CHAPTER FOUR

It was in the middle of March; the sun was simply blazing through the day; the crows and fowls, all birds in fact, went about in the shade with their beaks wide open and wings lifted from their bodies, so much did they feel the blasting heat at this time. I was seated in my long armchair dressed only in the thinnest of jerseys without sleeves and the lightest of pyjamas – in fact as naked as I could well be, for the clothes I had on hid only the colour of my skin and even that very imperfectly. The punkah slowly swinging from side to side poured down a breeze of cooling air upon me and wafted away the smoke of my cheroot. It was midday and frightfully hot; I could hear the leaves of the trees crackling under the sun's rays; suddenly to my intense astonishment Mrs Selwyn and Fanny rushed rather than walked into my room.

Mrs Selwyn seemed half-demented; Fanny looked as if she had been crying and seemed fearfully annoyed. Both looked reproachfully at me. I jumped up, apologised for my state of dishabille (for I had not even slippers on and was in my bare feet) and got them chairs under the punkah. But before she attempted to sit down Mrs Selwyn cried, 'Captain Devereaux you must, you really must, insist on Dr Lavie ceasing to annoy us any more! He is killing me! He is mad! I am certain he is not right in his mind! He is killing Fanny too! Oh!' and down she flopped into her chair.

I looked at Fanny but said nothing. Mrs Selwyn then told me that Lavie had taken to calling at all hours, even at night when everyone had gone to bed, and that he moaned and raved and wept. That Colonel Selwyn had spoken to him kindly, harshly, every way; had ordered him never to come again and so forth; but it had no effect and they were at their wits' ends because they feared if they took any other – that is forcible – means to keep him out of the house it would only create a scandal and that people were dying with laughter over Lavie's miserable courtship as it was.

Whilst she was telling me this and I was wondering what I could do, in came Lavie, his eyes glaring, his face pale, his lips hard set. He went straight up to Mrs Selwyn and asked her to go into another room which I had and which was empty.

I begged him to sit down where he was but he smiled inanely at me and said he would not keep Mrs Selwyn two seconds and she weakly rose and followed him. Fanny drew her chair near mine and begged me to do what I could.

'Oh, dear dear, Captain Devereaux, do rid us of this monster!' was her cry. I took her hand and assured her that I would; that I had a plan and that was to get him sent to some other station. I knew the PMO very well indeed and I would represent the case to him. Poor Fanny was delighted. She gave me one of those looks which meant 'kiss me!' I hesitated a moment but at last I could resist no longer. Jumping up I seized the willing girl round the waist lifted her to her feet, and pressing her to me, I kissed her red, red mouth over and over again.

'Oh, my darling Fanny!' I exclaimed in a low tone quivering with passion that communicated itself to her. 'How I do blame myself for having countenanced that idiot's making love to you!'

'Oh! Charlie, Charlie,' she cried pressing her swelling bosom to mine, letting me pull her to me until our bodies seemed to form one and not denying me the thigh I took between my own thighs nor the motte, the sweet delicious motte, against which I thrust myself. 'I know now that you love me as I love you! Oh! my darling darling! I forgive you! But oh! if it were not for that I would hate you.'

'And do you really and truly love me, Fanny? Oh my sweetest own girl. You must be all mine! Every bit of you, heart, soul, body, all!'

'Oh! I do I do!' cried the excited girl in an ecstasy of passion. 'Oh! can you not feel that I do?'

'With your heart, my own love?' and I pressed a delicious and firm round hard elastic bubbie in my hand.

'Yes! Yes!'

'On your soul?' and I glided a hand swiftly between her thighs and pressed the equally elastic and soft motte and delicious cunt with my fingers. For a moment Fanny drew her hips back but on my again pressing her motte and throbbing cunt with my hand, she closed her thighs on it, giving me such a kiss as I had never yet had from her. That was her answer. Gods! Gods! I took my hand away. I put my arms round her yielding waist. My prick, furious, mad, raging to get at her, made a perfect tent pole and stood out from my pyjamas. But for the pyjamas it would have risen at a bound to an angle much too acute with my body to have enabled me to do what I did, but the pyjamas held its head somewhat down and I pressed the mighty weapon against Fanny's quivering motte with all my force whilst I kissed her and felt her tumultuous bubbies, which she was pressing against my bosom as though she was trying to flatten them against it. Feeling my urgent thrusting and putting down her hand, she said, 'Oh! what is that pressing against me?'

'It is me, my darling,' I whispered, in a voice hardly audible or articulate from the excess of passionate emotions, 'it is me! There take me in your dear hand and take possession of the treasure which is yours henceforth and yours only.' (Poor Louie! Had she heard those words spoken in a moment of blinding passion…!)

'Oh! my darling, my darling!' exclaimed Fanny, absolutely beside herself with ecstasy. 'My darling, my darling!' and her little hand nervously and excitedly kept clasping my burning prick as if she hardly knew what to say or do but in delight inexpressible.

'Yes! Yes! Darling Fanny! This is for you. For it must be admitted to this abode! To the temple of love!' I again had my hand excitedly caressing her now maddened cunt, between thighs more than willingly opened to admit it!

Fanny could not stand this caressing. She let go of my prick and tried, clothed as she was to impale herself on it. It slipped beneath her motte. She felt it do so. She pulled up her dress a little and suddenly opening her thighs she closed them equally suddenly on my prick which felt just as though it had been in her cunt! Gods! Gods! I think I should have burst – only nature came to my relief and I poured forth a torrent of hot burning spend! This recalled me to my senses.

Gently pushing Fanny away, I begged her to seat herself whilst I went and changed into trousers. The intelligent and excited girl saw the necessity as she looked at me in the quite transparent pyjamas flooded with spend and extended in front by my enraged prick, whose colouring and shape were as clear as if seen in crystal water. But instead of sitting down she came and peeped at me from behind the purdah as I took off my pyjamas and fed her eyes on the galaxy I showed her with pleasure indescribable. She saw the mighty prick, its ponderous well-shaped balls and the forest out of which they grew. She knew that they were now all hers and as she gazed she tried to quiet the throbbing of her hot little cunt by putting her hand between her lovely thighs. But before I had finished putting these treasures away from sight some stir made her drop the purdah and flee to a chair and when I came out in shirt, trousers, socks and shoes she was seated in it. She looked for her new possessions and with burning eyes asked me where they had gone. For all answer I took her willing little hand and laid it on my prick which was buttoned back against my belly. Once more did the excited, 'My darling! my darling!' resound, but in whispered tones; then feeling frightened lest our disordered minds might betray themselves to Mrs Selwyn, who was still talking to Lavie but might at any moment come into our room, I got a book of views and opened it so as to look as if Fanny and I had been examining it during their absence.