Part 9 (2/2)
Besides their young friend they had invited the rector of the parish, Dr. Stroker, and his two nieces, Blanche and Ada Manners, very pretty brunettes of sixteen and fifteen.
The day pa.s.sed delightfully on the grounds where they played croquet, or retired to the summer house for refreshment.
During the course of the afternoon Mamma and the parson took a walk by themselves. Mrs. Etheridge, with a.s.sumed unconsciousness, pointing out the beauties of the flowers, or calling his attention to the occasional glimpses of the sea, which they obtained through openings of the landscape, till they neared a rustic seat, where she declared she was so very fatigued she must rest awhile if the Doctor did not object.
Seating herself with a slight sigh of relief, she remarked, ”How tiring the game of croquet always seemed,” adding, ”do you not think it is quite absurd for us old people to join with the young ones in such games?”
”My dear Madame,” replied the Doctor, ”we are always children as long as we live. We enjoy the games of youth with zest, even if we have not the same powers, and it is the same with love, which so enthralls us that I verily believe the older we get the more enthusiastic we become in its pursuit. Now confess, my dear Mrs. Etheridge, is it not so with you?”
”Fie, Doctor, pray don't take advantage of our secluded position to press that hopeless, wicked suit of yours. Besides, sir,” she added with a laugh, ”this is, you know, Sat.u.r.day afternoon, and such thoughts can only be prompted by the devil to drive out of your mind all your ideas for to-morrow's sermon.”
The parson now ventured to put his arm round that voluptuous waist, as he drew closer still to his lovely companion, saying, ”No fear of that, my dear Madame. Can you guess what my text is to be to-morrow?”
”How could I, you silly man?” said Mrs. Etheridge with a very encouraging smile. ”Is it anything out of the common?”
”Well, hem--I think it so, Madame, and one that will bring your sins of omission to your conscience,” answered he.
”Don't keep me in suspense, but tell me at once, you foolish fellow, you know I can't guess.”
”Can't guess--can't guess even! How you do dissimulate, Mrs. Etheridge, when I know you're always thinking of it, my dear lady. Well then, it's--it's p.r.i.c.k--no, I mean the first commandment--you know what that is surely, look at this fine specimen of the Creator's work, and say if you can despise his command, 'to be fruitful and multiply, and replenish the earth,'” he said, placing in her hand his great big standing priapus which he had let out of his trousers.
The touch was electric, a s.h.i.+ver of desire ran through her whole frame, as her fingers seemed to grasp the lovely jewel without knowing what she was about; her eyes closed and she sank back apparently shocked and helpless on the seat.
”Dear lady,” the Doctor went on, ”the Devil can never prevent me preaching from that text. I could speak extempore upon it for hours, it was the very first command both to Adam and also to Noah when he came out of the ark. Dear Mrs. Etheridge, let me touch that divine c.u.n.t of yours. I can't make out what your husband has been about since the charming Ethel was born that you have had no more children, you surely have not obeyed that commandment!”
His hands were already under her dress, feeling those splendid thighs, and gradually working their way up to the seat of bliss.
Mrs. Etheridge's whole form heaved with emotion, he could feel her quiver under his touches, and mistook it for the modesty of her nature rebelling at the libidinous thoughts which his rude proceeding aroused within her, whereas, in reality, it arose from the unbounded lubricity of her nature, now fired by the intensity of her desires.
The Reverend Dr. Stroker was no timid gallant, he proceeded with rapidity from one liberty to another, throwing the lady into still greater confusion. Pressing his lips to hers, he seemed ready to devour her with his fiery kisses, while Mrs. Etheridge also was utterly bereft of power to resist his advances, so pulling up her clothes he forced his legs between her yielding thighs, and soon brought the nose of Mr.
Peaslin to the mark. As it just touched the lips of that seraphic c.u.n.t the effect was irresistible on the slightly struggling lady, who suddenly opened her legs as widely as possible to meet his charge, and throwing her arms around his neck, returned his kisses with equal ardour as she sighed, ”Oh, I am undone, give it me now, dear Doctor, but oh! oh!! oh!!! how shall we take the Holy Communion to-morrow?” as he thrust so vigorously that she was almost beside herself with delight.
”This is the real communion, to-morrow's ceremony is only a farce. Do you think that anyone is ever really fit according to the rubric? Away with such silly nonsense, there is nothing in heaven or earth to compare with the delights of coition!” And his movements went on, each stroke of that fine c.o.c.k filling her v.a.g.i.n.a to repletion, and arousing every muscle and membrane of her body to the acme of felicity.
At last both spent together, and they were lying in the state of lethargic enjoyment when the sound of laughter at a distance soon aroused them to a sense of their exposed position, and they had barely time to set things straight before Mr. Etheridge. Frank, Harry, and the three girls came upon the scene.
No particular remarks were made at the time, but significant glances from Mrs. Etheridge informed her husband and children of the pleasure she had just tasted.
They returned to the house for dinner, and afterwards having adjourned to the drawing room, Mrs. Etheridge ordered the servants to have coffee and refreshments ready in the ante-room, but upon no account to disturb their party, as the Doctor was going to give a scientific lecture.
As soon as the servants were gone the parson expressed his surprise at Mrs. Etheridge's announcement, being, as he said, utterly unprepared to give lectures at a minute's warning. To which the hostess replied with a slightly ironical tone in her voice, ”But, Doctor, you told me this afternoon you could lecture upon and ill.u.s.trate the first commandment at any time. However, if you do not feel equal to lecturing for our amus.e.m.e.nt, my Frank shall show some of his mesmeric tricks which he acquired in Germany, and you shall be his first subject.”
”Not the slightest objection in the world to that, if it will amuse you, my dear Mrs. Etheridge,” replied the rector, ”but don't tell me afterwards that I have been confessing to all sorts of scandalous things, because I know these mesmeric lecturers can make their subjects say anything.”
During this dialogue Frank had, un.o.bserved by the others, quietly put Miss Blanche into a state of unconsciousness, then turning to Harry told him that if he would submit to be again operated upon, he could make him and the Doctor's niece dance and sing to his orders to amuse the company.
Harry Mortimer was too good-natured to refuse, and after him Frank also put the parson and Ada Manners into the same state, then as he looked around upon his parents and sisters he asked them, with a look of triumph, what the programme was to be.
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