'Come!' said she. 'Come, Captain Devereaux. Help me to wash myself and let Sugdaya find us fucking when she comes back.'

The ablution was quickly performed. Amy had never seen my prick and balls before, nor indeed those of any man, though she had had a very big one up her bottom once! She therefore delayed a little while washing me and thoroughly enjoyed the sight and feel of those treasures.

Sugdaya returned just in time to see me getting home well for the first time and consequently was an excited spectator of the first goodwill fuck I gave Amy. Like the voluptuous-minded creature she was, she greatly added to my pleasure by manipulating my balls, which she took possession of between my thighs from behind. Amy seemed frantic with pleasure. Every stroke I gave her threw her into ecstasies. I think Mrs Selwyn must have had a voluptuous nature and I know that the colonel dearly loved fucking. Certainly Fanny and Amy had inherited their parents' disposition towards sensuousness and it was my extreme good fortune to have been the first to inspire their loving cunts with desire and make them throb and overflow with pleasure.

Once more, good friends, Amy and I passed the rest of that night in the most delicious manner possible. Long before the hour, four o'clock, at which she had to leave to go to the Corbetts' bungalow, whence she had come, we had become very confidential and I had managed to extract a promise from her that she would not insist upon my fucking Mabel yet awhile. I pleaded hard. I said that poor Fanny might forgive me having fucked her, Amy, but that it would be almost too much to expect her to accept that two more cunts were to share my prick with hers. But Amy was determined that nothing should be done outside the strict bargain and she only agreed to this arrangement on the understanding that I was to fuck her every night until Fanny returned. I willingly acquiesced. It was agreed that I should meet her where we then were, every night at ten o'clock, for the Corbetts being early people and going to bed at nine regularly, Amy could easily keep that appointed hour. Sugdaya was sorry for Mabel, but at least I had promised to fuck her in due course; she only hoped I would not delay too long.

We left the Selwyns' bungalow together. I had nothing on but my thin jersey, pyjamas and light slippers. Sugdaya and Amy walked as far as the entrance to my compound with me and we exchanged caresses and kisses, hot and strong on either side; Amy, in happy good-natured contempt for the proprieties, even requested me to stroke Sugdaya's nice brown cunt before kissing her for the last time! With my fingers still throbbing from this exquisite contact with two such blooming cunts, I walked rapidly up my avenue, not thinking of anything but what I now considered my extreme good luck, for I had had a really delicious night between Amy's fair thighs and had enjoyed so much undeniable pleasure both from her cunt and from her curiously improper mind that, for the present at all events, my sorrow on Fanny's account was considerably deadened.

All this part of my history is still painful for me to remember. I do not deny the sweetness of Amy's really delicious little cunt. It was of the very finest sort and I had very real pleasure fucking it. It had the advantage of being a new one for me. It had been deflowered by me. It belonged to as pretty a girl as there was in India. It was extremely sensitive to pleasure and a perfect fountain under my vigorous treatment of it, but… alas for the buts – Oh! how much more delightful to me it would have been had I not been so entrapped into it. I could now understand what a woman feels like who has been fucked against her will and without her consent. Over and above these latter feelings was the absolute certainty of the pain – the mental and heartfelt agony Fanny would surely experience – when she came to hear that, within twenty-four hours of my being between her thighs, I had passed between those of her sister, and that subsequently, night after night, I had fucked Amy.

Amy certainly gave me no rest. I don't think she realised it was possible to exhaust a man. Feeling herself always ready to be fucked, she regarded the stand of a prick as quite voluntary on the part of the lover. Thanks to the splendid constitution I had been born with and the powers which, from what women have told me, I fancy very few men are endowed with, I was quite 'able' for Amy and never disappointed her a single time. In fact, I believe she would have been the first to say, 'I've had enough', had we continued this night-after-night fucking. She was quite prepared to share me with Fanny and wished, really wished, me to fuck Mabel too.

She knows differently now. She is married now and has discovered that there are men and men. In her last letter to me, received not a week ago, she spoke very penitently of the way she treated me at Fackabad and says she had no idea of what a treasure she had in me. It is very nice to be told this now but I did not enjoy being used by her as a complete tool at Fackabad.

The colonel wrote only once from Rampur and Fanny not at all. I was glad and sorry not to have had a letter from her. She told me, when she came back, that she was burning to write, but feared her father's asking questions and perhaps seeing her letter; she said if once she began to write, she could not have kept her pen from speaking the sort of passionate words she was so accustomed to use when we were in our skins together.

So she thought it best not to write except one short little note.

On the morning of the day we expected them back from Rampur, just as I was putting on my pyjamas and jersey and looking at the naked Amy, who had so cruelly robbed me of my peace of mind and Fanny of her full possession in future of my prick and balls, Amy said, 'Oh! by the by, Captain Devereaux, I've something for you here.'

'What is it, Amy?'

'Oh, a letter from Fanny.'

And she put her hand under her pillow and drew forth a little note she had put there overnight and had 'forgotten' to give me earlier.

'Oh! Amy, why did you not give me this before?'

'I forgot.'

'You know I love Fanny. It is cruel of you, Amy!'

'Pooh! What do I care! Lord what a rage Fanny will be in when she hears the news.'

'It will break her heart.'

'Fiddle-de-dee! She will roar and cry and call me names and you too, Captain Devereaux! Oh! she will tear your eyes out!'

'I will tell her the truth, Amy, and then if she can forgive me I shall be happy – but – will she?'

'Of course, she will. Bless you, I know Fanny better than you do, Captain Devereaux. She will try it on. Yes, she will try it on. She will rave and storm and threaten, but if you treat her cooly and let her know that it's of no use crying over spilt milk, but there is more milk for her if she chooses to take it, she will quiet down fast enough. Fanny is not quite such a fool as not to know that half a loaf is better than no bread. But she is greedy. She never offered to share you with me and now she must. It serves her right. And I am rather glad you don't like fucking me, because it serves you right too!'

'But Amy, I do like fucking you! As far as mere fucking goes you are quite as good as Fanny!'

'Thank you for nothing! Mere fucking! You won't persuade me you see anything more in Fanny than a nice little cunt! I don't believe it. No! no! Captain Devereaux. You are sore because you have to fuck me whether you like it or not. If it weren't for that you would not be sorry to have both me and Fanny, aye and Mabel too, and Sugdaya and every other woman in Fackabad also!'

It was no use trying to make Amy sensible that although cunts may be equally delicious from a physical point of view and all girls equally young, nice and beautiful, yet love distinguishes one above all others and makes one the most delicious of all. I left her in disgust, mad with myself because I could not master my prick and because I could not help confessing that she was a perfect and exquisite poke.