat lips, and with the tips of his fingers he rubbed lightly up and down the warm cleft. She felt the thrilling effect of his touches, and with a flushed face she said. "That's very nice, Mr. Dick, it takes away all the pain."
"Yes. dear, that is what I am trying to do. The nerves here are very sensitive, and this friction will stop the pain."
"When Polly came with the poultice she was not a little surprised to see Jan lying back with her thighs wide apart, her eyes closed and her face flushed with pleasure, and Dick leaning over her with one hand under her bottom and the other busily engaged in frigging the rosy slit of her cunt.
"See. Polly. I have almost cured Miss Jan by rubbing this sweet little mouth; she quite enjoys my feeling her there, don't you, Jan?" Then he went on: "It is such a pretty little mouth, too. I would love to kiss it-may I Jan?"
"Oh, no, Mr. Dick, you surely wouldn't kiss me there-nobody would do that!"
"Yes, there is somebody who would," and raising her plump little bottom with his hands he pressed his mouth between the pouting lips and took a long, sucking kiss. Jan's face glowed with pleasure and excitement, and turning to Polly she asked: "Did you ever hear of such a thing?"
"Yes, indeed. Miss Jan, I have heard it said that when men are very fond of us they like to kiss us there."
Meanwhile Dick sucked her little clitoris and frigged it with his tongue, and he soon felt the thrill of pleasure agitate her frame. She breathed fast and hard, and then lay back with her eyes closed. When she recovered, he kissed her mouth and said, "You are a sweet little pet, Jan, and as I have relieved the pain I will put on the poultice and leave you to rest."
She smiled and replied, "Thanks, Mr. Dick, you are very kind."
Dick then motioned Polly to accompany him, and when they were out of hearing she laughed and said, "You are a terrible man, Mr. Dick, you seem to get your own way with us all."
"Well, I have made a fair beginning," he said, "and I must leave the rest in your hands. She will be sure to question you, and you know how to lead her on. Return to her now, and tell me later on all that happens."
When Polly and Dick were next alone she told him that when she went back, Jan at once began: " 'Polly, isn't Dicksie (a pet name they had for him) a funny man? I can't think what made him kiss me between my legs, but it felt very nice. I don't think I could refuse him if he asked me again."
"'Of course you wouldn't. He is very fond of you, and that's why he kissed you there."
"'But, Polly, it made me feel so hot. and the heat is still there!'
"'Let me see," said Polly; and as Jan lifted her nightie she leaned back and opened her thighs. Polly gently and tendery frigged her little slit, and went on: 'This is the part of a woman that men are aways thinking about and longing to see and feel-and to do something else to, too."
"'Why, what else could they do?'
"'Do you know what they have there themselves?"
"'No, Polly, how could I?'
"'Ah, you do; every girl knows. You surely have seen little boys' cocks?'
"'Oh, yes, is that what you mean? I thought you meant something big!'
"'And so I do; when little boys grow, their cocks get bigger, too."
"'But what have the big cocks got to do with us? That's what I want to know."
"'Just this, they are made to go into us here, and that's why this little cunt is so like a mouth; and when you are older hair will grow there."
"'How funny. I never thought of that. You are older than I am-have you got some hair there? Show it to me, Polly, there's a good girl.' Polly allowed her to lift her dress as she stood by her side; then Jan put one hand behind her bottom and drew her nearer while she pushed the other between her legs.
" 'Oh!' she exclaimed, 'and so you have. How bushy and soft! and such thick lips-and so hot inside and so large! Oh-two of my fingers are going in easily! Tell me, Polly, have you ever had a cock in your cunt?"
"'Ah, Miss Jan, that's not fair; what would you think of me if I told you?'
"I would think you the kindest and nicest girl in the world. Tell me, Polly, you can trust me."
"Well, Miss, I may as well confess that I have enjoyed that pleasure-and you won't find many girls of my age that haven't. Whether they have or not, and whatever they say. they all wish for it: even you. Miss Jan. young as you are, seem quite ready-see how I push my finger into this soft opening, and yet it does not appear to hurt you."
"Tt does hurt a little, Polly, but I still like it. You may go on; would a big cock feel nicer than that?'
"'Twenty times nicer, dear: it is so smooth and has has such a pretty, round top! It would slip in and out so deliciously that it would make you tremble with delight! If it was here in place of my finger, how pleased you would be!'
"I think I would, Polly. Has Dicksie one of those nice big cocks?' he asked, with a knowing look.
Polly blushed and turned away her face.
"Ah, Miss Jan, how curious you are! Of course he has: but he does not call it by that name."
"'What does he call it? I do love you. Polly, for telling me these things-and I want to know everything. What does he call it, Polly?'
"'He calls it his prick I am sure he would like to show it to you-and let you feel it too, if you ask him."
""Prick! Prick!' I remember seeing that word chalked on a gate, but I didn't know what it meant; and there was the other word just below it-Cunt!'
"Yes, they always go together. But now I must go. I have told you enough for this time!"
Dick praised Polly's tact and cleverness, and having satisfied her with an extra-loving embrace, he said, 'Now, Polly, all we need is an opportunity to complete the work you have helped begin."
That opportunity soon occurred. Mrs. Bond was again invited out to tea, and as Jan was unable to accompany her mother and sister she obtained permission to ask Dick to come and sit with her in the evening. Dick readily accepted the invitation, and made himself as agreeable as he could.
When Polly had removed the tea things, Jan asked her to remain and keep them company. Jan and Dick reclined together on the sofa, while Polly sat on a stool in front of them. Dick remarked that Jan must now be quite well, as he had not had to lance her for several days-"but let me see once again to make quite sure," and he raised her dress to look.
"I am ashamed, Mr. Dick, at letting you see me so often uncovered."
"You need not be at all ashamed, for you are beautifully made-and this is the sweetest little mouth I ever saw or kissed," and slipping off the sofa he pushed in between her legs and frigged her with his tongue. Her excitement was evident for she opened wide her thighs and pushed forward her cunt. Dick felt that she was now ready for the climax itself. So he looked up and asked if she liked the feel of his tongue in her love-nest.
Jan blushed, and murmured that nothing could be nicer.
"Oh, yes, there is something that would be nicer-is there not, Polly?" said Dick, winking at her.
"Indeed there is, Miss Jan. Let me show it to you," and opening his trousers down the front she drew out his fine standing prick.
"Look at it, dear, and put your hand on it-feel how firm and stiff it is!"
Jan smiled and looked at it with admiring eyes. She let Polly close her fingers round it, and under her direction she frigged it up and down.
"Now, dear," said Polly, "lean back and push your bottom to the edge, and Dick will rubs its head between the lips of your cunt: then you will know what pleasure means. There! Isn't that nice?" and holding the prick in her hand she rubbed its head up and down in moist furrow. "Now let him push it in-then it will feel still better."
"Oh. Polly, it is hurting me! Take it out! Oh! Take it out!"
"No. it won't. You must bear it until it goes in, then it won't hurt you any more. Push, dear. There, it's in! Now fuck away," said Polly. Then she rubbed her bare cunt on Dick's bottom and joined in with every thrust he made. She grew more and more excited, and pressed frantically against him as she fell him giving his last quick jerks....
How Dick proceeded with the others must be left for the following part. Suffice it now to say that these letters were all read to the old governor and were a source of great delight to him. He sent many kind messages to Dick, and made him a special promise that if he came to Trinidad after he had completed his college course, he would obtain for him a Government appointment.