Neither Fanny nor Amy had done more than breathe during the last part of this recital and their steps had grown so short that we hardly moved over the ground. It was evident to me that what constrained them was the fact that each of them was trying to control the powerful throbbing of her little cunt by squeezing her thighs together tightly. We were near the front of the bungalow and Amy, without a word but with her hand still pressed between her thighs, suddenly darted into the house. Fanny remained with me. I took and put her hand on my burning and terribly stiff prick whilst I at the same time kissed her and caressed her delicious cunt.

'Come! Oh! come! quickly,' said she.

I felt her draw me towards the lawn on one side of the house where some thick shrubs grew. I guessed her intention. Arrived at the edge of the grove I unbuttoned my trousers and taking her hand slipped it in. Fanny eagerly seized the tremendous weapon she felt but alas my shirt was still in the way and so excited was she that all she could do was to exclaim, 'My darling My darling!' as her little hand nervously clutched and grasped my burning prick in alternate tightening and loosening of her fingers. Not expecting Amy to return since I suspected she had gone in to solace her little cunt with the help of a finger or a plantain or anything which could imitate the 'high priest' I had spoken of, I stood and enjoyed to the fullest Fanny's excitement and the pleasure her hand gave me; yet, whilst so standing, I suddenly and luckily saw Amy coming. I whispered to Fanny, 'Take care! Here is Amy!'

'Ho! ho! There you are!' she cried, 'kissing I do declare.'

'No,' said Fanny in muffled tones, 'I have sprained my ankle!'

'Yes!' said I immediately, glad and delighted to find Fanny so quick witted as to invent a reason on the spur of the moment for my not turning round. I had my prick sticking right out of my trousers, covered still by my shirt indeed (which had interfered with poor Fanny's endeavours to feel it naked in her hand), but it would have been instantly seen by Amy if Fanny had not leant against me, as it were for support, whilst I did my best to put back my most unruly and raging member.

'Yes,' I repeated, 'poor Fanny somehow turned her ankle and I am afraid it is hurting her very much, poor girl!' Then addressing Fanny I said, 'If you will let me apply my grandmother's remedy I am sure I can relieve the pain even if I cannot take it away altogether but the sooner you let me do so the more certain the result.'

Fanny gave a kind of groan as she said, 'Oh! do whatever you like and quickly for it is hurting me so!'

I knelt on one hand keeping myself close to Fanny's petticoat whilst with rapid fingers I managed to fasten a couple of the more important buttons so as to keep my beast of a prick a tight prisoner. Then taking hold of her right ankle with my left hand I pretended to press it with my other hand but the temptation to do more was too strong and Fanny felt with delight my wicked delicious hand rapidly find her well-turned and beautiful leg and press her calf most voluptuously and amorously as it got higher and higher. She bent a little more over me, resting her hands on my shoulders, and gave a little groan from time to time.

'It will be better soon I think,' said I as my hand reached her smooth, warm, polished and plump thigh. Fanny had really beautiful legs and thighs. My prick bounded and throbbed.

'Yes! I think it will!' gasped Fanny, 'if you continue as you are doing now.'

Amy stood by looking on and sympathising but quite unable to see what I was doing.

I rapidly moved my hand up that glorious virgin thigh, pressing it and feeling it delightedly as I mounted, until I arrived at the spot between the delicious columns of ivory. I turned my hand back down and gently seizing the two soft full lips of her plump little cunt I pressed them together by alternate squeezes, so as to tickle and excite the clitoris, until Fanny could hardly stand still. Then slipping my big middle finger in up to the knuckles and using my other finger as a fulcrum against her swelling and bushy motte, I imitated what my prick would have done had it had a fair chance, until, almost expiring with pleasure, Fanny deluged my exciting and lascivious hand with a perfect torrent of hot spend which ran down my wrist and arm. I caressed the sweet responsive cunt with my most voluptuous touches and then, hardly able to keep a steady face, I asked her, 'Well, how does it feel now, Fanny?'

'It is all right! Oh! thanks – that was nice! Now the pain is quite gone.'

'Did what he did really do you any good?' asked Amy wonderingly.

'Of course it did, you silly girl!' cried Fanny, 'or I shouldn't have said so!'

Well! That is wonderful!' said Amy, 'I'll tell mama!'

'Don't do anything of the sort,' exclaimed Fanny, 'you would only frighten her, I dare say. It was nothing but a sprain. Anyway I'm all right now.'

'Mama told me to tell you to come in,' said Amy.

'Oh bother!' cried Fanny, 'Amy, there's a good girl, go and ask her to let me stay on a little longer.'

Amy was not inclined to do so and much to Fanny's and my dissatisfaction we had to go in. Before we did enter the house, however, Fanny managed to throw both her arms round my neck and give me two most ardent kisses without being seen by Amy. Gods! how my balls and groin did nearly split with aching.

After I got home I had the inevitable visit from poor Lavie. What a terrible plague he was! I did my best as usual to try to reconcile him to his fate and I strongly urged him to do as much fucking as he could.

He said he had been doing this regularly and irregularly every night but could not work off his passion for Fanny and I resolved to do my best to get him removed before going to bed. I wrote to Dr Bridges and I told him that I feared that Miss Selwyn was not safe; that Lavie prowled about all night round her house and that he had a perfect lust for her which might induce him to attempt to rape her. I really believed this, for Lavie was like one mad for Fanny. He had begun a habit of muttering to himself and I had overheard a semi-threat to fuck Fanny whether she liked it or not. Calling Soubratie from his slumbers I told him to take the letter first thing in the morning to Dr Bridges – and the results will be seen in the events of that never-to-be-forgotten day, the seventeenth of March, the very next day, the day on which Fanny Selwyn attained the double dignity of seventeen years of age and womanhood, the day I at last took her most charming maidenhead, fucking her both to her and my heart's content and relieving her sweet cunt and my balls and groins of the load which had oppressed them since we had declared our mutual passion.

I knew the seventeenth was Fanny's birthday but I had no idea I should be invited to assist at keeping the feast. However, after breakfast I had two very agreeable visits. As usual I was very much undressed, having nothing on me but my short-sleeved jersey and pyjamas, for it was much too hot and there was far too blazing a sun outside for me to expect visitors. The first who came to see me was old Bridges our PMO, who seemed very anxious about Lavie. He said he had lately noticed a considerable alteration in him, a laxity in the way he carried out his duties which he could not account for until he heard of his unfortunate love affair. He now wanted to know about the subject of my last letter because it was of a very serious nature and if I did think there was any danger he would telegraph to Simla for permission to send Lavie to Benares where he understood there was room for another doctor. I easily satisfied Bridges on this head.

During our conversation I had noticed his eyes constantly directed at the still-blue-and-red-looking scars on my left arm caused by the knife of the brutal Afghan who had buggered poor Amy, and after he had finished speaking about Lavie, the good doctor went in for a complete history of the scars. I showed him the rose-looking ones on my chest and Bridges exclaimed that I ought to consider myself the chosen of Providence for I had had the most extraordinary escape he had ever heard of. Of course, I did not tell him about poor Amy's catastrophe but he had heard the rumour that she had been buggered. I lied to him. I told him the rumour was false and I was glad to be able to do so (although I had to tell a lie) because I knew that Bridges would talk and would look upon anyone who persisted in believing in the buggery as a slanderer whom he must at once put down.