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The Boudoir No. 3

THE THREE CHUMS: A TALE OF LONDON EVERYDAY LIFE

(Continued from page 51)

CHAPTER V

The Sirens of Hyde Park The reader can easily guess that Charlie felt considerably enervated after the departure of the lecherous Mrs. Letsam.

He spent the day reading, and also wrote a letter to his father, telling him how kind the Mortimers had been, and how he liked his rooms, which they had taken for him. Retiring early he was awakened from a sound slumber by warm moist impassioned kisses on his lips, and felt a soft lithe form nestling close to his body, as he heard the whispered words- "Mr.

Warner, Charlie dear; I've come to return the visit you paid me last night. It was so nice, I couldn't sleep by myself knowing you were all alone."

It was impossible not to respond to such a loving invitation.

"It's jolly of you, Fanny, coming into my bed like this, as it proves you do care for me a little bit; I feel rather tired after our fun of last night, so I mean to make you be the gentleman this time; straddle over me and help yourself to the tit-bit I know all the girls always long for; then I can lay on my back and take it easy."

"I rather like your saying I made you tired," she laughed in reply; "but you didn't know I saw her knock at your door this morning, and listened and heard all your game together. But I am not jealous, especially as I heard her say you might have me as much as you liked, if you only pleased her in a certain way. What was it, dear, I couldn't quite make out what you did with her; do tell me, there's a very nice darling?"

"It's a very curious taste, but nice to me; she doesn't care for a man to have her in the ordinary way, she prefers to suck his affair, and swallow every drop of the love juice when it comes. How would you like that, Fan? It felt awfully nice to me."

"Ugh! That must be nasty! What do you think? I once had a girl sleep with me who would kiss and lick my crack, and it made me feel so funny, but I wouldn't do it to her."

After this they got to business in earnest, Fanny, mounting as directed, soon rode Charlie's rampant steed till she had drawn the essence of life three times from his palpitating loins, their mingled juices making quite a little flood round the root of King Priapus. At length falling asleep in each other's arms, they slept till daylight, and Fanny had to go away about her domestic duties.

Having heard from his cousins what larks went on in the parks at night, Charlie made up his mind to see it for himself, and, having no particular engagement on Friday evening, took a stroll as far as the Marble Arch, and turned into the park, taking the path across towards Knightsbridge, arriving at the drive which leads to the Serpentine, he walked along the path observing the couples sitting on the seats kissing and groping each other.

Presently near the gate he met a couple of young goodlooking girls, who as coolly as possible took him by the arm on each side, "Come along with us, dear, and feel our soft little fannys," said one.

Charlie made very little objection, and was soon sitting on a rustic seat under the dark shadow of a big elm tree.

"How much are you going to give us, dear? My little sister is too bashful to speak for herself; you know its always money first in the park, we are so often bilked by mean fellows, who can't afford a proper bit of kyfer."

Charlie gave each girl a shilling, with the promise of another if they pleased him.

They were really young and pretty girls, such as the park lecher seldom is lucky enough to pick up, the dark paths and seats being mostly haunted by worn-out hags who cannot stand the illuminating ordeal of the gaslight of the streets.

It scarcely required the groping of a soft little hand inside his unbuttoned trousers to raise all his usual fiery ardour.

Each girl (they were not more than thirteen and fifteen respectively) put their arms round his neck and kissed him, the eldest whispering — "You are a darling young fellow, so different from the dirty old men we generally pick up here, I should so like you to have me properly; my little sister doesn't know what it is yet; she is only up to the tossing off business, but I like the real thing, you know, when I can get a proper young bit like you. We can only get out Tuesdays and Fridays. Will you meet us on Tuesday, and go into the Green Park; there you will see lots of fun, and can get out at any time; in Hyde Park we get shut in, and have to climb over the gate."

He could feel her give quite a shudder of desire as she said this, whilst one of her hands began to play with his appendages, at the same time as her little sister was delightfully manipulating the shaft above. They had slits in their dresses, so that both of his hands found employment, exploring and groping on the one side the soft incipient moss of the elder one's grot, as well as the hairless slit of her little sister. The situation was altogether too piquante to last many moments. The ecstatic crisis came almost instantly, and he could also feel them both bedew his fingers with their female tribute to the touches of love, which his roving fingers made them feel so exquisitely.

Our hero was so pleased that he gave each one half-a-crown as he kissed and took leave of them, promising to keep the Tuesday's appointment at the same time.

"You are a darling," said the youngest, Betsy. "Won't we keep ourselves for him, Sarah; we don't want much money, do we?"

"No, that we will. I hate the nasty old men; we only do it because mother can't keep the home over us unless we bring in five or six shillings a week somehow," was the rejoinder.

The girls left him, as they said, to go straight home, refusing his offer to treat them to a drink outside the park.

Sunday came, and with it the tea party at the pretty Misses Robinson's in Store Street. His cousins called to take him with them, and the loving greeting of the young milliners was if anything even warmer than before. Bessie, the eldest, the dark auburn beauty, seemed fairly to quiver with emotion as she kissed him rapturously, whispering as she did so — "You are my partner this evening, Mr. Warner."

"Nothing will please me better, Bessie, dear; for luscious as I found pretty Rosa, your riper charms must be superior to those of your little sister."

"I hear what you say, Mr. Charlie; just wait till I have a chance to pay you for your broken promises of constancy to me," laughed Rosa.

It is needless to say much about the conversation, amp;c, during tea time, except that Charlie induced Bessie to feel his manly instrument under the table as they sat side by side over their orange pekoe.

After a little time spent in music and singing, the usual turning down of the gas took place, and our hero soon found himself and partner seated very cosily on a sofa in one of the alcoves.

"How I have longed to caress you, Mr. Warner," sighed Bessie, "for Rosa has done nothing but talk of her darling Charlie ever since the last evening you were here, how delightfully you pleased her, and what a splendid affair you were favoured with; she seems to think of nothing but you, as if you really belonged exclusively to her; but indeed, Charlie, it has made me long to feel in person those thrilling love strokes she must have enjoyed so much, what did you do to please her so?"

"I can't remember just now what we did," Charlie replied, "but no doubt as your mind is made up for a little love sport we shall play very much the same game."

His lips met hers in a long luscious kiss, so exciting that his Aaron's rod was as stiff as possible, whilst her bosom rose and fell in palpitating heaves, and her arms pressed him to her bosom.

Presently he slipped down on his knees, and his hands were exploring the mysteries of her underclothing; her thighs opened readily at the slight pressure of his hand, and he was soon in full possession of the centre of attraction, which he found all glowing and humid from the effects of suppressed desire.

"I must kiss this jewel of love," exclaimed Charlie, in a quick sort of suppressed whisper; "my tongue will soon make you feel all that Rosa so much enjoyed the other evening."

She inclined her body backwards, and gave up her person entirely to his tongueing caresses, both her hands lovingly pressing the top of his head, as he ravenously sucked the very essence of her life, which she constantly distilled in thick ambrosial drops under the voluptuous evolutions of his busy tongue.

Deep-drawn sighs, too, well told of the intensity of her feelings; she threw her legs over his shoulders, and squeezed his dear face between her quivering thighs, till at length, giving one long-drawn deep respiration of delight, he heard her say softly — "Now, now, Charlie, love, let me have him now; you have excited me so I can't wait another moment for the supreme joys of the strokes of rapture I know you are so well qualified to give."

No charger ever responded to the trumpet call quicker than did our hero, his trenchant weapon was brought to the present in less time than it takes to say so, and the head, slowly entering between the well lubricated quivering lips of her pouting love grot, was soon revelling in all the sweets she so plentifully spent from her womb. What heaves and sighs of excessive rapture followed this conjunction; each seemed to dissolve in ecstasy over and over again, till exhausted nature at last compelled them to call a halt.

They sat kissing and caressing each other in mutual satisfied delight for some little time, till Frank was heard to call out — "Don't you think it is time for a romp without clothes?"

Harry and Charlie assenting at once, each youth slipped off his garments, and assisted his partner to do the same, till presently there was an indiscriminate groping and slapping of bottoms, as an incentive to renewed exertions by the young gentlemen, who were a little limp after their first exertions of love. Rosa somehow instinctively found Charlie.

"Now, Sir," she whispered in his ear, "you have to do penance for saying the more mature charms of my sister must be superior to mine."

She was holding his throbbing priapus, which she had caught him by, and the touch of her hand seemed at once to renew all its usual elan, he was ready for the charge in a moment, and would have pushed her down upon a convenient sofa.

"No, no, not that way; I want to suck the last drop of its fragrant essence, whilst you treat me to the same pleasure. I don't care to enjoy you the same way you have just had my sister."

Side by side on the sofa, with heads reversed, they sucked each other's parts like two bees, till the last drop of the honey of love had been extracted.

"Now you can go and try Annie, if you can find her in the dark," said Rosa; "but I don't think you've much left for her."

"Let's go together to find her," whispered our hero, as he took her round the waist, and they searched about till in another recess they found all four of their companions, almost equally exhausted (not the ladies, for they were handling and laughing at the futile endeavours of their champions to respond to their amorous challenge). At length it was time to dress, but some mischievous one had so mixed all the apparel, they were compelled to invoke the aid of the gas before any of them could resume their attire.

This luscious tableaux of nude figures completed the evening's amusements, and the young gentlemen took their leave with promises of a renewed love feast in a day or two.

CHAPTER VI

Games in the Green Park, amp;c Tuesday at the appointed time Charlie went alone to meet the two little sirens of Hyde Park, and found Betsy and Sarah true to their appointment.

After sitting down on a quiet seat for a few minutes, where they enjoyed some kissing and groping, the two girls suggested a remove across into the other park, and the trio were soon seated on a bench by the walk close to the railings which divided the park from Constitution Hill.

"Now, " said Betsy, "I want a proper one, my dear. Sarah will look out, so no one can surprise us, and if anyone sees us through the railings it doesn't matter."

This was a matter sooner said than achieved, for Charlie found the amorous Betsy so difficult to enter on account of the narrowness of the passage, that she had to bite her lips in suppressed agony from the pain of his attempt. But courage effects everything, she was so determined to have ity that at last he found himself most deliciously fixed in the tightest sheath he had ever before entered, it was simply most voluptuous, the pressures of the girl's sheath on his delighted instrument made him come in a moment or two, then the lubricant being applied things went easier, and a most luscious combat ensued. Betsy was perfectly beside herself with erotic passion, whilst the elder Sarah, instead of standing on guard as she ought to have done, handled his shaft and appendages in her soft hand till the excitement was more than he could bear, making him actually scream with pleasure at the moment of emitting. They repeated the game without interruption, and Sarah would have him place the head of Mr. Peaslin just between the lips of her pussey, but would not allow more at present. After spending an hour or two in this delicious al fresco amusement, they took him round the park to see the unblushing games that were going on. Soldiers rogering servant girls, old fellows fumbling little girls, and no end of the most unblushing indecency on every side; the fact being that if people, or rather couples, only get into the Green Park before the gates closed at ten p.m. they might stop there all night, or could at any time go out by the turnstile at the end of Constitution Hill into Grosvenor Place.

The one or two bobbies who patrolled the park seemed to take no notice, or were easily squared by the girls who used the place for business, in fact Charlie saw one stalwart guardian of the peace doing a glorious grind on the grass till a Lifeguardsman came up, and slapping his naked rump as hard as he could told him he ought to set a better example, which caused great fun to several who were looking on, especially

when the soldier challenged the policeman for half-a-crown to exhibit his p — k against his for that amount, the girl he was poking to be the judge.

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MEMOIRS OF NELL GWYNN, THE CELEBRATED MISTRESS OF CHARLES II

Eleanor Gwynn, or Gwyn, had little or no education. What we learn of her is, that she was born in a night cellar (State Poems), sold fish about the streets, rambled from tavern to tavern, entertaining the company after dinner and supper with songs, her voice being very agreeable; was next taken into the house of Madam Ross, a noted courtesan; admitted afterwards into the Theatre Royal, as early as the year 1667 (see the drama of the Maiden Queen, and others of Dryden's plays for ten years successively); was mistress both to Hart and Lacy, two famous actors, and kept by Buckhurst, whom Charles II sent on a sleeveless errand to France, in order to favour his approach to her. From that period she began to be pretty well known, and is mentioned by Burnet and other historians.

As this giddy and dissipated creature gave rise to a noble and most worthy family, one would have nothing desired against her by way of romance; she had some very good qualities to contrast against her bad education and vicious habits.

Without proofs and citations, one can pay but a proportionate regard to many facts reported of her in a pamphlet, which is certainly well-written; nevertheless many assertions there clash with accounts better known, and offend against probability.

It no way appears that Lord Rochester was ever enamoured of her. Mrs. Barry was his passion, and Mrs. Botel antecedently to Mrs. Barry, at the time when Miss Gwynn trod the stage; and the King never seeing her till at a certain nobleman's house, it is well known that he had seen her uninterruptedly on the stage from 1667 to 1671, and fell in love with her on her speaking the epilogue of Tyrannical Love, which seems to have been written by Dryden on purpose. It is doubtful, too, if she ever played at Dorset Garden.

Nelly was highly favoured by Dryden. For many years he gave her the most showy and fantastic parts in his comedies.

It looks as if he played her at the monarch for a considerable time, since, not to mention the epilogue last spoken of, he wrote on purpose for her an equally whimsical and spirited prologue, prefixed to Orengzebe. At the other house (viz., the Duke's, under Killigrew's patent) Nokes had appeared in a hat larger than Pistol's, which gave the town wonderful delight, and supported a bad play by its pure effect (perhaps Mamamouchi, or The Citizen Turned Gentleman, a comedy by Ravenscroft). Dryden, piqued at this, caused a hat to be made the circumference of a hinder coach wheel, and as Nelly was low of stature, and what the French call "mignon and piquante," he made her speak under the umbrella of that hat, the brims thereof being spread out horizontally to their full extension. The whole theatre was in convulsions of applause; nay, the very actors giggled, a circumstance none had observed before. Judge, therefore, what a condition the merriest prince alive was in at such a conjuncture. He wanted little of being suffocated with laughter.

In a word, Madam Ellen (as the drama often styles her after she was declared the King's mistress) had no great turn for tragedy, nor do we note her in any part of moment but that of Valeria, in Tyrannical Love, to which Dryden raised her partly through partiality, and partly as it was necessary for her to die in that play in order to rise and speak the epilogue.

In comedy she was more excellent; nevertheless she must not be ranked as an actress with the Quins, Davenports, Marshalls, Bowtels, Bettertons, and Lees, du siecle d'or de Charles II. But of what the French call enjou'e she was a perfect mistress — airy, fantastic, coquet, sprightly, singing, dancing — made for slight, showy parts, and filling them up, as far as they went most effectually — witness Florimel in the Maiden Queen, to which she spoke the epilogue, Jacinta in the Mock Astrologer, amp;c.

It is highly probable that Madam Ellen might have made a more decent figure in life had her birth been fortunate, and her education good. A seminary like the streets and cellars of London is infinitely worse than crawling in woods, and conversing with savages. We make this remark because she possessed many good qualities, which no human disadvantages could quite destroy. She had no avarice — when her power increased she served all her theatrical friends. She showed particular gratitude to Dry den; and valued eminent writers, as Lee, Otway, amp;c. She was almost the only mistress of the King who was guilty pi no infidelity towards him, nor did she relapse after his decease. Endued with natural sagacity and wit, she made no ill use of them at Court, paid no attention to ministers, nor ever acted as their creature. Her charities were remarkable; and, what was singular, she piqued herself on a regard for the Church of England, contrary to the genius of the then Court.

Once as she was driving up Ludgate Hill in a superb coach, some bailiffs were hurrying a clergyman to prison; she stopped, sent for the persons whom the clergyman mentioned as attestors to his character, and, finding the account a just subject for pity, paid his debt instantly, and procured him a preferment.

She was the most popular of all the King's mistresses, and most acceptable to the nation.

An eminent goldsmith having on view an expensive service of plate manufactured for the Duchess of P- as a present from the King, the crowd of persons, who went to inspect it out of mere curiosity, threw out a thousand ill wishes against the Duchess, and wished the silver was melted and poured down her throat; but said it was ten thousand pities His Majesty had not bestowed this bounty on Madam Ellen.

Her picture, painted by Lely and others, pronounce her to be very handsome, though low in stature and red-haired.

There used to be a bust of her to be seen at Bagnigge Wells, but it was coarsely executed.

At Bagnigge Wells was one of her country houses, and where the King and the Duke of York frequently visited, and where she frequently entertained them and others with concerts, breakfasts, Sec.

THE KNIGHT OF THE SHOULDER-KNOT AND THE DAME OF GENTLENESS

A Serving-man who wore gloves in his cap.

In this "o'er true tale" we shall exhibit a character which, though not by any means so unnatural, will appear to the curious reader equally singular and extraordinary.

Priscilla Meadows was the daughter and sole heiress of Anthony Meadows, a rich baronet of Somersetshire, whose elegant mansion lay in that delightful interval which divides the cities of Bath and Bristol. Priscilla was what might be called an epitome of feminine perfection. She was about four feet four inches in height, slender, and finely proportioned; her eyes were jetty black, with the deep diamond's water; her teeth, in the Oriental phrase, were like a flock of sheep newly washed, and close feeding in the flowery pastures of Jehoshaphat; the roses of Sharon bloomed upon each cheek, the coral of Euphrates composed her lips, and the lilies of Lebanon were diffused over the remainder of her beauteous body. Her disposition was mild to excess of gentleness, and her delicacy so refined, that she appeared alarmed and sensitive at the approach of man.