I went home then, knowing that the storm had yet to burst, for I imagined that when she and Amy retired for the night, Amy would surely tell Fanny all and the first effect of her grief and indignation would be to make her take a vow never to see me again.

But instead of going to bed I sat up. My head buzzed with fatigue and excitement, but tired as I was, I knew that if I did go to bed I should not sleep. Whilst I was thus seated in a half-dreamy and truly painful state of mind, I got a shock which woke me to life and action in a moment, for I heard the swift, light steps of Fanny coming down the verandah. Before I could rise she burst into my room, as if life, or all that was worth having, depended upon the swiftness of her movements. On seeing me she stopped dead. A glance at her face told me she was in possession of the news. Poor Fanny! Ah! Gentle reader! Tell me, do you know anything in this world so hideously painful, so agonising to the mind and heart, as the discovery that the person in whom your confidence is placed, in whom all your love and devotion, heart and soul, are invested, is false, a traitor! Fanny had never loved before she loved me. With the wholeheartedness of youth she had given herself to me – heart, soul, body – unreservedly and she trusted in me as in her God.

For a moment she stood looking at me, her lovely eyes expressing all the pain she felt but at the same time a kind of hesitancy to believe what she now knew was real and not a dreadful dream. Her lips were parted as though to speak, but no words came. Her bosom heaved tumultuously and her lovely firm breasts seemed as though the struggle going on within her would make them burst their points through the bodice. I had seen Fanny in a passion many times, but never in such a state as she now appeared in. Her look fascinated me. She seemed to be trying to read my inmost soul through my eyes and I remained dumb.

'Oh! Charlie!' she cried, all of a sudden, 'tell me it is not true! Oh, why did you do it? Oh! I never thought that my Charlie would be so – so – so – cruel to me!' She bent her lovely head and commenced to sob and weep violently without noise.

This was awful. I had never been so tried in all my life before. I jumped up and approaching her sat by her side, not daring to lay a hand upon the girl whom I felt I did not dare to touch with my polluted fingers.

For fully five minutes we stayed thus, until Fanny, raising her face, all wet with tears and once more flushed, turned her streaming eyes upon me and staggering forward fell into my arms. I caught her in them. I kissed that face all lovely still though quivering with the devouring pain she felt and Fanny let me do so, let me press her to my bosom, let me draw her towards my chair and let me take her into my lap, where I held her tenderly lying against me, whilst she still wept and sobbed.

Suddenly she rose into a more upright position and looking at me, said, 'Why don't you speak to me? You are crying too! What are you crying for?'

'Because, Fanny darling, I can't help it! I can't see you, the girl I love, in such dreadful grief and not feel sorry.'

'I am a fool for coming,' she said. 'Let me go! I'll never, never, never, speak to you again!'

'Stay!' I cried, holding her. 'Stay, Fanny! You have heard only one side of the story. It is only fair to me to hear mine. I swear to you that I never had the remotest idea of being unfaithful to you and that it was not until I was actually in Amy's cunt that I knew it was not you whom I was fucking.'

Fanny loved me. That is the only explanation of the patience with which she heard me. In her heart, that heart so dreadfully wounded, she wished to find the palliation of my sin. Had her pride only been wounded, she would never, or could never have forgiven me, but love covers a multitude of sins and Fanny heard my story, not only with patience, but with eagerness.

With passions as strong as mine, with a cunt as susceptible to pleasure as my prick, she could understand me when I said that the first fuck with Amy over, I found it impossible to tear myself away from a cunt so fascinating, so blooming as that between Amy's thighs; and as I proceeded and told my story, in such a way as to make it more than evident that, much as I appreciated her sister's cunt, I did not love Amy, whereas my whole soul was bound up in her, she at last threw her arms round my neck and kissed me and then wept again, but without that violence, which was all the more dreadful because subdued, which marked the first outbreak of her passion.

For hours we sat thus talking. Fanny quite understood her position. She loved me too much to be able to carry out her passionately expressed threat never to speak to me again, yet it was but too evident that she must consent to share me with Amy at once and with Mabel later on. She herself remembered what she had said about concubines and, with a sorrowful smile, she congratulated me on having now three really pretty ladies in my harem. As she grew more cheerful, so did I, and venturing at last on an act, I undid the lace of her bodice and uncovered her lovely breasts, which I once again devoured with my lips, in a manner so full of passion that the poor girl all but fainted from excess of emotion. Snatching the lovely bubbies from my eager lips, she put her mouth to mine and beginning with the top button of my trousers she undid them all, one by one, until, reaching the last, she inserted her little hand and, pulling up my shirt, took possession of my stiff and impudent prick, which looked her boldly and unblushingly in the face.

'Yes,' she cried, 'it is not my Charlie, but you who are the traitor. Oh! you villain!'

Hard words, but Oh! what soft caresses. I am afraid my prick, like Galileo, paid no attention to her speech, but was too hungry for that dear little cunt which he had been the first to open. Happy reconciliation. Fanny in a few moments more stood in her naked beauty before me and in another moment had all but forgotten the agonies of the recent hours in the convulsions of the delirious pleasure I presented.

Sugdaya awoke us. That lovely traitress was delighted to find us naked in bed together. Fanny would have quarrelled with her, but she had listened to me and had swallowed Sugdaya with her other inevitable griefs and our last luscious fuck took place under the eye of that lovely native girl and born procuress, who was to be so useful to me in finding me sweet cunts, besides her own, during the next three or four years.

Now, reader, did you think for any moment that things could have turned out so? Did not our beloved goddess Venus stand on my side? I saw her divine and beneficent hand in every turn of our amatory survey and never had she a more ardent priest than me. For I did my utmost never to lose a chance of making her holy altars between the thighs of my lovely 'concubines' smoke with the incense of my offerings.

Oh! those exquisite nights! Those revels when like a god of olden times I sported with my naked nymphs, passing from between the arms of one to between the thighs of the other, the change from one cunt to the second giving me fresh life and greater strength! There was certainly an increase of voluptuous pleasure and delight, but alas! the purity and depth of love which had existed between Fanny and me suffered. We never again were, or could be, what we had been to one another.

And now it remains but for me to show you how, at last, I filled up the cup of Mabel's joy by fucking her and then I will close the history of my association with those three beautiful and delicious Selwyn cunts.

Neither Fanny nor Amy seemed to be in the least degree anxious that I should fuck Mabel. This was natural enough so far as Fanny was concerned, but Amy, as my dear reader may remember, had made it a sine qua non that Mabel was to have her share of my prick and balls. Experience, however, began to teach her that a whole loaf is better than half of one, and a half-loaf is better than a third of one. So I never heard any more from her of the obligations I was under to fuck Mabel. But it was impossible to prevent Mabel's knowing of my nightly visits to her father's bungalow, and what went on there in consequence, and I have little doubt she often witnessed scenes of joy, in which she burned to play her part, from behind the purdah. Besides, I am certain that Sugdaya, who felt no scruples, incited her to claim her share and this is how she got it.