TheRoyalScandal (Hetero sex, S/M)


A Brief Introduction

One of the best known sellers of erotic literature in Victorian London
was Edward Avery, a well established tradesman who had a shop in Greek
Street, Soho. He sold books there for twenty five years in all, from
1875 to 1900, purveying both domestic and imported erotica. The
metropolitan police could hardly fail to be aware of his activities,
but he was allowed to trade unhindered and it must therefore be assumed
it was police policy to leave him alone.

On what grounds can only be a matter of speculation. Perhaps it was
thought best to let him sell his wares un-harassed while by discreet
observation compiling a list of his regular clients - in the main,
gentlemen of means, the upper clergy, members of the learned
professions and other pillars of society. Avery's wares were expensive
and beyond the means of the traveler on the proverbial Clapham omnibus.
Be that as it may, the official attitude to Avery underwent a sharp
reversal in 1900, when a high ranking police officer was given
instructions to put the bookseller out of business. This was Chief
Inspector Edward Drew, and he brought about Avery's arrest by visiting
the shop in plain cloths convince the unsuspecting bookseller that he
was a collector with money to spend.

Avery sold him a book, believed to be an illustrated edition of the
romance of lust, a well known underground classic first published in
1873 and continuously in print in various editions until at least 1922.
At the trial Avery pleaded guilty, having no choice, and was sent to
prison for four months. The police were given a warrant to confiscate
his stock, and it was the loss of this, rather than imprisonment, that
persuaded Avery to retire when he was released.

What was the reason for the sharp change in attitude to Avery in 1900,
it may be asked? A change from benign indifference to active hostility.
The explanation lies in the declining health of Queen Victoria, who
attained her eighty - first birthday in May 1900. The Prince of Wales
knew that his mother was nearing the end of her life and that he
shortly would be crowned Edward VII, King and Emperor.

The royal scandal by then had been on sale for some years and had
achieved notoriety within a small but influential section of London
society. The first edition is dated 1890 and probably consisted of no
more than 200 odd 250 copies, printed for Avery in Antwerp. A second
edition followed after two years, the number increased in view of the
books success. A third edition lacks a date, but there was a fourth
edition in 1899.

Various true-life sexual adventures of the then Prince of Wales are
mentioned in the book, showing him in an unfavorable light. Other
members of the Royal Family mentioned include the Prince of Wales'
homosexual son, Prince Albert Victor. Towards the end of the novel
Queen Victoria makes an appearance, though briefly, along with her
personal attendant, the Scottish gillie John Brown, though in this
regard the writer is circumspect.

All in all it may be stated that The Royal Scandal was not a novel that
a soon to be monarch would wish to be read and laughed over by his
friends in the aristocracy or his humbler subjects.

The word was given to Scotland Yard that Edward Avery was to be
suppressed, and this was swiftly done. What happened to the stock
seized from his shop is not surely known the police are required to
destroy obscene publications, and perhaps they did so. However a
considerable number of The Royal Scandal appear to have survived, and
change hands nowadays in the sales room for upwards of Two Hundred and
Fifty Pounds in good condition.

There has been much speculation on the identity of the author who wrote
the novel for Avery.

Three known Victorian writers of erotica have been named, but there is
no overwhelming evidence for any of them over the others. They are, not
in any order of probability, the following.

Lord John Impole, who was a Page Boy in the Royal Household some years
before the events related in the book, and therefore very familiar with
Buckingham Palace and the people concerned. He was ostracized by the
Prince of Wales and Society in general for setting up home in Battersea
with his wife's cook maid, and may have sought revenge by writing this
novel.

Alexander McKendrie Hammond QC, a barrister at law, who represented
Lady Amelia Dobbson in her action for damages against a newspaper which
hinted at an unnatural connection between her and the Hon Mrs. Eleanor
Sunderland. An earlier novel of Hammond's entitled The Pleasures of
Woman became something of an underground classic and has been recently
republished.

The Rev Desmond Claxton, Vicar of St. Matthias the Less in Pimlico,
author of Spanking Times, a minor classic of choirboy seduction and
flagellation. He was unfrocked in 1883 after his vestry pranks were
discovered. During the time he was vicar at Pimlico, Lady Bronwyn
affribley-Cherton was a parishioner and, as Claxton's unpublished
Memoirs reveal, his informant for many years on the high jinx of High
Society.

So much for the contenders for authorship of the book which sent Edward
Avery to prison. Queen Victoria died in January of 1901, but which time
Avery had served his sentence and was a free man again. The Prince of
Wales was crowned King Edward VII and continued his life of fun and
frolics in Britain and abroad especially in France and Germany
untroubled by any further publications about Royal scandals.

CHAPTER 1
A Game of Baccarat with Congenial Friends

Many of the general public have seen the name of a gentleman of very
high position mentioned in daily newspapers in connection with the
prosecution of several vile creatures associated with baccarat games in
a house in the West End of London. The lesser actors in this
indescribably loathsome scandal, the whippers in of wealthy young fools
to be fleeced, were sentenced to some months of imprisonment, but it
was known to be the case that a number of aristocrats who were mixed up
in it were not arrested and the ends of justice were thereby defended.

The reason for this monstrous perversion of justice with, it need
hardly be said, the deliberate and shameful connivance of the
authorities, was rumored to be that if these gentleman were brought
into open court and questioned, it would not be possible to conceal the
fact that a far more distinguished and more highly placed personage
than themselves was inculpated in these disgraceful activities.

Moreover it was strongly rumored by those with some claim to be close
to these deplorable events, that more was involved than mere card
sharking. Hints were thrown out that irregular sexual practices played
a part, and that the personal charms of married ladies were put at the
disposal of participants in certain games of chance.

The author of this present account has looked very narrowly into the
whole matter, and has been honored by the confidences of the royal
person whose name was so grossly traduced, and is absolutely certain
that there is no jot nor tittle of truth for the calumny linking the
name of his royal highness with certain events elsewhere alleged. Since
the present author honors and respects the royal personage thus alluded
to, considering him to be in every way worthy of the exalted position
he holds, it is his judgment that a true version of events should be
set out for the information of the loyal public.

Enough has been said to indicate that the protagonist of what follows
in this account is none other than His Royal Highness Prince Henry, a
grandson of our gracious Sovereign, Her Majesty Queen Victoria, and son
of the late and much lamented Prince Arthur. The train of circumstance
leading to the scandalous misrepresentation of Prince Henry's actions
may be fairly said to have begun on an October morning in the year 1888
when his Highness awoke to find himself not in his own bed in
Buckingham Palace, but in a strange bed beside a warm human form.

Here let it be said frankly and openly that, at the age of twenty
years, Prince Henry was no stranger to the pleasures of female
companionship, having lost his virginity to a titled Maid of Honor not
long after his sixteenth birthday, since when he had pursued the
delights of fucking at every opportunity. When he awoke in the morning
on which this narrative begins, he was unable at first to recall with
any certainty the events which led to his being in someone else's bed.

To jog his memory, the Prince reached under the bedclothes to touch his
companion lightly, and found his hand resting on a bare warm titty. On
feeling lower down his bed mate, he came across a plump bare belly, at
the base of which was a profuse thicket of curls. His hand roamed
freely over bare thighs like cushions stuffed with swans down, then
back up to the weighty pair of titties that had first aroused his
interest. In short, the female sharing the bed with him was perfectly
naked.

She lay on her side, one hand under her cheek on the pillow, her eyes
closed and her breathing regular. His Highness let his hand rest
comfortably on the uppermost of her titties whilst he pondered the
events of the previous evening and how he came to be here at the side
of a black hared woman of five and thirty or thereabouts, whose naked
condition gave him cause to believe that she had allowed him to fuck
her before falling asleep.

By degrees, some semblance of what had occurred came back to him. After
dinner the previous evening he had been carried off by Captain Jerrold
Bolsover, who held a position of importance in Her Majesty's Household
to play cards with some friends of his at a house in Winton Crescent.
The hosts were Mr. and Mrs. Cuthbert Willoughby-Codrington, a couple
the Prince had not met before, but who were described by Jerrold
Bolsover as jolly and damned good sports.

The description proved true Willoughby-Codrington was a man of forty
something, bluff and genial of manner, with the best set of side
whiskers Prince Henry remembered seeing, and solicitous of the comfort
and well being of his dozen guests. His spouse, Mrs. Willoughby-
Codrington, was a fine looking woman, with jet black hair and creamy
complexion, not merely a face and arms but of bosom also, her satin
evening gown being cut low enough to give a chap a fine view of a plump
pair of titties.

The party went with a swing, the champagne flowed like water, as the
saying has it, servants scurrying about with trays and bottles, while
the company played at baccarat. Prince Henry as the person of highest
rank present was naturally the guest of honor and the cynosure of every
eye. Mrs. Willoughby-Codrington sat beside him at the gaming table and
made sure his glass was kept properly charged and now and then murmured
a word or two of advice on the play.

As host Cuthbert Willoughby-Codrington was banker and dealt the cards.
Prince Henry's luck was prodigious for the first half hour he could not
lose, and the brightly colored wooden chips rose high on the green
baize in front of him. By then he had drunk a whole bottle of champagne
and was in a mood of high elation to the point where he began to double
up his stakes. In a most good natured manner, his hand under the gaming
table touched on Mrs. Willoughby-Codrington's thigh.

Had she pulled away from the touch in haughty disdain, he at once would
have apologized lightly and pleaded the distraction of his attention by
the play on the table. The lady did no such thing indeed, she smiled at
him pleasantly and indicated to a footman that His Highness's glass
needed to be refilled. Thus given the freedom of the brought, so to
speak, the Prince then explored with his concealed hand the provocative
curves of Mrs. Willoughby-Codrington's thighs through her satin gown.

The turn of the cards on the table lost much of it's former interest
for him, especially when he sensed his hostess's legs move apart within
her gown, thus enabling his questing fingers to slide upwards towards
her belly. He pressed downwards gently to push the satin between her
legs, trying to get a feel of her pussy through gown and underclothes.
That proved impossible, to his regret, but disappointment was quickly
banished when the unperturbed lady placed a furtive hand below the
table top and raised her skirts up to her knees.

Scarce able to believe his good fortune, for the run of cards were
still in his favor and his winnings amounted by then to at least Five
Hundred Pounds, and now this superb invitation extended by a damn good
looking lady, the Prince slipped his hand between her thighs, expecting
to touch the fine fabric of expensive drawers. Instead, his hand rested
on warm Yielding flesh, and it struck him with the force of a
thunderbolt to realize that his hostess wore no undergarment to cover
thighs, pussy or backside!

Red faced with his excitement at his discovery, His Highness drained
his glass and saw it filled again. His hand moved up an expanse of warn
bare thigh, inching its way towards the goal of her pussy. The cards
had lost all meaning for him his shaft stood hard on in his evening
trousers and he almost betrayed himself when he felt Mrs. Willoughby-
Codrington's dainty little hand rest over his throbbing bulge.

The card game continued, and His Highness played on, flipping large
denomination gambling chips out across the table without troubling
himself to count loss or gain, for his eager fingers had attained their
goal at last, and he was stroking the soft lips of his hostess's pussy.
Her hand lay clasped over his big hard bulge and rocked up and down in
a discreet little motion that sent thrills of pleasure through the
Prince. Never had he known so delicious a game of baccarat!

By midnight, when the game came to an end, Prince Henry was very drunk,
had lost all the chips he had started the game with and more beside and
was like to come in his trousers if Mrs. Willoughby-Codrington
continued her rubbing of his Royal person for more than another thirty
seconds. The winner of the game overall appeared to be Willoughby-
Codrington himself, who had accumulated an immense pile of counters in
front of him and was settling up accounts, which signified being paid
off by most of other players.

To remove the Prince well away from the distressing scene of
unfortunates handing large bank of England notes to the winner, or
writing checks, Mrs. Willoughby-Codrington led him into the drawing
room. They stood together by the fireplace where a cheerful fire
burned, and were served with more French champagne. By ones and twos
the other guests came in to join them, their score paid, most with
rueful expressions and some few with faces black as thunder, according
to their losses and their ability to bear them.

Captain Bolsover was among the last to reach the drawing room and
hasten to the Prince's side. In response to the Prince's question, he
claimed to have lost only a tenor in play, good luck having returned to
his side towards the end of the game. A further query by His Highness
as to how much he himself owed to Willoughby-Codrington, the Captain
pulled a long face and said it was over a Thousand Pounds.

A combination of champagne and the feel of a charming lady's pussy had
put Prince Henry in so exhaled a frame of mind that the large sum of
money made no impression on him he laughed and instructed the Captain
to convey his compliments to their host and tell him a banker's draft
would be sent round the next day to settle the debt of honor. At that,
the gallant Captain eyed him doubtfully, but went away to do as he was
bid.

Of the dozen guests, four were ladies, and these now thronged about the
Prince, their husbands left in corners to amuse each other as best they
could. All were presented to Prince Henry by Mrs. Willoughby-
Codrington, and curtsied deeply to him, giving him delightful glimpses
of creamy skinned titties down the tops of evening gowns. In his
condition of pleasant intoxication it had escaped his mind that his
prick was standing hard on as a pike staff, but the fact was noticed by
the ladies, who in the course of their graceful curtsying could not
fail to observe the long upright prominence in His Highness's Trousers.

Smiles and nods and soft whispers were exchanged between the ladies on
this phenomenon, for even the mere fantasy of being fucked by a Royal
shaft is perfectly irresistible to females of all classes and
conditions, married or unmarried, especially if the bearer of the shaft
in question is a fine looking and well mannered young gentleman, who
looked sturdy enough to make the poking an experience of long duration
and intense thrills.

So surrounded by attentive and flirtatious woman, who smelled
deliciously of costly scent and face powder, with gleaming arms and
shoulders naked above fashionable evening gowns, it was if Prince Henry
were in Heaven, being ministered to by Seraphs and Angels. He smiled,
he spoke, he laughed, he was manly, he was gracious, his hand touched
an arm here and a hand there to emphasize whatever point he thought he
was making. Throughout, his stiff prick throbbed against his belly,
causing the ladies to flutter about him like pretty moths about a
candle flame.

If only he could commit to memory the names of these lovely ladies, all
so eager to please him he was quite certain that if he could pay any of
them an afternoon call in their own home at a time when husbands were
out at their club poking their mistress elsewhere, not one of these
delectable creatures would refuse him a feel of their titties or the
use of their pussy to fuck soundly on the sofa in their own drawing
room! There was an Alice and a Letitia and a Sopia... but the champagne
had diminished His Highness's natural powers of concentration, and he
could only smile and hope that fate would bring him together with some
of these ladies in the future.

One thought did occur to him he beckoned across the room to Jerrold
Bolsover, who was deep in conversation with three other gentlemen, When
Jerrold came to his summons, the Prince took him by the arm and led him
a little apart from the ladies, not to be overheard while he asked
Bolsover to compile in secret a list of the names of the ladies present
and give it to him the next morning - complete with their town
addresses.

"All of them, sir?" Gerald asked, his eyebrows raised. "Every one," the
Prince confirmed.

The jollification's continued unchecked, the excellent bubbly being
poured without pause. At some stage of the proceedings the Prince found
himself standing by French windows that gave onto a stone balcony
overlooking Wilton Crescent, deserted at this time of night save for
the occasional coach bringing home a resident. Feeling somewhat heated,
the Prince pulled open the glass doors and stepped outside for a breath
of fresh air.

He was not alone for long. There at his side stood his genial and
agreeable host, Cuthbert Willoughby-Codrington, a cheerful smile on his
bewiskered face whilst he spoke lightly but with an underlying gravity,
though the Prince had no concept of the subject of the conversation.

"Damn fine party," said the Prince, "'straordinarily grateful to you
and your charming lady... must go now... where the devil has Bolsover
got to?"

"No need to dash away, Your Highness," said the smiling host, "I know
Myrtle would much appreciate another word with you - if you would be so
very gracious."

"Myrtle... a fine name for a very fine woman," Prince Henry said,
smiling at the recollection of his hand stroking Myrtle Willoughby-
Codrington's bare pussy under the table while her husband wasted his
time dealing cards on the green baize.

"A treasure among woman," her husband agreed. "May I take it then sir,
that you will receive me at Buckingham Palace at ten tomorrow morning,
to settle the outstanding account between us, or perhaps eleven o'clock
would be more convenient to you?"

"Ten o'clock in the morning would will be perfectly convenient, "said
the Prince, whose interest was not in outstanding accounts at all, but
in his outstanding prick, and how soon it could be got up any one of
the ladies in the room.

"As a loyal subject of Her Majesty, your revered Grand Mama, it would
grieve me sadly to be the cause of the least trouble or inconvenience
to your Highness," said the other, his voice fraught with heavy
significance. "The actual sum due to me amounts to one thousand five
hundred and fifty pounds. Will that be alight?"

Prince Henry waved away the highly insulting thought that any gentleman
of standing would fail to acknowledge a gambling debt of honour,
whatever the amount. In some deep recess of his mind he dimly knew the
amount Willoughby-Codrington wanted was quite enormous - far more than
the Prince could repay - but on the other hand, there was no sum
greater than One hundred pounds that he could pay anyone at that time,
so it mattered little whether he owed one thousand five hundred or
fifteen thousand pounds, or one hundred and fifty thousand pounds - it
would not be paid, and that was the end of the matter.

Falsely reassured that the debt would be paid on the morrow,
Willoughby-Codrington took himself off, and in another minute or two
his lovely wife Myrtle came out on the balcony to join the Prince.
After an inconsequential remark or two, she claimed to be uncomfortably
chilly out in the night air, and in order to prove to the Prince the
truth of her assertion, she took his hand and laid open the palm on the
upper portion of her bosom, where her evening gown did not cover her
round titties.

Her skin was indeed cool to the touch, and Prince Henry was delighted
by the voluptuous sensation under his hot hand. With a sigh of pure
pleasure, he turned to face his hostess squarely and thrust his hand
down inside her gown until he had a plump warm titty in his grasp.

"Why, yes," said he softly, "what you say is true the night air will
repress your lovely spirits if we stand here longer. I was thoughtless
to subject you to this risk."

Nevertheless, now that he was giving her titties a good feel, Myrtle
Willoughby-Codrington lost her anxiety to go back inside the house. She
was almost a head shorter than the Prince, and she gazed up fondly into
his eyes, an expression of bliss and eager anticipation on her face,
whilst her hand rubbed gently along his prick through the front of his
trousers.

With all the dash and foolhardiness engendered by a surfeit of first
rate champagne, Prince Henry informed her that though there were
several pretty ladies present that evening, each one of whom he would
gladly fuck if he had a chance to do so, the lady whose beauty he most
yearned to view unclothed and in its naked and pristine purity was none
other than Myrtle herself.

To hear her Christian name on a Prince's lips affected deeply the lady
concerned. She heaved a deep sigh that caused the titty he held to
quiver within his grasp, and insisted that a faithful wife of high
moral standards and of a religious frame of mind, in all feminine
modesty and self esteem, could not countenance unchaste suggestions of
that king from a gentleman. Yet it must be admitted, on the other hand,
that when a member of the Royal Family expressed so very flattering a
wish, a loyal subject of the crown must consider carefully whether in
fact duty required her to accede to it.

After gazing into the Prince's somewhat fuddled face for some seconds,
Mrs. Willoughby-Codrington evidently came to some sort of conclusion to
her moral dilemma. She took his arm lightly to lead him back through
the French window into the drawing room, which to his surprise was
empty of people. When he inquired as to their whereabouts, his kindly
hostess told him that everyone had gone home, the hour being late.

"But where is Captain Bolsover?" His Highness asked. "He at least
cannot leave without me, being officially in attendance."

My husband thought it for the best if the Captain went up to bed,
Myrtle replied for he is sadly in drink and incapable of carrying out
his duties.

"Where is your husband then?" Prince Henry asked, gazing about him
vaguely whilst she conducted him across the drawing room and to the
landing of the main staircase.

"He too, has retired for the night," Myrtle replied, "feeling a trifle
indisposed, and he asked me to present his sincerest apologies to Your
Highness for not being here to wish you a goodnight."

"This is damned irregular," the Prince murmured. His protest made, he
lapsed into silence, for his head was spinning and he was unsure what
to do next. Myrtle had no such doubts. She put a steadying arm about
his waist to help him up the stairs, not down to the ground floor and
the front door and a carriage to take him to Buckingham Palace. He was
glad of the support, though quite unaware of where he was and why, and
soon found himself sitting on the side of a four poster bed hung in
dark blue with yellow tassels.

Naturally, he had been accustomed for the whole of his life to being
dressed and undressed by servants, and it seemed in no way unusual when
Myrtle Willoughby-Codrington helped him out of his tail coat and off
with his white bow tie and waistcoat. She sat him on the side of the
bed whilst she removed his shoes and undid all the buttons of his
trousers and pulled them down his legs.

He was trying to catch a glimpse of her creamy white titties down the
front of her evening gown and paid no attention of her pulling his
shirt over his head and taking off his silk socks. It was when he found
himself completely naked in bed, and Myrtle standing beside it and
removing her clothes, that a keen interest in fucking revived.

"You've a fine pair of titties," he said in admiration when she slipped
the straps of her chemise off her shoulders and let it slide down her
body.

He had forgotten in his drunkenness that she wore no pants, but the
fact now made itself evident again with the removal of her chemise, for
her only remaining clothing was her stockings. She was standing face on
to him during her undressing, enabling him to gaze fully and fondly at
the pussy he had fingered under the gaming table in the drawing room.

What he saw he liked greatly. Myrtle Willoughby-Codrington's pussy was
full and prominent, a plump fleshy mound, adored by thick black curls,
and split down the middle into to thick pouting lips. "Oh!" said he
softly at the sight of this delight, for he recognized it to be no
meager little slit for occasional half hearted use by a husband, but a
superb well developed and well exercised pussy for continual vigorous
employment.

She turned down the gas lights set about the walls of the bedroom and
laid herself beside him. The curtains had not been drawn across the
windows and there was light enough to be able to see all that went on.
Prince Henry's hands went immediately to her titties, each a large
handful of warm soft flesh which he squeezed and rolled.

Nor was Myrtle content to remain passive in these lascivious
transactions, for she took the half hard princely shaft in the palm of
her hand and gave it a good feel and a rub, no doubt in the
praiseworthy intent of rousing it to its greatest length of span and
hardness. Prince Henry thought himself in paradise to find himself
lying on Myrtle's broad and plump white belly, her legs widely parted
to open the way for him. Drunk or sober, the Prince had never in his
life declined to fuck a lady willing to place her person at his
disposal.

At the first push his shaft sank in to the limit in her ready
commodity, slippery with the dew of her desire to be poked. Her white
arms were about his neck, pulling him down onto the soft cushions of
her titties, and her legs spread wider yet on the bed to welcome his
throbbing shaft as deep into her belly as it could reach. Acute thrills
of pleasure ran through him and he fucked his new female friend with
the strength and enthusiasm of youth, until she cried out in bliss and
he fetched off in her in creamy spurts.

After that agreeable event, he dozed off still lying on top of her, and
she lay still and let him do so, savoring the feel of his cock inside
her pussy until it softened and grew small again and slipped out.
Prince Henry was awoken some time later to find Myrtle on top of him!
He neither new nor cared how it was she had managed to make his cock
stand up again, and had inserted it into her pussy as she sat astride
his belly.

He reached up sleepily to take hold of her dangling titties, and felt
them while she rode slowly up and down on his cock. The sensations of
delight crept through him, and through her also for she removed his
hands from her titties and held his wrists down on either side of his
head on the pillow, so that she was able to lie forward over him and
dangle her titties just above his face.

At once he raised his head and took her nearest teat between his teeth
in a firm yet gentle grip. Myrtle gasped loudly and rode him faster,
and through the befuddlement of drunkenness, he felt how her wet cunt
held and sucked at his cock with a deft determination that pleased him
greatly.

"Is that to your liking, your Highness?" she cried, rising up and down
on his belly as if she sat astride a brisk trotting horse.

"Dear Myrtle how eager you are," he sighed, feeling that in a moment or
two more her busy cunt would make him come off.

"Rightly so," she replied, "for you are a grandchild of our beloved
sovereign, and England expects that every woman will do her duty, by
putting her pussy at your royal disposal."

"If I were King, I would make you a countess!" said he, and jerked up
his loins to meet her rapid downward thrusts. "The countess of Hornsey
Rise, for that has an appropriate sound for a lady of your excellent
abilities."

She chuckled at that, and leaned a little further forward to stuff the
end of a fat tittie in his open mouth, for he had of necessity
relinquished it to speak. He sucked fiercely on it, drawing as much of
her soft flesh into his mouth as would go in. Spasms of bliss flitted
through his belly, and Myrtle's hot pussy milked him with such
determination that he came off. The sensations were so great in their
intensity and the Prince was unable to check a cry of ecstasy. Then a
rapid shuddering seized him and Myrtle too whilst his sticky essence 
flooded up his bounding shaft and into her. She was overpowered by her
throbs of bliss to the extent that she sank forward to lie on him
heavily, her mouth pressed to his mouth in a long hot kiss. She came
off very silently, but Prince Henry moaned in joy into her open mouth
and thrashed his legs about on the mattress as he spurted into her
heaving belly.

That much of the night before's proceedings came back to him whilst he
lay beside the sleeping lady. Several questions were left unanswered,
namely, where was Mr. Willoughby-Codrington and what would be the
nature of his conduct to discover another had fucked his charming wife?
How was the Prince to make good his escape before the Willoughby-
Codrington household awoke? And, if he got safe outside the house, were
there any cabs about this early in the day to take him to Buckingham
Palace?

These considerations were agitating Prince Henry's mind when he heard
Myrtle begin to stir beside him. He was curious as to what exactly she
would do when she discovered who it was who shared her bed, and he
pretended to be asleep, watching her secretly through almost closed
eyes. Her first action surprised, and yet pleased him, for she awoke
and put her hand between her legs to feel her pussy, as if fond
recollections of the night's poking made her long for still more. Her
eyes began to sparkle at the touch of her fingers on her pussy and she
blushed pink with pleasure, giving the Prince a distinct impression
that she had parted the soft pink lips and was fingering herself.

Presently she turned on her side towards her companion who still slept,
as she thought and turned back the bedclothes until she had uncovered
his body. Though the month was October and the hour was very early, the
Prince felt no unpleasant cold air on his bare body, and for this he
could not account, until he heard burning coals settle in the fire
grate. There was a fire burning to warm the room which indicated that a
servant had been in some time before to light it.

The implication was obvious. By now every last servant in the household
down to the boot boy and kitchen skivvy had learned by gossip that
their mistress had been fucked last night by a member of the Royal
Family! That could lead to difficulties. Fortunately for Prince Henry's
peace of mind, these dismal thoughts were banished by very agreeable
sensations in his limp Dick. Myrtle had raised it tenderly in her hand
from where it hung small and soft between his legs, and she handled it
gently for some moments, hoping that it would rise for her.

When its response was slower than she desired, for there was much on
the Prince's mind at the time, she slid herself around in the bed and
put her face down to his thighs, took the head of his cock between her
lips and licked it delicately with the tip of her tongue. very quickly
she brought it to the state of hard on stiffness she required

"My big strong darling!" Prince Henry heard her whisper to his new
risen shaft, her little lapping tongue sent through him such thrills of
pleasure that he was near on ready to come off in Myrtle's mouth. Then
she pulled it out and clasped it full handed, rubbing up and down
firmly, while she thus addressed the thick cock she was manipulating.

"To feel this darling cock inside me last night was the most marvelous
feeling of my life," she murmured. "How strong it was, how beautiful,
how regal! Its vigorous motion raised me to the very apex of bliss, and
when it poured the hot elixir of majesty into me, I thought I would die
with joy."

To a young Prince, words like these were flattering beyond all
description. This dear lady with the plump titties and the clinging wet
pussy thought him almost god like when he fucked her! Had it been in
his power to bestow titles, he would have created her a duchess on the
spot and given her a poke by way of accolade!

"Oh, what wonderful royal essence he gushed into me," he heard Myrtle
sigh next, her moving hand rousing quivers of delight in his belly,
"the seed of Kings and Princes, the very essence of the British Empire
spurting from his darling loins! I feel it in me and I nearly expire in
bliss! I must see it!"

Her clasped fingers slid rapidly on Prince Henry's straining cock, and
it required all the will power he could muster then to restrain himself
and keep up the pretense that he slept and she could use his cock as
she wished. Even so, this he could not endure for long, for her
manipulation was fast bringing on the inevitable result, the Prince's
belly twitched and he fetched off in Myrtle's hand.

More than her hand! His joyful fluid spurted strongly enough to her
stimulation to shoot beyond her clasping hand and splash on her broad
white belly. At that she moaned in deep delight, tugging at his cock to
draw out every last creamy drop. Then she released him and, after a
moment or two, he opened his eyes and pretended to wake up. The
pretense was not necessary, for as he saw Myrtle was far too engrossed
in her own immediate concerns to pay him any attention.

Whilst he watched, she raised her cupped hand to her mouth and put out
her tongue to taste the warm white royal elixir. A long sigh escaped
her, and she quickly put her hand down to her pussy and smeared the
precious elixir over her black curls and the pouting lips of her pussy.
"Oh," she sighed, her legs kicking out as an involuntary sensual spasm
overtook her.

Prince Henry waited until she had recovered and turned about in the bed
to bring her head back on the pillow close to his. A gracious smile
played about his face as he put his hand where hers had been a moment
ago and felt her pussy and the smooth moistness of his fetching off on
the warm pouting lips. Myrtle opened her eyes and gazed in breathless
admiration into his. No words were needed between them. The Prince
pulled her to him, belly to belly on their sides, and lifted her
uppermost leg over his hip. His cock was hard, though only two or three
minutes had passed since he spent in Myrtle's rubbing hand, for her own
little spasm had aroused him furiously again. "Ah!" she sighed, feeling
him direct his cock into her wet pussy and pushing it well home.

Her eyes rolled upwards in her head as if she were swooning, such was
the ecstasy with which she greeted his insertion into the luscious
sheath of warm flesh that received its length.

At first they lay motionless, his hands resting on her plump titties,
content for the moment to savour the delicious thrill of his manly part
deep inside her pussy It was Myrtle who broke the spell she began a
slight motion with her hips, so delightful that Prince Henry willingly
responded. Shaft slid in wet pussy, creating sensations so glorious
that both the partners in this early morning exercise thought they
would die of pleasure.

This continued with rising expectations for perhaps nine or ten
minutes, by which time the Prince's nervous system could tolerate no
more. He cried out and spent in a frenzy of short fast pokes, shooting
his vital essence into her sucking belly. Myrtle screamed from excess
of emotion to feel it spurt in her, and came off most vigorously.

CHAPTER 2
The Dawning of True Love

Safely back in his suit of rooms in Buckingham Palace after an eventful
evening and an even more eventful night in the company of the
Willoughby-Codrington's, Prince Henry discarded evening attire at last
and sat in dressing gown and slippers with a pot of coffee brought by
his valet, to take stock of what seemed to be a somewhat awkward
predicament.

When sent for secretly, Captain Jerrold Bolsover had got him safely out
of the house in Wilton Crescent. Yet even then, when Jerrold stood
outside the bedroom door to announce that he had a handsome cab waiting
outside, the Prince had been reluctant to surrender the fleshy charms
of Myrtle, who lay naked on the bed with a sad expression on her face
to see him go, and her dainty white hand resting lightly over her
pussy, to draw attention to it rather than to conceal it from the
Prince's eager gaze.

For two pins, as the old saying goes, Prince Henry would have taken off
the shirt and trousers he had just put on, and jumped back on the bed
to give darling Myrtle another quick poke by way of farewell. But
Jerrold was tapping urgently on the damned door, and insisting they
went before the lady's husband roused himself from slumber and
perambulated through the house. "The scandal, sir think of the scandal
if you are discovered in a married lady's bedchamber!" Jerrold hissed
through the door, and with a disconsolate shake of his head to the
willing Myrtle Willoughby-Codrington, the Prince completed his dressing
and signalled his intention of returning, should fate favour so
desirable a conjunction, by kissing her lips, her titties, her plump
belly and her dark haired pussy.

The manner of his departure from the house as arranged by the Captain
was, to say the very least of it, undignified. The two of them left not
through the front door into the Crescent, and not even through the
servants' hall and kitchen and up the area steps, but by means of the
back door, into the mews. As Jerrold had promised, a cab stood there,
and set off at a spanking trot the instant the Prince and his companion
were safe inside.

Nevertheless, the facts which the Prince found it necessary to review
in the comfort and privacy of his own sitting room in the Palace were
melancholy in the extreme. Item: he had lost at baccarat a sum of over
one thousand five hundred pounds to Willoughby-Codrington, who was
shortly to present himself at the Palace gate expecting payment and he
might well get shitty if refused.

Item: the Prince had passed the night fucking Mrs. Willoughby-
Codrington in her own bed and had been observed naked with her by
whichever servant made up the fire in the early morning.

Item: in the usual course of servants' chatter, it was likely that it
had been brought to Willoughby-Codrington's attention that he had been
cuckolded that night by a member of the Royal House, and he might not
be patriot enough to take it for the signal honour it so clearly was
the fellow might be ill bred and cad enough to seek satisfaction
through the courts of law. That could be damnably unpleasant.

Prince Henry had been a small child when his Uncle Bertie, as the
Prince of Wales was known to him, had been forced to appear in a court
of law and swear on oath that he had never been the lover of Lady
Harriet Mordaunt. She, the poor lady, put in the family way by Uncle
Bertie or her husband, had been smitten by severe pangs of conscience,
and confessed to Mordaunt that she had done very wrong with the Prince
of Wales, often and even in broad daylight. Mordaunt had not regarded
it as his duty to let uncle Bertie make use of his wife, and had sued
for divorce.

Naturally, the judge had taken the word of the Prince rather than that
of a fallen woman, but there had been very much talk and speculation,
and Her Majesty the Queen was angry and highly perturbed at the slur on
her son's honour and reputation. Then there had been the awkward
business with the delectable Mrs. Lilly langtry. Uncle Bertie had been
fucking her for ages, and only gave her up when her husband let it be
known through the gutter newspapers that he was contemplating an action
for divorce in which the Prince of Wales would be named.

In the light of Uncle Bertie's problems with irate husbands and the
wrath of Queen Victoria, it was unthinkable for Prince Henry to risk
getting himself into the same plight. It was easy enough to guess the
course of action his Royal Grand mama would follow if he erred -- he
would find himself overnight a junior lieutenant in the Navy, or on a
frigate leaving to sail round the world, putting in to show the flag at
every British Colony, Dominion and Possession from Gibraltar to New
Zealand, and back to Canada and the Faulkland Islands.

Prince Henry shuddered to contemplate so fearful a fate his only home a
tiny cabin in the bowels of an uncomfortable ship, no shore leave by
Royal Command, and no sight of a white woman or any other color either
for two or three years! Given a choice, the Prince would have rather
chosen to serve the time in a jail ashore. Dartmoor, perhaps. Whatever
was required, he would go to any extreme to save himself from the
Queen's anger and the consequent misery. As events transpired, it was
not possible for him to receive Willoughby-Codrington that morning as
arranged. Inattention to the daily court circular was one of the
Prince's failings, and only when his valet came to remind him it was
time to dress for the service of thanksgiving did he become aware that
the junior members of the Royal Family were being sent that day to
attend a religious service at Westminster Abbey. The stated purpose of
it was to commemorate a minor poet, of whom Prince Henry had not heard,
a Mr. Matthew Arnold. It seemed that Her Majesty held the fellow's
versifying in some esteem.

Not that the Queen herself would be in attendance -- she never went to
boring public functions. And not even Uncle Bertie was going to be at
this one, which really put the damper on Arnold as anyone of
importance. In fact, when Prince Henry in morning coat and spats joined
the Royal party assembling to depart, he found that only his Uncle
Arthur, his cousin Maude, and a brace of second cousins had been
deputed for the outing.

The proceedings in the Abbey were excessively tedious, with clerics in
white nighties droning on, a choir singing mournful anthems, and some
damned old fellow in a frock coat reading out chunks of the late
lamented poet's verse. Prince henry listened for a while, but couldn't
make head or tail of it.

Thy brother world stirs at thy feet unknown
Who hath a monarch's hath no brother's part
Yet doth thine inmost soul with yearning teem
O what a spasm shakes the dreamer's heart
I too but seem

Only the word spasm caught the Prince's attention, and made him wonder
if the poem was about fucking and the sensual spasm of delight it
yielded.

Such delicious spasms as he had enjoyed that very morning, lying on
dear Myrtle Willoughby-Codrington's warm belly and stabbing in and out
of her pussy. There was no confounded seem about that, it was real
enough.

Now he came to think about it, there was a poem about spasm's and
fucking that the Prince knew, although whether it was penned by the
same chap, he had no inkling. At least it made much more sense that the
lines just read out.

When we were joined in love's most fierce embrace,
And pressed hot kisses on our every grace,
Around her pliant form my arms entwined,
Love's seat of bliss to me she then resigned!
We pant and throb, we both convulsive start!
O joy! What passions through our bodies dart!
We heave, we squirm, we bite, we shake, we sigh-
And in our blissful spasms together die!

In the opinion of Prince Henry, that was true poetry. It had none of
the vague yearnings of Mr. Arnold's lines, but described in full and
bravely the pleasures of the bed, the penetrating shaft, the vigorous
tupping, and the convulsions of coming. If Prince Henry could have his
way, the cove who composed those pleasing lines would be traced and
made poet Laureate in place of boring old Lord Tennyson, who was well
past it.

Thus allowing his baser emotions to become inflamed with lewd verses
about coming off instead of paying heed to the religious aspect of
things, Prince Henry stole a glance at a lady he long had a letch for.
The divine creature who so aroused his fancy was Lady Prudence
Frobisham, a twenty six year old beauty with hair like golden silk and
a figure to give a chap blissful dreams and a sticky night shirt. She
held the appointment of a Lady of the Bedchamber to the Prince's cousin
Maude, and her husband Frobisham was assistant Private Secretary to
Uncle Victor, who was not here today.

Prince Henry had never enjoyed an opportunity to speak to the lady,
though she and Frobisham were quartered in the Palace. He saw her at
receptions and balls and other functions from time to time, and never
failed to bestow a smile on her and incline his head graciously. She,
in turn, always returned his smile in a pleasant manner, whilst
curtsying briefly to him. To the Prince's great amusement, it so
happened that after the end of the service that the arrangements for
carriages were plunged wholly into confusion by the incompetence or
idleness of the officials responsible for the Royal Party's journey
back to Buckingham Palace. At the Abbey door, the Dean or whichever
cleric had the charge of the ceremony accompanied Uncle Arthur to the
waiting first carriage. Cousin Maude, who ought to wait for the second
carriage, also got in the first, anxious as the rest of them to get
away from this dreary business.

Seizing upon this heaven sent opportunity at once, the Prince urged his
simpering cousins and their attendants to go with the Duke in the first
carriage, and pay no regard to protocol and similar unnecessary
nonsense. When that was full and had driven off and the second carriage
drew up opposite the royal throng, he continued his juggling of his
relatives, who were quite used to being instructed what to do and where
to go to next and the plan that had formed in the Prince's mind was
complete! There were left only himself and Lady Frobisham to ride in
the last carriage.

In they got, the door was closed, the whip snapped and four matched
grey horses trotted it forward the day was a rainy one and for that
reason the Royal Party had ridden to the Abbey in closed carriages, not
the open ones that allowed the populace to stare at them and cheer
loyally. No sooner had they turned away from the great door of
Westminster Abbey and were making towards the Palace at a smart clip,
than Prince Henry pulled the blinds down over the windows.

"How extraordinary, why have you done that, Your Highness?" asked Lady
Frobisham, her lovely young face displaying intense puzzlement at this
very unorthodox procedure.

"Dear Lady Frobisham," said the Prince, "if I do not have two private
moments with you, I declare I shall fall ill and die of sheer
disappointment."

"What do you mean?" she cried.

"It cannot have escaped your attention, dear lady," said he, "that I am
smitten by cupid's dart and sigh away my heart each time I am
privileged to see your beautiful face and form about the Palace. Do not
tell me this is an adulterous passion, and that you are bound in
wedlock to another, and nothing ever may come of my sincerest yearnings
towards you, night after night I have lain awake thinking with deep
bitterness that very thought, yet I am emboldened by your charm of
person and nature to throw myself at your feet and countess all." There
was very little truth in Prince Henry's declaration. He did entertain
in his breast a letch for the lady, so much could be said to be in
accordance with the facts. that he sighed away his heart for her or for
any other female, was to falsify an emotion better described as mild
disappointment at not being in a position to give her titties a good
feel. Finally, to claim continuing nocturnal distress on her behalf
was, not to put too fine a point on it, an outright lie.

Nevertheless, lovers everywhere advance their prospects with their
beloved by means of romantic untruths, and Lady Frobisham heaved a sad
sigh at his words, a tiny tear starting to her eye and dazzling the
Prince for she too had certain unconfessed feelings toward him. "Oh,
you must never say such things to me, Your Highness," she said softly,
letting him see that she would welcome more of the same from him. "It
is utterly improper for you to address to a married female sentiments
of that kind."

"For ordinary persons that may be," said he in return, "but we of the
Royal Blood make our own propriety and are not bound by the laws of the
common men. I shall speak bluntly, dearest Lady Frobisham, for our time
together is short. Unless you accept my devotion and give me kind
surcease from the heartache that oppresses my soul and threatens my
life, unless you can bring yourself to look with compassion on my
wretchedness..."

At this point the Prince's impassioned declaration came to a halt, for
he had quite lost the thread of what he was saying, and had forgotten
what came next. What was it that would happen if the lady proved
unkind? The simple truth of it was that he would find some other more
obliging lady to cater to his sensual passions. Not that Lady Frobisham
was to know that. She imagined that some dire mishap of health or even
sanity would befall the Prince. By her nature and breeding she was the
most loyal and loving of all subjects of the crown, and she would go to
any length to prevent injury to the Prince. Especially as, a matter
already made plain, she had secret yearnings towards the person of the
noble Prince Henry.

Until this moment she had made no remark, and perhaps had not taken
note of the fact that within the carriage, Prince Henry and she sat not
opposite sides, as would be proper, face to face in polite conversation
to while away the tedium of the journey, but side by side and close
together on the leather seat. When the Prince laid his hand over hers,
which rested in her lap, it was then too late to discuss proper seating
arrangements.

"No woman could remain without sympathy for your sad plight," said she,
but alas, I fear there is nothing I can do to ease your grief without
playing my husband false, and that I would never, never do. Even while
she denied him the solace he sought, the warmth of her words testified
to the strong yearning for him that lurked unsuspected in her heart
until this very moment.

"Husbands bosh!" said the Prince. "Let us have no talk of them. Love is
a mighty passion, the ruler of all the world, one that will not be
turned away or refused."

"No, you must not!" cried Her Ladyship when the Prince took her little
hand in his and drew off her glove so that he might lift the palm to
his lips and press a loving kiss upon it.

"But I must," he whispered softly. "Nature has formed us for each
other, we cannot refuse to obey her command or withstand her impulse."

"No, no!" she exclaimed, and with all her strength she tried to push
him away from her, for his other arm was stealing about her waist. "You
must not tempt me in this manner, Your Highness for I can do no other
but remain true to my marriage vows to my dear husband."

"Dearest little Prudence," said the Prince, pulling her back to his
side with gentle force, "Frobisham pays no respect to the marriage vow,
that is well known. Why then should you deny yourself this chance of
true happiness?"

She did not speak for some moments, as if turning over in her mind the
import of his words. Meanwhile, Prince Henry, diligent as always in
sensual matters, had imprisoned her tender waist within the circle of
his arm, and with his free hand had undone the buttons of her short
jacket and was squeezing and moulding through her blouse and chemise
the plump flesh of he titties.

"I have struggled against my passion for you, in vain," she said
faintly, "and I have no choice now but to yield to it, for my strength
is failing me. But you must not dishonour me." In the Prince's heart
there burned an unquenchable fire of lust for Lady Frobisham's
beautiful person. He bowed his head and kissed her, his lips hot with
pent up craving, and her soft mouth returned his kiss with an intensity
that could not fail to delight him.

Whilst their mouths clung together in a kiss that drew out their very
souls and merged them in a transcendent embrace, the Prince's hand
reached down to insinuate itself under the hem of the lady's dress. He
slid his hot palm up her leg to her knee, then higher yet, between her
warm thighs, to the front opening of her draws. Without pausing, it
entered within the sanctum of femininity, his fingers brushing over
soft curls to touch the tender lips of her pussy.

At the same time her mouth had opened a little to permit the tip of his
wet tongue to enter in and touch her tongue and yet more daring, her
ungloved hand unbuttoned his trousers and slipped slowly and
imperceptibly inside, turning up out of the way his shirt front, until
it could take hold of his stiff and throbbing cock. "Prudence my
darling girl," he murmured while his own fingers pressed stealthily
between the soft lips of her pussy to touch the secret button of her
delight. She responded by sliding her gentle hand along the stiff
length of his cock, sending rapid little ripples of bliss throughout
his entire organism.

The curtain had not yet been rung down on the little comedy, though the
first act was drawing to its conclusion. The dress had flounced
petticoats of Lady Frobisham were raised into her lap, uncovering her
well rounded legs in white silk stockings, and her frilly legged
drawers. Her lovely plump thighs were lewdly parted, and the Prince's
hand rested between them, his fingers thrust through the slit of her
drawers, to feel her warm pussy within its nest of brown curls. Lady
Frobisham's hand was by no means unoccupied, for the Prince's trouser
buttons were wide open, proudly displaying the manly shaft that stood
out stiffly from between his thighs. The purple shiny head was
glistening with the earliest dew of lust, whilst Lady Frobisham stroked
it with her dainty white hand.

Here on the very threshold of bliss, Prince Henry discovered what his
beloved had meant when she said she would not let him dishonour her, in
spite of her declared passion for him. "What you seek from me is not
mine to give," said she. "Touch me though you may, with your overbold
hand between my legs, you must never hope to enjoy more than that."

"But I mean to fuck you!" the Prince declared, surprised at her words
and still unsure what they purported.

"That can never be," Lady Frobisham sighed deeply. "The very ordinary
female parts with which you are toying which appear to exert a strong
magnetic attraction over you, are not mine to dispose of as you well
know."

"Ordinary!" cried Prince Henry, tickling the female parts in question
with a deft finger, to carry the lady further towards a climax of
sensation and thereby soften her reluctance. "That is the most
untruthful and unworthy description of your darling pussy! The evidence
of my eyes and fingers combine to assure me that it is a treasure, warm
and pouting, soft and receptive, a pussy fashioned by Providence for
consent fucking."

"You exaggerate," she said faintly, "but even what you say were true,
it would avail you naught, I fear. Only one person may employ it for
the purpose you so provocatively describe."

"What? What?" the Prince exclaimed. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that those parts between my legs which you have pleased to call
a treasure belong wholly to Lord Frobisham, for he alone is my lawful
husband and therefore my sole permitted partner in sensual indulgence."

"But Frobisham has had his share of you," said Prince Henry. "He had
the indescribable joy of taking your maidenhead on your wedding night,
his was the first cock privileged to thrust up into your darling pussy,
he the first to fetch off in you! Now he pursues other woman, and I
claim what he has abandoned!"

"Never," she replied. "While Frobisham lives, my person is his to
command, even if he neglects me, I may not complain, nor may I seek
consolation with another. Not even a noble person to whom my heart
yearns!"

"You are cruel!" the Prince declared. "You do not love this man, wedded
though you may be. Why should not the one who loves you have the use of
your lovely person, and taste in your arms the supreme bliss?"

"No, no!" said Lady Frobisham. "No pleading words, nor plea for
compassion, however fiercely they may tear at my heart, and no looks or
caresses of love, be they never so tender, can ever pursuade me to
renounce that vow I took to Frobisham and permit another to make
surreptitious use of what is his by right."

"Good god!" said the Prince. "What a pother over a poke or two! This
stage role of patient Griselda does not please me at all, my dear
Prudence. Not one jot. I would not fall into disfavour with you for
words, sighed the lady her eyes cast down and a delicate pink flush on
her lovely cheeks, perhaps I have another way to please you." So
saying, she passed her hand up and down his cock with loving care,
massaging it so prettily that he was rendered speechless with delight
and sat staring down at what she did to him to solace his
disappointment.

"How magnificent your hard on part is!" she said, squeezing it in the
soft palm of her hand. "What a big strong male shaft, so very
appropriate to one of your high birth and position." Her unexpected
frankness of expression in regard to Prince Henry's cherished cock so
pleased him that it jumped for joy in her dainty white hand.

"He demonstrates his delight at your appreciation of him," said the
Prince. "You may address him as Lord Dickie, for that is the title I
have conferred upon him."

"Ah, he is a true nobleman," said Lady Frobisham softly, "and I am
greatly honoured to be of service to him."

"You truly find him pleasing?" asked Prince Henry, a foolish smile on
his handsome face as the Lady's caressing hand brought delicious
sensations to him.

"Lord Dickie is every inch an aristocrat," said she. "As you may
suppose, I have seen only one other male part in my whole life, being
very properly a maiden when Frobisham married me, since when I have
lived faithful to him. Yet were I still a green girl, virginal and
innocent, with no image on my mind of the appearance of a man's sexual
part, yours would impress upon me the measure of all others, the ideal
towards which they may strive, but can never hope to attain."

"You are very perceptive," sighed Prince Henry, lolling back against
the carriage seat, his eyes half closed in delight. "It is as I said
before, my dearest Prudence you and I were made for each other my key
for your lock, your smooth scabbard for my avenging sword, in short,
shaft and pussy were expressly designed one for the other. You know in
your heart it is so."

"This may not be," she declared sadly. "Had we met and fallen in love
before my marriage, I would have lain down for you with ineffable joy
in my heart, content forever to be your mistress, knowing I could never
be accepted as the consort of a Prince of the blood. But the decision
is made, there can be no going back but you shall have from me every
act of intimate friendship short of the insertion of Lord Dickie
between my legs."

"Lord Prudence, my dear you have a wonderful touch on a fellows cock,"
sighed the Prince.

A gracious inclination of her head acknowledged the praise he bestowed
upon her, and her long slender fingers moved faster on him, sending
such thrills through him that he sighed aloud and his stretched out
legs twitched uncontrollably. "It's as I hoped," Lady Frobisham
observed, "Lord Dickie is a perfect gentleman and allows himself to be
administered to by me with courtesy and refinement."

"He has formed a deep affection for you," Prince Henry said, his voice
faint, 'in a moment or two now he intends to pay his respects to you."

"I shall be flattered and honoured," said Lady Frobisham, "I have so
very often wished secretly for some mark of affection from you, for I
have dreamed of you many a time."

"And woken up with a wet pussy, and had to finger yourself to a lovely
spasm before you could sleep again?" the Prince asked in a voice that
was shaking wildly as his moment approached.

"You must not ask me such questions, for I cannot in modesty give you a
reply," she whispered, her hand fierce on his shaft. The Prince cried
out, his legs jerked spasmodically, and his essence came gushing up and
out, spraying her hand with creamy white spurts. "Oh the joy of it!"
cried she, flicking his cock very fast. "To have Lord Dickie pay his
compliments to me in this way, no words of mine can express my heart
felt gratitude and loyalty."

After Prince Henry had finished fetching off and been made decent
again, his buttons all fastened and his soft cock back in his trousers,
he sat up straight and thanked Lady Frobisham, declaring himself to be
so devoted to her person that her dear act of compassion had touched
him greatly. He gave her pussy a last stroke and turned down her
skirts, for their carriage was passing through the gates of Buckingham
Palace between scarlet coated guardsmen on sentry duty, and into the
courtyard where footmen in livery stood waiting to open the doors and
let down the steps for them to descend.

"It is kind of you to say so your Highness," Lady Frobisham responded.
I am entirely at your disposal to render a similar service to you
whenever the mood takes you. Prince Henry reminded himself that half a
loaf is better than no bread at all, in the words of the old saying,
and he made a solemn vow in the privacy of his thoughts, that he would
entice lovely golden haired Lady Frobisham into letting him fuck her
before the week was out.

CHAPTER 3
Perplexities of a Prince's Life

Though duty had required Prince Henry to put off his meeting with
Willoughby-Codrington, the latter gentleman did not intend to allow a
long postponement. He made it his urgent business to discover how long
the religious service at the Abbey was going to last, and timed his
arrival at Buckingham Palace shrewdly. A footman came to the Prince's
apartments to enquire if he would receive a Mr. Willoughby-Codrington
before even five minutes had elapsed since the return from Westminster
Abbey.

The Prince was not in the happiest frame of mind. His wooing of Lady
Prudence Frobisham had been rewarded with a feel of her pussy and a
quick spend in her pretty little hand, but not the full poke that he
had wanted and expected as his right. He had much to think about and
plans to devise for getting his cock up her soft cunt, and had little
relish for discussing gambling debts with a card sharper.

He had told the footman to send the unwanted visitor away, but Captain
Bolsover stayed his hand and advised him that it would be better to get
it over with. The Prince gave Jerrold a glare of distaste, before
consenting through clenched teeth to receive the damn fellow.
Willoughby-Codrington was attired very properly in frock coat and
striped trousers for calling upon Royalty in daylight hours and bowed
affably to the Prince, who refrained from returning his greeting or
asking him to sit down. This coldness in no way put Willoughby-
Codrington off his stroke, as the saying is. In respectful tones with
careful choice of words, he reminded Prince Henry of the little matter
of over fifteen hundred pounds outstanding.

To relieve the Prince of the mortification of confessing that he was
not able to pay, Jerrold intervened on his behalf with a well worded
explanation that there were other calls relating to certain charities
upon the Prince's purse at the time, which made it desirable to agree
some slight delay in honouring Willoughby-Codrington's claim.

"I understand perfectly your Highness," Willoughby-Codrington said,
addressing himself to the Prince, and I have devised for this very
purpose a plan which will relieve you for some years the irksome
necessity of meeting this payment. From an inside pocket he drew a
sheaf of papers, which had a distinctly legal appearance about them.
"Your Highness," said he when he had perused enough to grasp the
significance of what was written, "Mr. Willoughby-Codrington is
proposing an agreement under which he revives the money due to him now,
but is not required from you before you attain the age of twenty five,
at which time you will have full access to the inheritance left you by
his Royal Highness your late father."

"That seems a capital wheeze," said Prince Henry. "How is it done
Jerrold?"

"Simple enough sir. This document is a Promissory Note drawn up by Mr.
Willoughby-Codrington. If you graciously append your royal signature to
it he will convey it to another gentleman, who will at once pay out the
fifteen hundred and fifty pounds due to him. The papers will then
remain in they other gentleman's strongbox until you come into your
inheritance, whereupon he will present it for payment to you. In
essence, that is the plan proposed."

"Give me the papers," said Prince Henry, and I will sign at once. "Who
is the other gentleman who has so generously agreed to accommodate me
until I get the inheritance due to me?"

"He is a trusted business acquaintance, your Highness," said
Willoughby-Codrington, "Sir Nathan Rosenburg."

"Don't know the fellow," said the Prince, seating himself at his
writing desk to put his signature to the Promissory Note.

"But he knows your Highness by reputation," said Willoughby-Codrington
with a pleasant smile, and your exalted position guarantees the Note as
securely as if it were a Bank of England promise to pay. For this
reason the interest payable on the sum advanced is a mere fifty
percentum per annum." Calculation and arithmetic had never been the
Prince's strong suit. His notion of percentum was of the haziest, and
Jerrold made no effort to point out the sum which would accumulate over
five years in interest compounded.

When the signed papers were back in the extortionist's own pocket, he
bowed as charmingly as his portly figure would allow and conveyed Mrs.
Willoughby-Codrington's respects to the Prince and their joint wish
that he might grace their drawing room on an evening soon. "My good
lady has formed a deep attachment to Your Highness," said Willoughby-
Codrington, "as is her bounden duty as a loyal subject of the Crown.
She has asked me to convey that she would feel herself greatly honoured
to have the pleasure of receiving Your Highness, at any convenient
time."

Prince Henry thought for a moment of the utterly delightful way in
which Myrtle's pussy had received him and accommodated his fetching
off. A repetition of that pleasure would not come amiss, yet it would
be foolish to risk falling further into the power of her despicable
husband. To do so could be very costly, for the cad Willoughby-
Codrington might demand cash to keep silent about a Royal and intimate
connection of the sensual sort. As warm as was the Prince's letch to
fuck big bummed Myrtle, he felt it wiser to make his own private
arrangements to do so. He made therefore a bland reply to the
invitation and indicated that their business was concluded.

No sooner was Willoughby-Codrington gone from the room, and Captain
Bolsover after him, that the Prince felt an urgent need of female
solace to settle his upset emotions. With that in mind, he went to pay
his respects to Princess Charlotte, who was his favourite aunt, and
whose apartments were not far from his own, in the north wing of
Buckingham Palace. He found her in her private sitting room, giving
instructions to her private maid on some trivial domestic issue. Like
Prince Henry, the Princess was of a pink and well fed appearance, and
even at the age of thirty seven retained her looks and figure. Her long
fair hair was dressed upwards on her head, increasing her height, and
on this day she wore a blue frock with white lace cuffs to the sleeves.
She curtsied to the Prince, and he bowed to her, so observing the
correct formalities between them before they pressed hands and kissed
each other on the cheek. After that the Prince flung himself down on
the sofa, stuffed his hands in his pockets and let his handsome
features assume a look of melancholy appropriate to the disagreeable
emotions his encounter with Willoughby-Codrington had caused. The
Princess Charlotte recognised his uneasy frame of mind and so that they
might speak in confidence, she ordered her maid to leave and not return
until she was rung for.

That done, she seated herself beside the Prince and passed a hand
lightly over his brow. "Henry dear, do not frown so, or you will give
yourself lines on your forehead," said she. "Whatever is the matter?"

The Prince who trusted his aunt completely, told her of his misfortune
at cards and the papers he had signed for his debt. He explained his
certainty that it had been a trap set for him, a put up job between
Captain Bolsover and the odious Willoughby-Codrington and his
complaisant wife Myrtle had been hatched. "Ah, I begin to understand
better," said Aunt Charlotte, a sly smile on her face, you were invited
to fuck this female -- is that right? And without a thought, you did
so, for never in your life have you been able to say no to temptation
of any sort. This Codrington person who has two grounds on which to
base his wicked extortion -- a cheating card game and his wife's so
called honour. There are occasions, Henry, when you behave very
foolishly, as I have many times told you."

"I have the lascivious nature of all our house," said he, "is that my
fault?"

"Most fortunately, Willoughby-Codrington is only interested in money,
and quite ready to procure his wife for me whenever I have a letch for
her, he said as much. Nor does he want money now, which is convenient
as I have none, and between now and my coming of age I shall devise a
clever plot to do the beastly fellow down, mark my words!"

"Why do you suppose Jerrold Bolsover was in league with this vile
person to cheat you Henry? Was it for money -- or for the available
Mrs. Codders, who has codded you good and proper with her well used
slit?"

"Oh money, undoubtedly," said the Prince. "Jerrold has always been a
madman at the gaming tables. I am certain that he lost everything at
baccarat some time ago and was put up to involve me by the arch
criminal Codders to save himself from ruin. He is no longer my friend,
and if I could dismiss him, I would like a shot! But if I request his
removal, there is a risk he may sneak on me, and so I fear I must put
up with him for now. But he shall rue the day!"

"He has behaved shamefully!" cried Charlotte. "And from this moment on
he is no friend of mine either!"

"Thank you dearest Auntie I am grateful to hear that you will no longer
make use of him to poke you when you have a mind to be brought off.
After so disgraceful a betrayal of his trust it would be unthinkable to
permit the shaft of so vile a person as he to be lodged in a Royal
pussy."

"How true your words are!" sighed she. "From this time forth Jerrold is
persona non grate with me, and for all I care he may take himself off
elsewhere, and expend his lust on this Myrtle female, who got you drunk
and inveigled you on her bed! But were you able to poke her, my poor
Henry, or were you too drunk for your cock to stand up?"

"To be truthful, I did her several times," said the Prince, "not only
last night, but this morning when I woke. For all her wretched
duplicity and deceit, I must in honesty admit that she is a very fine
poke."

"Henry, you are impossible!" said his aunt. You must have guessed when
you woke up in a married woman's bed in her own house and with her
husband in another room that all was not that it seemed. You have
fucked enough wives to be fully aware that many persons seek to take
advantage of the members of the Royal Family for selfish purposes of
their own."

"There was some such thought in my head this morning, I will agree,"
said the Prince. "Yet there lay Myrtle naked beside me, her titties
within my grasp and her lovely thighs wide open to show a plump pussy
that demanded to be fucked. I could do no other that push my cock well
up her and belt away for dear life! Believe me, Myrtle is a superb
fuck."

"I'm sure I'm pleased to hear it," said the Princess dryly, "at least
you got something for you money."

"Why, I do believe you are jealous!" cried the Prince with a winning
smile at his aunt. "Do not be so, my dear, for Myrtle Coders'
attractions will not last -- her constitution is such that her present
delicious plumpness will turn to stoutness in another five years, and
her healthy bloom will fade to an over red complexion from indulgence."

"Do you predict the same fate for me?" demanded Charlotte. "She and I
must be of about the same age."

"You dearest?" exclaimed Prince Henry, his eyebrows rising. "You will
be beautiful even when you are seventy you are so very charmingly
formed, so smooth of skin, so youthful in beauty and grace -- I'm
damned if I know why you aren't married."

"You know perfectly well why not," said she. "My nature is as warm as
yours. We are descendants of a Royal House renowned for its hot-blooded
lechery over centuries past. Like you, I enjoy fucking far too much to
want to tie myself to the duties of a wife and mother. Each time a new
suitor is proposed, I try him out a time or two, to acquaint myself
with his abilities, and then think of reasons why he is not acceptable
as a husband for so high born a personage as myself. Believe me my dear
Henry, I can find enough men about the court to content me, without any
of the inconvenience of marriage."

"Nobly spoken!" said Prince Henry, "I knew you were the best remedy for
my sadness. Now let me have a feel to comfort me." Without so much as a
by your leave, he slipped his hand under her skirts and up between her
thighs.

"Really Henry you must not tumble my clothes," she said. Other than
this passing concern to preserve her dress intact, Princess Charlotte
made no other complaint or rebuke, for to be felt by her favorite
nephew was not a new experience for her. Prince Henry knew of old the
soft lipped pouting delight that lay between her thighs, for she made
him free of it when he was much younger.

The Princess had enjoyed, it is quite needless to say, the daily
delights of other and bigger shafts than her youthful nephew's. Yet she
and he never gave up their former custom of enjoying a good poke
together, when opportunity served, and with pride and great joy she
observed his cock grow to manhood size over the years, and she was very
glad that he developed an insatiably lustful nature to match her own.

In common persons this would have been most reprehensible, of course,
since firm bounds are set as to who may fuck whom, for the protection
and the continuance of the nation. Yet legalities of this type have no
application to personages of Royal Blood, for it follows necessarily
that the highest calls unto the highest, and must have its way.

Therefore, not the slightest hesitation occurred in acceding to the
Prince's request for a feel. Aunt Charlotte spread her legs for him to
pass his hand into the opening of her drawers and play with her pussy
to his and her great content.

"Is it true dearest boy, that you fucked Prudence Frobisham in the
carriage coming back from the Abbey?" she inquired.

"Good god is there gossip already!" cried he. "But surely no one could
have observed us -- I drew the blinds down!"

"Dear sweet trusting Henry!" said she with a giggle. It is not
necessary to actually see the act being committed between two people to
know what has occurred."

"Then what? I cannot believe Prudence has spoken of it to a living
sole."

"Of course she has not, she is a very discreet person. But the coachman
noted, when the team was unharnessed and the carriage put into the
coach house, that the leather of the seat had been splattered with
large white creamy drops! He would have been a fool not have guessed
the origin to be the manly shaft within your trousers, my darling, from
which he instantly deduced that you had fucked your female companion on
the journey."

"What damned impertinence! I'd have the fellow dismissed on the spot
from his position if I were in charge!"

"From the stables the story passed on to the outdoor servants, then
from there to the kitchen staff, and so on up through the chain of
housemaids and footmen until it was made known to the personal
servants. It was my maid who told me of it."

"Confound it all! Do you suppose Frobisham has been told?"

"You will know soon enough,"said the Princess, "but in my opinion he
will not be informed. They say the husband is always the last to know,
and Frobisham has no great reputation for marital fidelity. Not to put
too fine a point on it, he has almost every court lady under the age of
sixty."

"Has he had you?" Prince Henry demanded, quite fiercely.

"Certainly not!" she retorted. "I've had him, but I was not impressed
by his performance. His natural respect for the royal line turned to a
grovel, which though flattering, proved to be most unsatisfactory, and
not at all to my taste. You may find it hard to believe, but Frobisham
abased himself on the carpet to kiss my feet. He begged that I would
tread on him as a sign of his submission to my exalted lineage. Well, I
was struck by laughter, yet lifted up my skirts and set my foot on his
bare shaft. Would you believe it he fetched off at once, all over my
shoe! I thought that very disobliging."

"As well you might," said Prince Henry with a chuckle. "What a fool the
man is, to neglect the ready pussy of his beautiful wife Prudence to
come all over another female's foot, even your foot, Aunt."

"His impudence threw me into a perfect rage," said Charlotte, with a
rueful pout at the memory." I seated myself with raised clothes and
parted legs and commanded him to lick my pussy until he had done his
duty by me. He fell to it with a will, in humble posture on his knees
at my feet, and gave me such thrills that I almost forgave him. I
decided that if he made me come three times with his tongue, I would
pardon him and honor him with my friendship."

"Did he succeed in this? I am mortified to tell you, Henry, that he
came off before I did, and squirted his beastly cream on the carpet at 
my feet! My fury knew no bounds, and I taxed him with gross disrespect.
He claimed that he adored my Royal person so tremendously that only to
be touched by me acted on him with an intensity so very great that he
was unable to prevent himself fetching off!"

"Lord what a useless admirer!" exclaimed Prince Henry. I trust you sent
him packing with a flea in his ear."

"You may be sure of it! But first I paid him a trick that he will
remember me by, I set out to test the truth of what he had said, that
the mere touch of my person overwhelmed him and brought on his
emission. I commanded him to lay full length on the floor, then I
hitched up my skirt and sat down astride his head and pressed my bare
cunt down over his face."

"Oh!" the Prince sighed. "You've never done that for me!"

"Never? Then we have a new pleasure in store. But to resume my tale of
Frobisham's humiliation, whilst I rubbed my pussy over his face and
mouth, I informed him that since he professed to adore my person so
greatly, he should taste it in full measure. You may be judge of my
astonishment when he groaned and came off again in great spurts all
over his shirt front!"

"Then he was telling the truth?" the Prince asked, his fingers playing
inside his dearest Aunt's wet pussy to stir her passions in time with
his own.

"Even then I could scarce believe it," she replied, opening her legs
wider to accommodate the Prince's skillful hand, "but a further trial
proved it so, I turned myself about to sit across his legs, then took
hold of his cock. It was soft and limp in the aftermath of coming, but
no sooner than I took hold of it and it grew to its full size again in
a jiffy. As you can imagine, I was intrigued by Frobisham's unusual
degree of emotion to our Royal House, and so I put his cock in my
pussy, to see if he was capable of coming again."

"You are too kind hearted to inferiors," Prince Henry rebuked his Aunt,
"he had deserved no such consideration of you!"

"No, but it was an experiment," said Princess Charlotte, "and one with
a result that amused me and infuriated me together. I had no sooner put
the head of his cock to the lips of my pussy in readiness to sit down
on him and force his hard cock into me, than he came off again at the
very touch and sprayed my belly with his come. What do you think of
that?"

"I think that Frobisham is a peculiar person, unworthy of any regard
from you whatsoever, as in future he will have none from me. Did that
put an end to your experimenting?"

"Why no, for then I was on fire to discover how often I might repeat
this curious experiment on his person before his supply of liquor was
exhausted. I commanded him to look at my pussy as I sat over him,
rubbing his cock against it, and he came off twice more before he
groaned in fatigue and begged leave to go. Naturally I did not let him
off this easily."

"Naturally," Prince Henry agreed, "you made the wretched man pay for
his impertinent conduct towards you."

"I stood up and set my foot on his limp prick once more," said Auntie
Charlotte, "and ground it on his belly under the sole of my shoe, and
yet again he squirted! In short. Dearest Henry, I revenged myself on
Frobisham and punished him by making come off repeatedly until he
fainted completely away. When I at last dismissed him, he could walk
only with the aid of a sturdy footman on either side to support him."
Prince Henry chuckled to hear his aunt's tale of vengeance and
commended her show of Royal displeasure.

"I shall punish him further for his insolence towards you," he assured
her, "by fucking his lovely wife soundly."

"Which you have already done in the carriage," said the Princess
Charlotte with a pleased smile. "Or was there time for more than one
poke?"

"I was not able to fuck Prudence even once, though I had a furious
letch for her. She refused me outright. She fobbed me off with some
damned stuff about her duty to her husband."

"Yes, she is well known for her faithfulness," said Charlotte. "Then
what happened in the carriage?"

"She very kindly eased me of my pent up desire with her hand," said the
Prince, "which is why the seat was splashed I suppose."

"My poor dear, is that all she would permit you?" asked the Princess,
distressed to hear how her darling boy's good nature had been abused.
"Did she let you touch her pussy, or was that too out of bounds?"

"She made no objection to that," said he. "Her scruples only run to
having a new cock up her, apart from that, she made it plain to me that
I may do as I like to her. There was not time in the carriage to have
her dress up and feel her titties, but if we had been in a private room
together, I would have tested the boundary of her willingness by knot
holing her. But make no doubt, dear Auntie, it is her pussy I want, and
I shall have it before long, however forceful her objection may be."

"Of course you shall!" Charlotte exclaimed. "I wonder she dare deny you
her person! Especially after she had the honor of holding lord Dickey
in her hand! Is he very cross?"

To answer her own question, she opened the Prince's trouser buttons and
slipped her hand inside to take hold of his noble companion and stroke
him tenderly to make him grow hard. Her ambition was very quickly
fulfilled, and in the light clasp of her dainty hand Prince Henry's
cock became extremely hard and thick, at which she uttered little cries
of pleasure.

"Have no fear, dearest Henry," cried she to feel Lord Dickey throbbing
in her hand, "I would never rob you of a proper poke, shall you lie on
my belly?"

"My intention is to do more than lie on your darling belly," the Prince
sighed joyfully, "I mean to fill it to overflowing." His fingers in her
pussy had made it slippery with desire by deft attention to her secret
nub. The Princess was quite aroused as was he himself, and ready for
anything he suggested to her. First she went to the door and turned the
key in the lock, to secure their forthcoming pleasures from intruders.

That done, she stood before the Prince so that he could lend his
assistance to her partial disrobing. Off came her dress, her flounce
petticoats, without hesitation or embarrassment, until she stood in
only chemise, drawers and her stockings. Like the Prince, she had the
fair hair and pink complexion of their Hanoverian ancestry. She untied
the bow of blue ribbon at the neck of her chemise and opened it to let
him eye her round full titties, then undid the matching waist string of
her drawers and opened them to show him her gracefully curved belly and
the thicket of curls at the base of it. All in all, even at thirty
seven, Aunt Charlotte was a most desirable female.

"I know of no more inspiring sight in the world than a well formed
pussy," said Prince Henry, reaching out a hand to stroke it lightly.
"Ah, Auntie dear, how many, many times I have come off in this darling
split of yours!" At these glad words, the Princess took a step toward
him, and he, seated on the sofa below her, slipped his arms about her
to grasp the fleshy cheeks of her bottom and hold tight whilst he
pressed hot kisses on her creamy skinned belly and its round button.
Soon his wet mouth slid downwards towards her bush, that thicket of
very light brown hair covering in silky curls her pouting pussy.

"Show me your bum Auntie," the Prince murmured. "Ah, you've no respect
for your elders and betters!" cried she in a pretended huff. "My bum
indeed! Are you perverted sir, do you propose to poke my bumhole?"
Nevertheless she did exactly what he required of her, turning to face
away from him and remove her drawers completely, baring a sight to
rejoice any lecherous gentleman's heart, a roundly plump cheeked
bottom, lily white and smooth as satin.

"Kneel down for me," said the Prince, his voice trembling.

Charlotte knew very well what he intended, and was most ready to fall
in with his whim. She sank gracefully to her hands and knees on the
carpet before him, and the Prince sat in open eyed and rapt
contemplation of the lovely white cheeks of his dear Aunt's bottom. She
moved her legs apart some distance, thus separating her thighs and
displaying her curly hared mound and its long pink split.

The Prince was unable to resist reaching out to feel it, and rubbing
inside with his fingers until he made it very slippery. His admiration
for this delicious female part called forth some lines he had
memorized, though it escaped him just then who had composed them.

A lovely pussy, Oh how pleasing,
Worth the world and more beside!
Throbbing, panting,
Craving, wanting,
Moist the lips that open wide!
Yearning, sighing,
Sobbing, dying,
All her nature in a glow,
Ready for a shaft to fill her,
And make her fetch off, oh, oh, oh!

By then Auntie Charlotte was shaking and moaning and crying out, her
belly heaving and her titties flopping in her loose chemise, she wanted
to be done and implored Prince Henry to put his stiff cock up her. More
than willing to oblige her, he slipped from the sofa to kneel behind
her bared rump, and guide his quivering cock up into her pussy. "Ah
me," she sighed, "how very nice it feels when you pause on the
threshold, like a guest awaiting an invitation to enter. How very
gracious your bearing, how princely the thickness and weight of the
dear shaft I feel about to plunge into me!"

Delighted by her words of love and affection, the Prince took her by
the hips to steady her for the thrust. She cried out in pleasurable
terror, then with one strong push of his loins, he drove his throbbing
cock right up into her hairy slit.

"Oh, my dear!" exclaimed she, feeling herself so well filled, and at
once the Prince fucked her in rhythmic strokes.

Charlotte turned her head to gaze over her shoulder at him, her
expression that of one who is enjoying spasms of the most exquisite
bliss. The Prince had become highly aroused before penetrating her, by
his long fingering of her pussy as they talked, and he came rapidly now
to the short strokes. Feeling the near onset of the sensual climax, the
Princess gasped open mouthed, her bright eyes rolling up in her head
and her belly quaking.

Prince Henry held her hips harder, his sensations delicious beyond
compare, his breath panting in hot exhalations of lust. "Dearest Auntie
Charlotte!" he panted, "I feel the divine moment of deliverance is here
for both of us!" With that, he fetched off profusely, spurting his
juice into her eager pussy.

She shrieked in joy and came off with him, her bottom thumping back
into his lap to drive him deeper. "Darling boy!" she cried out in
ecstasy. "No one ever pokes me as marvelously as you do."

CHAPTER 4
A Difficult Negotiation

On Wednesday morning, Prince Henry could contain his desire for golden
haired Lady Frobisham no longer. All the trust that he had once in
Captain Jerrold Bolsover had vanished completely since the costly
contretemps at baccarat with that fearful cad Willoughby-Codrington,
and therefore he chose to dispatch his valet Bilston to ascertain if
Lady Frobisham would receive him.

To his delight, the message that was returned to him was that she could
not receive him formally, but she would be honored if the Prince
condescended to make an informal call at eleven o' clock. At ten
minutes to the hour, Prince Henry set off along the draughty corridors
of Buckingham Palace, having been given careful directions by the valet
to the Frobisham apartment. Even so, the Prince would have missed his
way, having little or no experience of finding unfamiliar places, but
for the fact that Lady Frobisham had stationed her personal maid at a
place where corridors diverged, to guide him to his destination. She
curtsied to his Royal Highness and guided him to the door of Lady
Frobisham's withdrawing room, then stood sentinel outside to deflect
inopportune visitors. In her withdrawing room Lady Frobisham awaited
the Prince with a pleasant smile on her lovely face. She was attired in
an informal style that brought joy to his heart, for she was not yet
dressed for the day, and wore only a morning robe of palest peach silk,
tied loosely about her waist with a sash. The robe was open somewhat
above the sash, and when she made her curtsey, the Prince was afforded
a magnificent view of her full white titties.

She stretched out her hand to him, and he raised her gently upright,
gazing with admiration into her beautiful blue eyes. A gracious gesture
of his hand, and she seated herself on the sofa, while he stood before
her, enjoying the vista of superb globes down the front of her loose
robe. Lady Frobisham seemed a touch pale and languid of manner, but the
Prince's entrance had brought a slight and entrancing rose pink blush
to her perfect features.

"Your Highness, I can scarce bring myself to believe that you have
honored my little apartment with your gracious presence," said she. "I
have been given to understand that you desire this meeting to remain
confidential, and for my part I give you my word that it shall be
secret."

Prince Henry noted with a lively pleasure the palpitations of her ivory
titties as she spoke. The force of her agitation was so great that in a
half swoon she pressed the back of her hand to her pale brow, her eyes
closing until the long lashes lay upon her cheeks. Gallant to a fault,
His Highness sprang forward and eased her down with gentle hands, to
rest at full length upon the sofa.

"Calm yourself, dear Prudence," said he softly, his fingers lingering
on her perfect collar bones, where her morning robe left them
uncovered. "You are in safe hands, I assure you."

In the intensity of her emotions Lady Frobisham's senses now slipped
away from her, and one beautiful leg slipped over the edge of the sofa
and hung limply. The slow movement pulled the robe open from her ankles
almost up to her sash, presenting to the Prince's eager gaze a handsome
pair of legs clad in white silk stockings held by pale blue garters
trimmed with gold. Above her rounded knees her magnificent thighs were
encased in close fitting drawers of fine linen trimmed with lace. He
knelt beside the sofa, bowed his head, and pressed a warm kiss on her
thigh, hoping to feel the touch of her flesh though the linen lay
between. His Princely shaft stood stiff as a flag staff in his trousers
at the thought that Prudence's darling pussy was no more than a few
inches from his lips and only the flimsiest of material intervened.

Had he been a commoner, he would have at this instant have taken full
advantage of Lady Frobisham's passing weakness to leap on her belly,
and thrust his hard cock into her pussy and fuck her to a come off
before she recovered herself. But he desired not to ravish darling
Prudence but to have her with her own whole hearted consent and
approval, and for this he was prepared to contain his raging lust in
patience a little longer. He chafed her hands between his palms, kissed
her thigh very delicately, and waited until at last her eyes opened. A
glance of warmest gratitude was his reward for not abusing her person.

"Forgive my weakness, your Highness," she murmured, "but the honor of
entertaining you here in my own room is overwhelming. I feel better
now." She would have risen, but Prince Henry pressed lightly on her
shoulders to persuade her to remain in her lying down position.

"Rest yet a little while," he urged, as he gazed down fondly at the
uncovered delights of her legs.

"Your Highness is very gracious," she murmured softly, and in natural
female modesty she lowered her eyes from his fiery gaze, which seemed
almost to devour her in the flames of lust. "You do me a great honor."

"Only as you deserve," he replied gallantly, "for I must tell you, my
dear, that I have formed a gallant regard for you, and I have asked for
this meeting to pay homage to your beauty." Before she had time to
demur modestly, the Prince took in his hand her left foot, in its
little silk slipper, raising it to his lips. A moment later, he was
kissing her ankle, his lips moist and warm to her skin through the
stocking, as he breathed a long and ardent sigh of desire. An equal
sigh escaped Lady Frobisham's lips when the Prince's mouth moved up to
kiss her rounded knees, and then the creamy white thighs through the
fine linen that covered them.

"Your Highness," said she, the gaze of her lovely blue eyes troubled at
his increasing boldness, "I beg you to recall what I said when we rode
together in the carriage from the Abbey, I cannot betray my husband."

"Confound it all! What a time to be talking of husbands!" the Prince
exclaimed. "You must trust me, Prudence my dear." With great delicacy,
so as not to stir up her fears further, he put his hand between her
knees and passed it up between her rounded thighs towards the opening
of her drawers.

"Your Highness, this cannot continue," she whispered, staring at him in
mild reproof. "I do not doubt your honor, but human emotion may be so
intense that good intentions are swept away in a flood tide of passion,
and deeds done which later are most regretted."

"I've never in my life regretted fucking any female!" said Prince Henry
in surprise.

"The regret and the guilt would be mine," said Lady Frobisham in a tone
of deep sadness.

"Look here, Prudence," said the Prince, "the truth if it is that I'm in
love with you, and in the carriage you led me on to believe that, short
of getting my cock up you, I could have a free run of your person
whenever I felt like it. You made no objection to having your pussy
felt, or to fetching me off with your dear little hand. Now you fall
into a fit of the vapors if I so much as put my hand on your thigh!"

"It was wrong of me to say what I did in the carriage," Lady Frobisham
said, "and unpardonable of me to touch your person in so lewd a fashion
that your emission was brought on. I implore you to put all that out of
your mind and dismiss any hope that you ever entertained of bending me
to your will."

The harsh significance of Lady Frobisham's words was entirely
contradicted by the silent indications of her body. Her lovely thighs
trembled to the touch of the Prince's hand between them, her full
titties heaved under the silk of her morning robe, her beauteous face
held a rose pink flush of excitement. Her warm body, from head to toe,
begged silently to be fucked. Only her mind, prompted by her
conscience, denied her desire.

"Then I must respect your wishes," said Prince Henry, playing a crafty
game with the lady, seeming to comply in her refusal of her person for
his pleasure, yet advancing surreptitiously upon his sought after
prize. Even as he assured her solemnly of his esteem for her virtue and
his deference to her wishes, his hand advanced along her and passed
through the opening of her drawers, to take possession of her cunt.
"Alas, that I shall never know the sweet delight of thrusting my cock
into this darling slit," said the Prince. "Great as is my longing for
it, I must accept your virtuous decree that none but a husband's shaft
may penetrate its mysteries and fetch off in its velvet depths. So be
it! I shall worship you from far off, dearest Prudence, and torment
myself with thoughts of what might have been."

While he was speaking this arrant nonsense for the benefit of Lady
Frobisham's inconvenient conscience, Prince Henry's finger found its
way between the lips of her willing cunt and moved deftly over her
hidden nub. Very soon she was trembling at the delicious sensation that
the Prince induced, and sighed that a stern destiny kept then apart,
not her own inclinations, which she vowed were wholly towards His
Highness.

If she had freedom to dispose of her person, she assured him, she would
be his to use however he chose. At a word from him, even a gesture of
his finger, she would drop all her garments to stand naked before him!
She would offer him the riches of her body to do with how he pleased.
She would be his submissive slave in all the rites of love, she would
glory in the feel of his hard cock in her pussy, and swoon in delight
whenever he condescended to come off in her!

All this inflamed the Prince's lust furiously, as may well be imagined.
His cock stood so hard in his trousers and trembled so rapidly that he
thought he must be on the verge of spending. Yet however seraphic the
images conjured up in his mind by the words of Lady Frobisham, when he
snatched at his buttons to rip them open and bring out his throbbing
cock, she at once seized his wrist and prevented him. "No!" cried she.
"Do not bare your person, for that will but raise your hopes higher,
and these hopes are vain! You may not in any circumstances put your
cock into me!"

"Cruel, cruel!" cried the Prince, secretly delighted by the way her
belly throbbed and her alabaster titties heaved in her morning robe.
Under the gentle stimulation of his finger tips, Lady Frobisham's
excitement had already mounted high, and her round thighs were opening
and closing on his hand, whilst he slid his fingers in and out of her
wet cunt.

"I am cruel only to be kind," she gasped. "There can never be between
us that sensual bond you desire. The sooner I am able to make you
understand that, the better for both of us!"

"So be it," said Prince Henry, knowing it to be untrue. His fingers
ravished her until a convulsive jolt seized her, her body became taunt,
and she uttered a long sigh of rapture as she reached the climax of
pleasure. The Prince thrust his other hand into her morning robe to
knead her titties, whilst great tremors of bliss shook her.

When she lay calm again on the sofa, she blushed at what had happened
and pushed the Prince's hand away from her pussy, then folded her robe
over her legs, to conceal herself. "For shame, Your Highness!" she
said, her cheeks fiery. "You tricked me into debasing myself by a
surrender to the sensual spasm. Was that an act worthy of a Prince?"

"It was the act of a fond lover," said he, "a lover eager to show you
how deeply he admires you, by rendering to you a brief taste of
celestial joy. There can be no question of debasement, dearest
Prudence, for in those moments when you experienced the acme of bliss,
you were the most beautiful woman in the world, a veritable angel of
delight, a divine being whom men fall down and adore, having no other
choice."

In a figurative way of speaking, the words were an expression of the
Prince's hard on shaft, rather than his mind. To a man with a throbbing
cock, any female with an open and ready cunt is the acme of
desirability, even if she put an ugly drab with worn out titties
dangling down to her belly button. Lady Frobisham was a beautiful
woman, that no one could deny, but it fell somewhat short of the truth
to claim that her loveliness was enhanced by the gasping and squirming
throes of coming off.

That notwithstanding, young females are supremely pleased to hear
themselves declared the most beautiful woman in the world, and Lady
Frobisham was no exception. "Is this true?" she asked. "Or are these
flattering words to deceive me? Is it really love you feel for me?"

"Love of the most genuine sort," said the Prince warmly, for he had
been so aroused by the feel of Prudence's cunt that an overpowering
letch was on him to fetch off.

To soften the hard heart of the lovely lady before him, the Prince
seated himself quickly beside her and tore his trouser buttons open
from waist to seem. Lady Frobisham gasped to see him pull his shirt up
and allow his hard cock to leap out into his own clasping hand. His
legs spread themselves wide and he jerked his cock briskly up and down.
"What are you doing!" exclaimed Lady Frobisham, red faced at the sight
of his cock being handled with such determination. Prince Henry's free
hand was up under her morning robe, in at the opening of her drawers,
and he was fingering her yet unseen curly haired pussy that pouted
between smooth skinned thighs.

"Oh Prudence, dearest girl, I am on fire to have you!" gasped the
Prince. "I am frantic with longing to get my cock into your pussy and
fuck you!"

"No, no, I can not let you!" she cried.

"I respect your decision, he murmured, and I shall make no attempt to
override it. Yet observe how Lord Dickie bounds in my hand, he is not a
brave sight? Are you familiar with those famous lines of poetry by Mr.
Percy Shelly:

"A hard on shaft, oh that is pleasing
It is worth the world beside!
Craving, panting,
Sobbing, wanting,
Thrusting, bursting,
Sighing, dying!
The purple head is all aglow,
And now it comes off, oh, oh, oh!"

Whilst he was reciting the verse, the Prince's hand rubbed up and down
on his straining cock, his heart beating faster as he felt the moment
coming close when in a spasm of delight his hot lust would be relieved.
Two of his probing fingers were inside Prudence's soft cunt, right up
above the second knuckle, and she was trembling furiously.

A frenzy of sensation seized him then, his body heaved wildly and his
Princely essence came gushing out in long creamy jets.

"Prudence, darling Prudence!" he groaned to the wet throb of his shaft.
This is how I shall come off in your pussy when at last you give me
leave!

Lady Frobisham stared open mouthed and wide eyed while Prince Henry's
leaping cock continued to throb and spurt until he was fully satisfied.
Briefly contented, he wriggled his fingers in her wet pussy, and smiled
lazily at her pink flushed face. "There," said he, "you have observed
closely what lovely fate is in store for you when you consent to be
fully mine. Was it not a brave and inspiring sight, to see so much
cream gushing from my shaft? Did it not arouse you towards the apex of
bliss to know my spurting shaft might have delivered its tribute deep
inside you? I think so, my dearest dear, for your pussy is now
remarkably hot and slippery."

"You must not tempt me!" Prudence whispered in a tiny broken voice.
"Spare my virtue, Your Highness, I implore you."

"And so I shall," Prince Henry assured her, "and I salute the virtuous
center of your bliss." So saying, he opened wide her robe and her
drawers, to press his mouth to her pussy in a kiss that made her gasp
and sigh so much that he knew she was near coming off. Meeting from her
no resistance, he untied the bow that held the string of her lace edged
drawers and slipped them down, to stroke her soft belly. Prudence
murmured a little and sighed, but he pulled open the fleshy lips of her
pussy and ran his tongue over her exposed button, taking audacious
advantage of her secret longing.

"Not again, I beg you," she sighed, "you subject me to these
temptations in the hope that I shall surrender and permit you to fuck
me, but I swear you shall not!"

She struggled in his grasp, but only a little, and not nearly enough to
discommode either of them in their enjoyment, he of bringing her to the
sensual climax, and she of being raised to it. Along the sofa her
trembling legs slipped wider apart, her breath came in hot gasps, her
titties heaved to her excitement, fully revealed to Prince henry's
lascivious gaze now that her morning robe hung open wide about her. A
moment later she came off, shrieking and crying aloud at the blissful
sensations that overwhelmed her.

Afterwards the Prince let her rest awhile, her darling sweet pussy
modestly covered by her drawers, which he pulled up and retied for her,
and by her properly adjusted morning robe. When she at last opened her
sky blue eyes and gazed up at him, there was no trace of shame or
reproof, only an affectionate glow. With his aid she sat upright on the
sofa, her feet down on the floor, to address him in words that thrilled
him. "Your Highness," said she, "you have given me so much pleasure,
you have dealt with me so generously that I can do no other but believe
your protestation of love for me is true. I confess myself overwhelmed
with the great honor you do me, and I shall endeavor to be worthy of
your love."

"Then you will let me fuck you!" Prince Henry exclaimed.

"Do not ask that of me," Prudence whispered. "In all else I am yours to
command." With that she put her hand into the Prince's trousers, where
the buttons were still undone, and brought out his cock into full view,
stiff as an iron bar and throbbing with passion. Before he knew what
she was at, she slid from the sofa and knelt in front of him. "My
compliments and respects to Lord Dickey," she murmured.

There was a smile of pleasure on her lovely face as she spoke the name
given to the Princely shaft by the many Court ladies who had felt its
prowess in poking. She pressed her lips to the purple head in a long
kiss that sent shudders of most pleasant sensation through the Prince's
entire body. He could see clear down the front of her robe to her large
white titties, a sight at which Lord Dickey jumped for joy against
Prudence's mouth. She raised her head to smile up at the Prince, then
began to stroke his shaft in a rhythm that sent thrills of joy speeding
through him. His hands were at her bosom, inside the front of her
morning robe to handle the wealth of soft titty flesh.

"Ah, how gracious of you to take note of my attributes," she exclaimed,
continuing her manipulation of his rock hard cock. "Some gentlemen
prefer females with bosoms as large as a dairy cow's milk filled udder,
I have been told, but I cannot think that a gentleman of Your
Highness's refinement would have so common an inclination."

"I find your titties to be perfect in every way, Prudence my dearest
girl," Prince Henry assured her, rolling then about in his hands.
"Their size is ideal, neither so grossly large as to be unwieldy and
coarse, not yet so small as to be insignificant and not worth feeling.
I adore them, Prudence, and mean to feel and handle them constantly."

"They are yours as you please," said she, her lovely face aglow with
affection for him."

"Then I wish to fuck them," the Prince said at once.

"I am your most dutiful servant," said she, and without more ado she
undid her morning robe again and parted it to reveal to her Royal
admirer the rich treasures of her bare body but only down as far as the
waistband of her white drawers. The Prince sighed in delight to see and
touch with a gentle hand her pink budded titties, and soon he was able
to persuade her to remove her drawers completely and give him them for
a souvenir of their mutual adoration. At last she fully revealed to him
the fair hared cunt that he lusted after. Prince Henry glanced most
fondly at its silky curls and soft pouting lips, noting it as his prey
in due course, then reached down to fondle her plump titties again, and
to lay Lord Dickey between them.

"How majestic he is," sighed Prudence, her palm pressing the throbbing
shaft to herself. "How great a monarch in his big strong bearing, how
forceful a ruler over that part of the human race that is female."

"Yet he is your most humble servant," the Prince sighed. She squeezed
the fleshy abundance of her bare titties round his shaft and held all
close, to allow him to thrust strongly into the soft warm pouch she had
made for his use. She gazed up smiling into Prince Henry's flushed
face, observing with a kind eye and emotions of deep affection the
pleasure of his countenance showed forth at his use of her soft
titties.

"Is that nice, Your Highness?" she asked. "Will it be quite
satisfactory?"

"Dear Prudence I mean to come off between them," he sighed. He was
fucking them with long sliding thrusts, and Prudence glanced down at
the shiny purple head that popped out and back in rapid time, within
the fleshy cleft that held it close.

"You mean to spill the Royal fluid over me?" she breathed, almost
unable to speak for the emotions that seized upon her bounding heart.
She heard the Prince moan in bliss as his shaft slid fast and furious
on her satin flesh. His body shuddered, and he released a gushing
torrent of thick white elixir between her titties.

"Oh joy!" he cried as he pumped out his royal desire in fast spurts.
"Would that have been your pussy that I had just come in!"

"Never," Prudence replied sadly. She was impressed to see the Prince
spend so profusely in her bosom, her mind running in lascivious
speculation on how much more abundant would be his flow if ever she
permitted him to do it inside her cunt. Not that she had the least
intention of breaking her marriage vows and playing Lord Frobisham
false.

When his emission was spent, she insisted gently he put his cock away
in his trousers, for though it had become slack and limp now, she
secretly found the sight of it somewhat too tempting too risk its
proximity uncovered. She arranged her robe about herself decently, and
side by side they sat on the sofa as if nothing out of the ordinary had
transpired, and their meeting was only a normal courtesy call between
acquaintances.

"Now that Your Highness has honored my little apartment with your
presence," said she, "shall the royal favor be bestowed in further
visits, now that boundaries have been set to Your Highness's personal
advances?"

"You mean to ask whether I shall come here again to play with you,
Prudence my dear, now that I know that I may not fuck you," he replied.
"The answer is emphatic and affirmative, I mean to be here very often
to savor the delight of bringing you off with my hand and coming off in
yours, and between your titties."

"Then you make me the happiest woman in the Kingdom," sighed Prudence,
"for I feared greatly to be abandoned when I set such limits on what I
am prepared to allow."

"You misjudge me," said Prince Henry gently, his arm around her
shoulders, "I would never treat you so ill when you act out of the
highest moral principal."

Greatly emboldened by his graciousness, Prudence leaned close to the
Prince to place a gentle kiss of deepest gratitude and affection on his
cheek. This new posture of her silk clad body brought her titties close
to him and, without a pause, he slid his hand into her robe to feel
those soft globes yet again. His breathing grew short as his hand
roamed freely over her fleshy bounties, and she smiled a little to see
how susceptible to her charms he was.

Before long his hand moved down from her plump titties to rub her
belly, and then down lower yet, and between her thighs, to clasp her
pussy. "Prince -- no more now!" she exclaimed.

"Oh!" he sighed. "I trust you will respect my wishes, just as I respect
yours, dear sweet Prudence. Hold my cock in your hot little hand but
for a moment."

His gentle request was almost a Royal command in her eyes and she put
her hand once more into his still open trousers to hold his cock, and
found it not only hard and stiff again, but also leaping wildly. "But
this is impossible!" she exclaimed. "No woman alive can satisfy Your
Highness, least of all me!"

"Dear little Prudence, do not underrate yourself," murmured the Prince,
his finger in her slit teasing shrewdly at her wet button, stirring her
emotions to match his own.

She began to sigh and press her cheek close to his, while the passes on
his throbbing cock began to quicken, as her own sensations grew. "I'm
coming off again," she cried. "I can't help it!" Her spasms began and
Prince Henry seized the back of her neck with his free hand, and pulled
her face down over his lap as he sat. His hand was down between their
bellies, and he quickly guided Lord Dickey between Prudence's bare
thighs. Whether the Prince would have succeeded in sliding the head of
his shaft into her wet and coming cunt, if indeed that was the
intention, was in the event left unresolved.

Prudence thought he meant to have his cock up her, and she shrieked to
feel it in her soft groin, in such close proximity to her open pussy.
She squirmed on the Prince's lap, attempting to remove herself from the
danger she perceived. Doubtless it was the squirming of her bare belly
on him that did the trick, for with a glad cry the Prince came off
between her thighs in a raging flood, his come spurting up over her
curly hared pussy, but not a drop into it. Prudence continued to
wriggle and heave, but he held her with a firm hand across his lap
until he had finished.

"You tried to force me!" she cried, feeling the warm throb of his last
squirt between her thighs. "You meant to go back on your word and
violate me!"

"Not a bit of it!" the Prince cried cheerfully. "I have fetched off
between your legs, my dear, as I did before between your titties."

"Do you swear this?" she demanded. "You did not mean to poke me without
my consent?"

"On my honor!" Prince Henry declared. "Your darling pussy is safe from
my cock, you may trust me on that."

"I trust you," she murmured, mollified by his loving words.

"Dearest Prudence," said the Prince with a passionate sigh, "I mean to
give you every proof of my respect for your wishes, and to demonstrate
the simple truth of my assertion that your lovely pussy shall remain
virtuous and safe and unpenetrated by me, in a little while when my
cock is hard again I intend to come off between the lily white cheeks
of your bum." 

CHAPTER 5
Lady Belham's Ball

The occasion for the Grand ball given by Lord and Lady Belham at their
Belgrave Square mansion was the eighteenth birthday of the Hon.
Bettina, their eldest daughter. She had now reached the age for which
she was now ripe for marriage, and as the world knows, the purpose of
such balls is to show off a young maiden to possible suitors amongst
the sons of the aristocracy. On this happy occasion, Prince Henry was
the guest of honor, for it was known in Lady Belham's circle of friends
that the greatest ambition of her life consisted in the hope that an
alliance might be forged between her family and the Royal House, to be
specific, she yearned in the fond hope that Bettina might be joined in
marriage to Prince Henry.

The Prince was quite aware of this plan for his future by the doting
mama of a pretty girl, for his darling Aunt Charlotte had warned him of
it ages ago. He was happy enough to except an invitation to attend the
Ball and enjoy himself, but as for becoming betrothed, that was very
far distant indeed from his intention. Lady Belham fawned upon him when
he arrived and Lord Belham put himself out to be hospitable. The Prince
imbibed a glass or two of refreshing champagne, and glanced around at
the swirl of pretty young ladies in new gowns, waltzing with young
gentlemen in impeccable tails and white tie. Bettina came to curtsy to
him, and she looked excessively pretty in a white satin frock that left
her shoulders uncovered, and hinted coyly at the soft young titties it
concealed.

Prince Henry had known Bettina for some years, and if her ever were to
speak his mind, he would have been compelled to admit that he found her
insipid. On the other hand, she made it clear that she was swoony over
him, which done nothing to raise her in his esteem.

She was well shaped, that he could not deny, and she might be a
pleasant enough poke on some dull afternoon. Not that he proposed to
test the truth of his guess, for to do so would surely lead on to
complications he had no wish for. It was better she remained virginal.

The Prince danced with Bettina, and found her graceful enough in the
Viennese Waltz. More than that, when she was in his arms he became
aware of an attraction to her person, a strong desire to slip a hand
down her ball gown and give her maidenly titties a good feel. Inside
the Prince's evening trousers a particular part of him began to stir,
to grow longer and thicker, and with it to assume a proud stiffness.
'Confound it all!' he thought, 'if I don't watch my Ps & Qs I'll find
myself leading Bettina into a corner to get a hand up her skirt for a
feel of her pussy!'

Fortunately, Bettina's dance card was well filled, at the end of the
waltz, she was claimed by a chap wearing Horse Guard dress uniform.
Prince Henry dabbed gently at his forehead with a silk handkerchief and
dashed into the supper room for a glass of champagne and a chat with
whoever he found there. An hour or nearly so passed in conversation
with numerous guests, by which time the Prince had imbibed rather more
than was conductive to good judgment.

At this point he became aware of the youngest Belham girl Lucinda, a
dark hared charmer of sixteen, not yet out of the school room, but here
in a new frock for her sister's great event. She giggled when the
Prince offered her his own glass, and took a sip or two from it,
warning him that she knew he wanted to make her drunk. He protested he
had no such improper scheme in mind and asked her to dance with him.

"Thank you, Your Royal Highness," she said, "but first I have a secret
to tell you." Nothing it seemed, would do, but that Prince Henry went
with her to a private place where her secret could not be overheard.
Had the Prince been fully sober and with his wits about him, he might
have considered this proceeding odd, but in his mood of genial elation,
he accompanied Lucinda out of the supper room, along a passage, and
into a small side room empty of people. Once inside and the door shut,
she turned to look at him with some confusion showing in her pretty
face.

"Out with it," cried the Prince, "tell me your secret!"

"Promise first not to be cross with me, Your Highness," said the girl,
her eyes downcast.

"Lord no!" said he merrily. "I am your true friend, dearest Lucinda,
and you may tell me anything."

"Then may I tell you I'm most deeply in love with you, darling Prince
Henry?" she said very courageously.

"Of course you may," said the Prince, his smile charming. "I have the
greatest affection for you too."

"I don't mean like that," she said, "not just a friendship sort of
love, nor yet a brother and sister sort of love. I mean the sort of
love for you that engaged girls have for their intended. I know it is
awfully improper to say it, but I want to hug you and kiss you, that
sort of love." Having made her declaration, Lucinda stood silent, her
pretty cheeks glowing a lovely pink and her eyes downcast. The Prince
held her out at arms length to survey her girlish beauty, and wrong
though he knew it was, he was much smitten. With lustful eyes he
devoured each charm and feature of her face and body, from her sweet
young neck to her fingertips, the gentle curves and the soft fullness
under her long white frock. His shaft had never gone slack properly
since he danced with Bettina, and now at this new stimulus it stood
hard on again.

"Lucinda, my dearest child," he murmured, quite lost in a trance of
delight. The charming young girl raised her shining eyes to gaze into
his handsome face at last, and he drew her slowly towards him, until
their bodies touched, and he could shower kisses on her face and neck.

"Oh yes," she said in seventh heaven, "you may hug me as tight as you
please, Your Highness. And do more if you wish."

"What do you mean, dearest girl?" the Prince asked, his hard cock
throbbing impatiently in his trousers. Lucinda stood on tip toe to put
her mouth close to his ear and whispered confidentially that she'd
heard from other girls that gentlemen often liked to put their hands on
the parts of female persons that people usually considered rude.
Exhilarated by the champagne he had taken and the closeness of the girl
to him, Prince Henry allowed his sensual emotions to quite overcome his
commonsense, by no means for the first time.

Lucinda's little hands held fast to his shoulders, and then gripped
tighter when he took hold of her white frock and raised it at the
front.

His arm went around her slender waist to support her, whist his other
hand moved delicately upwards between her tender young thighs, to the
opening of her drawers. Her head rested sweetly on his shoulder, and
with tenderness in his heart he stole a look at her face so close to
his own. Lucinda's eyes were closed, the lids lay softly over them, for
all the world as if in sweet surrender. On her little mouth was a half
smile of blissful anticipation.

The Prince's hand was inside her drawers, his palm lying flat on her
warm little belly, rubbing gently in slow circles. When a faint
blissful moan escaped her, his finger tips delved just a trifle down
towards the silky moss that adorned her virginal pussy. The princely
shaft was twitching so very strongly that a determined effort of will
was required not to rip open buttons and let the avid thing prance
forth in pride from his place of concealment, and force an entry into
Lucinda's maiden split. Hardly knowing how to restrain the fast
increasing passion in his breast, the Prince sank to his knees on the
floor, parting wide with trembling fingers the opening in Lucinda's
dainty undergarment.

He gazed in utmost delight at the curls of her little bush, and the
pouting rosy lips disclosed between creamy white thighs. She put a hand
on the back of his head, as if to urge him closer to her girlish
mystery. Nothing loath, Prince Henry implanted burning kisses on the
lusciously tempting pussy lips, then stiffened his tongue and held it
as firm as he could, and thrust the tip inside Lucinda. She gave a
started little shriek to feel her most secret parts invaded, but did
not draw back from the sensation.

After she had become familiar with the touch of the Prince's warm
tongue licking lightly over her hidden button, young as she was, she
showed that she was in no way backward in desiring more of this little
game. Her loins moved to the tempo of the Princely tongue in her
virginal pussy, and soon she was jibbing her belly and thighs at him in
convulsive little jerks.

It was in the Prince's mind to wonder if this could really be the first
time Lucinda had been played with between the thighs, for she was
showing no sign of shyness or reluctance. Before he came to a
conclusion, he heard her shriek, and felt her hands grip his shoulders
very tight. She was in the act of coming off and her very soul was
dissolving in spasms of bliss.

"How charming," he murmured, his face flushed scarlet with an
irresistible emotion, "how very charming, dear little Lucinda." He rose
slowly to his feet and held the shaking girl in his arms until the
throws of delight had completely passed. She put her cheek against his
stiff white shirt front, her eyes gazing up at him in respectful
devotion. "Did I please you, my dear?" he inquired softly. The adoring
girl assured him that his Highness was the most marvelous person in the
whole world, that she would gladly lay down her life and die for him
whenever he asked it of her, that all her life she would treasure the
memory of these moments of bliss. She uttered much more nonsense
besides, being infatuated for the first time, reason enough for the
outpouring of her girlish heart.

"Your Highness," she faltered, "may I... may I for only a moment..."

She was unable to complete her petition, so overwhelming did it seem to
her, but Prince Henry understood the gracious favor she yearned for,
and nodded his consent. At once she sank down to her knees and laid her
cheek against the long bulge showing in his trousers. The Prince stood
patiently, his hand stroking the girl's dark brown hair and smoothing
it back gently. She was emboldened by his understanding to set her
fingers to his trouser buttons and undo them, pausing between each, as
if expecting to be prevented from continuing. When at last she had all
of them undone, she slipped her hand inside to find Prince Henry's
jerking shaft and bring it out into the light.

The thought of what she might do next to his near bursting shaft was
almost enough by itself to make the Prince come off. She held it
loosely in her fingers, and advanced her lovely young face towards it,
and drew the wet tip of her tongue gently over the exposed head. Prince
Henry moaned softly, feeling the pressure building up inside his belly
to the point where he could not tolerate more without an explosion of
lust. Lucinda dimly understood that she was at the brink of a momentous
event, though she could hardly be expected in her innocence to realize
the full significance of it, or what the outcome would be when the
Prince spent.

For a second time she lapped her tongue over the head of his shaft, and
drew a long sigh of tremulous delight from him. His response to her
simple action evidently filled her with joy and pride, for she repeated
it again and then opened her mouth and placed it over his throbbing
shaft, she kept pressing her mouth downwards over his pulsating cock
and he could feel the restrictions of her throat against the head of
his unwieldy cock, she then pushed once more and he felt the
restrictions of his throat loosen and his throbbing shaft slide down
her throat until the chestnut curls of his pubic mount were up against
her mouth. He could feel her throat milking his cock and the bands of
muscle there tightening and loosening due to the large foreign object
lodged down into her gullet he could not hold himself back any longer
and his cock started to spurt in great volumous jets down her throat.
She pulled free of his cock before she choked and the final spurts
washed over her face and dribbled down her chin. Again he moaned for
the second time in the space of thirty seconds the floodgates of love's 
reservoir were opened, and out burst a stream of pearly essence to
spray Lucinda's face, while the Prince's little exclamations of bliss
rang in her ears.

She did not pull away, but stayed close to him all the time that his
hard standing cock bedewed her cheeks with Royal elixir. Only when he
had finished and had no more to give did she release her hold on his
trembling cock and stare up at him in surprise and delight, her lovely
young face displaying the trickles where his passion ran down towards
her chin. The Prince pulled out his silk handkerchief and wiped off her
face carefully, smiling his approval all the while. He raised her to
her feet and kissed her forehead, then presented to her the soaked
handkerchief with his royal monogram, for a keepsake of the pleasure
they had enjoyed with each other.

Lucinda hastened away to her room, to repair whatever damage to her
coiffure or clothes or person had been brought about by her rapturous
episode with Prince Henry, and he returned to the supper room to
refresh himself with a glass or two of champagne after the delicious
interlude. He was not left alone for long, for soon there came the
Belle of the ball herself, the lovely young Bettina, seeking him out.

Her face seemed to the Prince a trifle flushed and her manner somewhat
agitated. He strove with his normal impeccable polite way to put her at
ease, but nothing would avail. Finally it came to the point where she
declared their to be an affair of the utmost importance which she must
lay before his Highness at once, without the passage of even another
ten minutes. Naturally it occurred to the Prince that little Lucinda
had divulged her girlish secret into her sister's ear.

Buoyed up by excellent champagne, Prince Henry was not in the least
concerned when Bettina insisted on taking him to the same room that
Lucinda had led him to, and there confronted him with her tale. As he
had supposed, Lucinda had been quite unable to keep her own confidence
in so immensely important a matter, and had confided her joy and
satisfaction to Bettina. "How could you?" Bettina demanded, her blue
eyes flashing. "How could you take advantage of Lucinda's innocence?"
For the Prince it was an evening to indulge himself in every sensual
delight and pleasure that young girls could offer him. In the empty
room far removed from the music and gaiety of the ball he put a hand
lightly on Bettina's slender waist and drew her to him.

"Darling girl," said he, "I did not take advantage of Lucinda, I simply
made her dearest wish come true."

"She is only sixteen, a mere child still!" exclaimed eighteen year old
Bettina. "How could she possibly have dreams of a sensual manner at her
age, you are making excuses!" Prince Henry held her waist in both hands
while he kissed her mouth gently.

"There is no need to hide behind false modesty," he murmured, "when you
were sixteen yourself, dear Bettina, did you never finger your little
pussy and dream of the day when a man's hand should touch it? You are
grown up now, you may speak of these things to me."

"I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about," she said with a
slight nervous laugh.

Prince Henry's hands slid lightly upwards over her bodice, up to her
out swelling maidenly bosom, over the top of her low cut ball gown, and
down inside it. She gasped aloud when his eager hands insinuated
themselves under her titties and hoisted them out.

The Prince saw her mouth open to launch, maybe, an outcry of outraged
modesty, and he closed it with a long kiss. "Bettina, you must listen
to me for a moment before I let you go," he said his voice vibrant and
earnest. "You must tell me the truth, do not deny that you too have
dreamed of a man's strong hands on your bare titties. And of a male
hand in your drawers to stroke your darling little pussy."

"No, no!" Bettina murmured, in a tone that meant yes, yes!

"To press the matter further," said the Prince, "is it not I who in
your dreaming is always there to play with your pussy to bring you off?
The truth now, Bettina!"

"Oh, Your Highness!" she sighed, near to swooning from the excess of
her emotions. Her eyes half closed with pleasure, while Prince Henry
treated himself to a good feel of her young titties. "You must not ask
such questions, you must not!" she said in a dying voice. "I cannot
possibly reveal my innermost and most delicate thoughts to you."

"If not me, then to whom?" he inquired gently. His shaft was standing 
firmly erect, entertaining high hopes of being called into service
before long. The Prince took hold of Bettina's hand and pressed it
against his trousers, so that she could feel the jerking cock within.
Her fingers closed around the cloth covered cock and she uttered a
great gasp. The Prince felt confident that, although it was the first
male organ that she had held in her hand, she was fully informed of the
private parts. Nor did it seem that she was abashed by this sudden feel
of a hard cock.

"This is most improper, your Highness!" said she, sighing wistfully.
"It must stop at once."

"You forget yourself! I vow that I shall not release you until you have
answered my question, for my heart is set on knowing the whole truth,"
he declared, reveling in the feel of her warm titties in his palms.
Tell me, dear Bettina, have you not many a time longed for me to appear
and make your dearest dreams come true?"

"You must not force me to answer!" she cried, clutching hard at his
shaft in her anguish of mind.

"But I must know," he repeated. His voice shook with strong emotion,
which perhaps Bettina mistook for true love, though in actuality it was
pure lust.

"Then yes!" she admitted, thrown into a world of maidenly confusion by
the Prince's skillful manipulation of her titties. "Yes, more than once
have I longed for your presence and your touch on my body. You must
release me, now that you have wrung from me my deepest secret."

Far from letting her go, now that she had shown herself to be receptive
to his advances, Prince Henry swiftly hoisted up her Ball Gown and
pressed his hand between her thighs. "Dearest Bettina," he murmured,
"all evening long I have been yearning for an opportunity to hold you
in my arms and feel the trembling of your body against me!" Her
beautiful face colored a bright hue of scarlet when she felt a hand
glide over her thighs and feel for the opening of her drawers. Then it
was inside, and the Prince was treating himself to a long feel of her
virginal pussy.

"Oh!" she exclaimed. "Surely you wouldn't dare!"

"I dare all with you, Bettina," the Prince declared, as his fingers
probed gently between the warm young lips. In his trousers his cock was
throbbing furiously to call attention to it's urgent desires. Bettina
shivered deliciously to feel the motion against her hand, even though
it was muffled by the clothing between them. Prince Henry ripped opened
his trouser buttons and guided her hand in and onto his cock, whereupon
her hand closed about his six inches of hard jerking flesh.

"This is very imprudent," said Bettina, sighing, "suppose we are
interrupted!"

"Your delightful presence has raised my emotions too strongly to talk
of prudence or caution," the Prince exclaimed, "I want to come off in
your darling little hand, Bettina!"

"How indecent a thing to say!" she cried, her hand skimming up and down
on his trembling cock in a way that guaranteed to make his wish come
true in a very short time. The Prince thought he detected a new note in
her voice as his finger moved around inside her pussy and on her secret
bud as it became moist and slippery with sensual excitement.

She tugged his cock right out of his trousers and guided it up between
her thighs, to the opening of her thin drawers. Prince Henry glanced
down in bliss and observed how with two fingers she stretched open the
lips of her tender little pussy and pressed the swollen head of his
cock to her exposed pink button. At the delicious sensation he gasped
and almost delivered his royal tribute to her forthwith.

"You are taking advantage of my kindness to bring your dreams into
actuality," he sighed, feeling his shaft throbbing like a metronome
beating time.

"You awarded me the right when you raised the question!" she replied,
and he saw her dainty fingers open her virginal split open even wider,
and before he could prevent it, she had the swollen purple head of his
cock inside her.

"You shouldn't do that!" he gasped. Evidently Bettina's mind was made
up to make him a trophy of her maidenhead, but that was a gift that he
feared that may later become inconvenient.

"No more, Bettina", he whispered, but she was undeterred by his words
and pushed her loins gradually forward, until he felt how his iron hard
cock was stretching the walls of her little cunt to several times it's
normal size. "Stop now, while there is still time," he said. "To go any
further is to take a step that cannot be retracted."

"Why should I wish to retract?" Bettina murmured, gazing at his face
with adoration shining in her eyes.

It's my dearest wish to be united to you forever. Nevertheless, his
prohibition had some slight effect on her. She edged no closer, and 
only the head of his throbbing cock stayed in her little slit. "If
only, I dared to hope that you reciprocated my feelings," she sighed,
and to reinforce her silent plea for his devotion, she put her hands on
his shoulders and leaned forward to place a longing yet respectful kiss
on his mouth.

Her kiss and the twitching of her belly against him set the Prince's
blood racing faster through his veins. The sensations she was causing
him were so intense that he could feel his hot essence surging up his
shaft! He knew that in another second he would spurt his happy tribute
up into her hot little pussy!

Moaning softly, he pulled out of her in the nick of time. His copious
flood gushed out over her belly, wetting her drawers up to the waist,
before running down into her groin. "Oh not so soon!" Bettina
exclaimed, and he realized that she was afraid he would lose interest
in her before she had reached her own sexual spasm. Ever the gentleman,
the Prince put his hand between her legs, and his middle finger into
the wet lips of her pussy, and with amiable solicitude rubbed her
little bud until she attained the apex of bliss and lay weakly against
his chest in the aftermath of her sensual delight.

"Bettina, darling girl," he whispered in her ear, "together we have
tasted the supreme joy of life. But you must go to your room at once
and wash yourself, to preclude any after effects."

"You are so thoughtful," she murmured, and kissed his cheeks gently
before hastening away to take the precautions necessary. Prince Henry
returned to the ball room, and took a turn with a lady of his
acquaintance who had arrived late. This was no other than Mrs.
Willoughby-Codrington, and he was most surprised to see her, until
after an exchange of polite greetings between them he learned that she
had an eighteen year old daughter of her own who was present, as a
friend of the Hon. Bettina Belham.

"And your husband," asked the Prince, "is he also here?"

"Of course, Your Highness," Mrs. Willoughby-Codrington replied with a
knowing smile, he is in the supper room, unless I miss my guess,
quenching his thirst.

"Excellent," said the Prince, "he can discuss baccarat with Captain
Bolsover, who is also here somewhere. Meantime, my dear Myrtle, I have
something I wish to confide in you, and by lucky chance I have come to
know where there is a very suitable room that will afford us privacy
together."

After the pleasure of feeling young girls, the truth was that Myrtle
Willoughby-Codrington presented an appetizing picture of full grown
womanhood. Her jet black beaded, embroidered ball gown was cut very
low, to display her well fleshed arms and her ample bosom. In the
Prince's trousers his ever eager shaft was again standing at full
stretch.

Mrs. Willoughby-Codrington tapped his cheek coquettishly with her
ostrich feather and lowered her eye lids coyly. "Your Highness!" she
exclaimed. "Surely you cannot mean that you would be alone with me in
private, a married woman and a Bachelor Prince! What would people
think?"

"What people think is of little importance," said he, "for it is the
acknowledged right of each male member of the Reigning House to finger
the titties and pussies of any of his female acquaintances he chooses,
at any opportunity that comes along. And, when happy circumstances
favor him, it is his perfect right to fuck his female friends indoors
or out, in whatever place may be convenient, standing kneeling or lying
down."

"Oh," cried Mrs. Willoughby-Codrington, her cheeks pink.

"Moreover," the Prince continued, borne along on the flood of champagne
he had drunk that evening, "it is the patriotic duty of these aforesaid
female friends to let the Prince of the Blood satisfy himself on there
persons until his cock shrinks to a slackness and he can fuck no more."

"I am not all that sure this right is written into the British
constitution," said Mrs. Willoughby-Codrington, "but I am wholly
convinced by tradition and custom from time out of mind that it must be
correct, as you state. Where is this private room you mentioned?" In
less than five minutes Prince Henry had conducted her to the room where
Bettina and her sister Lucinda had allowed him to uncover and handle
the virginal delights of their persons. With Myrtle there was no need
for the delicacy of approach that he had used with the young maidens,
no sooner was the door closed behind him than he had Myrtle with her
back up against the wall and her plump titties out of the top of her
ball gown.

Conceding nothing in point of eagerness for the sensual spasm, Myrtle
undid the Prince's trousers and extracted his cock, to stroke with her
avid hand. "Is this what you wish to confide in me?" she cried, "This
darling cock of yours? Then it shall be as you wish, for I have the
ideal place in which to safeguard your secret!"

So saying she tucked up her dress around her waist and put his hard
cock into her well used pussy. "Yes deeper, deeper, push deeper!" she
cried as the Prince thrust in and out briskly. "Confide in me
completely!" Having no more than six inches to give, he bethought
himself of a way by which he could oblige Myrtle's lust for penetration
and he slipped his hands behind her, to grasp and part the soft cheeks
of her bum. A moment later his longest finger pressed into the tight
little knot of muscle he found between her lower cheeks

"Oh bliss!" she sighed. "Oh heaven!" She moved in time with the
Prince's movements, his cock and his finger sliding by turns into her
forward and rear openings, and soon she was panting in delight to feel
the fierce throes of pleasure that surged through her body, and the
palpitations of exquisite delight which made the velvet channel holding
to Prince's cock grip him in contractions of the sheerest bliss.

"Fuck me hard," she moaned, "I want to feel you coming off inside me!"
Prince Henry panted and poked faster, until a muffled scream burst from
Myrtle's lips and long spasm's shook her whole body. His triumphant
desire gushed into her in thick jets and he held her tightly whilst he
flooded her pussy. To come off with three different females in the
space of a hour, in the same room and in the self same posture, namely
standing erect face to face, made the ball, from Prince Henry's point
of view, an immense success.

CHAPTER 6
A Fearful Ordeal Recalled

The moment Prince Henry was informed that the Lady Prudence was
confined to her bed with a chill, he hastened to the suite of rooms she
and her husband occupied in Buckingham Palace, in order to pay his
respects, and extend his sincere wishes for her speedy return to
health.

Lady Frobisham's personal maid conducted him from the sitting room to
the bedroom, where the dearest object of the Prince's heart lay propped
on lace edged pillows in a four poster bed of which the curtains were
drawn round three sides, to exclude all draughts. The maid placed a
chair to face the open side of the bed, near enough to suggest
friendship and trust, and distant enough to satisfy the proprieties.
She withdrew from the room, curtsying to the Prince, and said she would
be in the sitting room, until called for.

The Prince sat down, taking note that Prudence bore little sign of her
chill beyond a slight pinkness about her delicate nostrils, and the
faintest of shadows beneath her lovely blue eyes. Her yellow hair was
unbound and combed out, and it hung over her shoulders and down her
back like a waterfall of purest gold. About her slender shoulders she
wore a stylish white bed shawl that crossed over her bosom and
concealed her nightgown.

Prince Henry commiserated with his darling on her affliction and
expressed his fondest hope she would quickly be restored to her natural
vigour, whereupon Lady Prudence in a tearful voice unfolded to him the
reason for her condition. "I suppose by now that gossip has by now
spread my humiliation right through the Palace," she said unhappily. "I
am so ashamed, to be treated thus by a man I trusted and once
respected, though never loved."

"Why, what is the matter?" asked the Prince.

"The matter is that my husband has become gravely disordered in his
wits, I fear," said Lady Prudence. "Two evenings past, after dinner,
whilst we took a turn through the Palace gardens before wishing each
other a good night and parting to go to our separate rooms, he was
seized by a fit of mental instability in which he assaulted me."

"Good God!" cried the Prince, "who could make neither head nor tail of
this. What did the damn fellow do? Did he beat you, is your beautiful
body bruised, my dear one?"

"Would it had been that!" she replied, in great distress of soul. I
could endure that with resignation... but the vicious degeneracy of his
attack has quite crushed my spirit."

"Tell me, I must know, Prudence! What has the confounded fellow done to
you?"

"It was dark in the gardens, with only the moonlight to show the way,"
she said. "Of a sudden, without the least warning, my husband flung
away his postprandial cigar into the bushes and began to upbraid me
bitterly for what he said was my coldness towards him."

"Now I was dumbfounded, for it is common knowledge that he has pursued
every lady at court, and has gained the favours of most of them, whilst
I have been left to languish alone, scorned and unloved by the very
person who ought to have honoured his conjugal duty nightly. Judge then
the depth of my surprise to here these ungenerous accusations!"

"You spoke truly," said the Prince, "Frobisham has lost his wits and
become deranged."

"I had no opportunity to answer his charges," Prudence went on, "for
with an oath I will not soil my lips by repeating, he seized me by the
shoulders and hurled me to the ground. I cried out in fear, thinking he
meant to murder me and my last moment had come. But no! in his mental
aberration he inflicted on me a fate worse than death."

"What are you saying dear Prudence!" the Prince exclaimed, taking her
trembling little hand in his own hand, to ease her distress. "He flung
himself bodily on me," said she, "and oh horror! He turned up my
clothes with savage hands and ripped open my drawers, laying me bare
from waist to knees! Oh the shame of that moment, to feel my person
exposed in a public place by my own husband! I begged him to release
me, but my words seemed to only inflame him further. He growled like an
animal that he would do as he chose with me, and in another instant he
rammed his stiff organ into me. I shrieked with the shock, but he was
remorseless and drove into me with great fury, his savage hands tearing
at my bodice to expose my bosom!"

"Lord!" said Prince Henry. "Here's a rum... Go, if you like, a man
ravishing his own wife! I never heard of such a thing."

"Be that as it may," said Prudence, her tone sharp at what seemed an
irrelevant interruption of her harrowing tale, I lay thinking my last
moment had come, until Frobisham loosed a bestial howl and spent
copiously into me.

"My poor dear Prudence," said the Prince, establishing a note of proper
sympathy for her garden ordeal, "how perfectly horrid for you to be so
abused by one you trusted implicitly! Did he have anything to say for
himself afterwards?"

"Afterwards!" exclaimed Lady Prudence, in indignation of the
recollection. "There was no afterwards. Whilst I lay dazed and broken
on the grass, Frobisham knelt up and flung me over face down, seized my
cloths and ripped them open from hem to neck, so that my back was
entirely exposed. Now I knew the instant of death was here, and he
would strangle me now that he had slacked his lust inside my body. But
no, he hurled himself onto my back and thrust his vile cock, which had
remained stiff even though he had already come once, into my rear
passage!"

"The man's a monster!" said the Prince. "An evil brute of a depraved
monster! He belongs in Bedlam, not at liberty amongst decent people and
defenceless young woman!"

"Trapped beneath his weight, face down as I was and helpless, I
implored him to desist from this shameful act," Prudence said
mournfully, "but it was of no avail. He hissed at me that he is my
husband and I am his to use as he shall please. And then, oh infamy he
spent inside my rear passage and I thought I would die of shame and
despair."

"Great scot!" the Prince exclaimed, hardly able to take in so much
degradation of spirit in so short a time. "Front and back, the mind
reels!"

"When I came to myself and found his weight had been removed from my
back," Prudence continued in a near whisper, "I believed in my
simplicity that the fearful ordeal was at an end at last, but it was
not so, alas."

"The devil you say!" Prince Henry cried. "Do you mean to say Frobisham
had you a third time in the moonlight? What virility, what strength!
I'd never thought him up to it!"

"His shameless lust is no cause for congratulation," Prudence observed
tartly.

"Indeed it is not, my dear. But did he?"

"In his derangement there were no depths to which he did not sink that
night," said she. He rolled me on my back again and I feared a fresh
assault on my ravaged and abused pussy, but it was otherwise. Frobisham
tore my clothing up the front, as he had up the back, so that no part
of my person remained covered. He knelt over me and sat over my belly,
and in the pale light of the moon I saw that the organ protruding from
his undone trousers remained even then in a distended and stiff
condition. He gripped it in his hand and rubbed up and down furiously,
ordering me to look at it while he thus abused himself."

"My word!" said Prince Henry, astonished to learn of antics of this
sort in the Palace gardens by night. "And was he able a third time to
come off?"

"Assuredly he could," Lady Prudence informed him, "and never did I
doubt he would, for in the first happy months of our marriage it was
Frobisham's habit to fuck me at least five or six times a day. But this
was not enough for him, and he went in chase of other females around
the Palace."

The Prince experienced feelings of deep envy at this account of
Frobisham's natural powers, though wisely he said nothing. Sounding as
if she were to expire of shock, Prudence went on with her tale:

"Whilst I lay helpless on the grass underneath him, unable to evade
observing his disgraceful act of self abuse," she moaned, "he taunted
me with his conquests of how Lady Pertwhistle was a better fuck than
me, how Lady Dumbridge had bigger and softer titties, how Lady Bastable
knew how to drive a man frantic with joy by taking his organ in her
mouth. Ah, the stream of his viciousness was unending!"

"By Jove, something must be done to stop the fellow!" cried the Prince.
"I shall consult the Attorney General on the legal position before the
day is out." Privately he had committed to memory the names of the
court ladies mentioned by Prudence and their special talents in the
arts of pleasing a man. If Frobisham had pioneered the way, it seemed
only reasonable that the Prince himself should take full advantage of
these discoveries and enjoy what the ladies had to offer.

To be truthful, he had already had a feel of Lady Dumbridge's big soft 
titties and promised himself to fetch off between them the next time he
saw her. The information that prim little Lady Bastable was adept at
pleasuring a man's cock with her mouth was highly interesting, and
would be followed up as soon as possible.

"He let drop something else in his depraving boasting of his
conquests," said Lady Prudence, dropping her voice to an almost
inaudible whisper to indicate the confidentiality of what she was about
to reveal, "perhaps it was no more than his diseased imagination at
work, but he mentioned the name of your Royal Aunt, the Princess
Charlotte."

"Did he now!" Prince Henry exclaimed in high dudgeon. "Did the black
hearted bounder have the brazen audacity to claim he had poked my Aunt
Charlotte? I'll have him horse whipped!"

It was quite clear in the Prince's memory what Charlotte had said of
Lord Frobisham, that she had not allowed him to fuck her, though she
had amused herself by provoking his spasm until he became so weak that
he required assistance of a pair of footmen to help him walk.

"His words were wild and whirling," said Prudence. "He had then excited
himself very furiously by hand, and scarcely knew what he was saying,
but the words I made out from his fevered babbling were 'The Princess
Charlotte's pussy is much nicer that yours, Prudence I know because
I've had my face between her thighs.'"

"Oh, he shall pay for this impudence!" said the Prince, whose devotion
to his darling aunt was fierce and unwavering. "Did he say any more?"

"Nothing, for at that moment he came off to the manipulation of his own
hand and splattered my face and lips with his fluid. The ordeal was too
much to bear, and I swooned away. Some time later I came to myself,
lying naked on the ground, with my clothing about me in tatters.
Frobisham was nowhere in sight and whether he had taken advantage yet
again of me while I lay and swoon, I cannot tell. There was a
slipperiness in my mouth I could not account for, and my titties were
slippery and wet, which may have been the dew of the night, or
something else."

"How on earth did you regain your apartment without being seen in this
distressing condition?"

"I hid in the shrubbery until I heard the clock strike two, and then
crept into the Palace by the staff door near the stables, and so to my
room. But lying unconscious on the grass with my belly exposed had
chilled me through, and I am now only getting over the head cold it
caused."

"And Frobisham, where is he? Have you seen him since?"

"No, nor am I likely to. He went straight from ravishing me to his club
in St James, and has remained there. It is possible he is feeling
ashamed of what he did to me and dare not return to confront me. Then
so be it, I have no wish to see him."

"Your sufferings have been atrocious," said the Prince, "but you are a
dear brave soul and have borne your ordeal well. If only there were
something I could do to comfort you." With that he rose from his chair
and seated himself on the side of the bed, so that he could take
Prudence in his arms and comfort her with a chaste kiss to her smooth
forehead.

"I am the unhappiest female in the land," said she, "united by ties of
marriage to a man I loath and despise, who behaves toward me worse than
any street walker he might pick up."

"This shall not be allowed to continue, you have my word, my dearest
one," the Prince said softly.

Even as he spoke, his hand slipped down under the bed clothes that
covered Prudence from her waist down, felt under her long nightgown and
up until he was stroking her hot belly.

"Oh, if only matters could be rearranged to our satisfaction," Prudence
sighed, letting her legs slide apart a little, in case her Royal suitor
wished to feel her pussy. Her lips received his in a fiery kiss that
spoke of the great strength of their mutual passion for each other, and
he placed her hand on his stiff standing cock, which he had released
out of the restraint of his trousers. She had disengaged herself from
the kiss as if abashed, her face scarlet to the lobes of her ears,
though her hand remained clasped around his hard cock in loving
embrace. "Give me your solemn word that you will never lose a proper
sense of respect for me," she sighed tenderly, or else I must forbid
any further familiarity between us. Promise me now most faithfully that
you will make no attempt on my honour, and you will desist from trying
to persuade me to let you fuck me, for I am wholly antagonistic to the
prospect of penetration, after the horrors that were perpetrated on me
by Frobisham. Swear it, my dearest, for my sake!"

"I do swear," said the Prince, "I swear on all I hold most dear to me,
I swear on your milk white titties, and I swear it on your darling
pussy, that sweet slit in which I can never experience the Heavenly
bliss of thrusting my shaft. Trust me, my dearest Prudence, for I
understand your reluctance to allow any man to put his shaft up your
silky curled cunt and deluge it's hot depths with his hot passion,
after such gross misuse."

She was greatly reassured by the sincerity of his words and allowed him
to press his lips to hers once more in a luscious kiss, and to thrust
the tip of his tongue into her mouth. Her hand still held his hard cock
and toyed with it nervously, whilst the Prince's fingers had found
there way not merely into the bed and up under the hem of her
nightgown, but right into her velvety pussy to touch her hidden button.

"Oh," Prudence murmured suddenly, and in a moment he felt her cunt turn
slippery under his fingers.

"Let me see this poor darling abused little pussy!" Prince Henry cried,
and threw back the bed clothes. At this there was a stifled shriek from
the lady, and her legs rose up from the bed in a reflex action which
may have been intended as a measure of self protection, but which
served only to slide her night gown higher up her thighs, until she was
uncovered to her lovely round dimple of a belly button.

"Remember your vow, do not ravish my honour!" Lady Prudence exclaimed
as the Prince raised her nightgown to her titties. Yet it seemed she
did not protest unduly, and she could surely have done more, had she
wished, to prevent the display of her creamy belly and her high and
delicate titties, on which Prince Henry was casting looks of lustful
admiration.

"Oh Prudence how it pains me to think that this darling pussy was
subjected to violence," said he, his shaft jerking in her hand. So
saying, he allowed his hand to play across her exposed thighs, which
she held together in a show of modesty. "Ah, how very delightful," he
murmured, "I declare these are the smoothest and whitest pair of thighs
I've seen for a very long time, my dear."

All the while he ran his hand up and down Lady Frobisham's naked flesh,
then as she stared into his eager face, he pressed his palm over the
joint of her thighs, covering the soft blond curls that adorned her
prominent mound. Soon his middle finger probed the lips of her pussy,
and the delicate pink tint that came to her lovely face witnessed the
intensity of her emotions. "I am reassuring my self that there is no
damage done within by the forcible introduction of Frobisham's shaft,"
the Prince explained. "Happily, all seems to be well, my dearest, for
the response I observe to my touch is natural and normal."

Indeed so normal and natural were the sensations aroused by the
Prince's gentle manipulations of her tenderest portion that Prudence
took fright that she might betray her honor and plead with him to fuck
her. This she had not the slightest doubt he would perform instantly,
for she held in her hand evidence that the account of her ravishment
had excited him to an exceptionally high degree. If for only an instant
she relaxed her vigilance, the Prince's hard cock would undoubtedly be
up her, leaving her gasping and dishonored on her back, with her pussy
soundly fucked and filled with his pearly fluid.

To safeguard herself against this fate, she rubbed her dainty hand
swiftly up and down the Prince's throbbing cock, the jerk and leap of
it in her palm advising her that very little more handling would be
required to persuade it to deliver it's sticky essence harmlessly in
her palm. Even as she stroked it, she was not immune from a gasp or two
of wonder that it had grown to so impressive a length and thickness at
her touch.

Prince Henry, too, gasped loudly in the throes of his pleasure and
ravaged Prudence's wet split with his fingers, feeling her soft belly
straining upwards to press her exposed button on his touch. Even as he
strove diligently to bring her off, there arrive the moment of his own
bodily spasm, his mouth gaped wide in a long cry of bliss and his limbs
shook in tremors that racked him from head to foot.

He stared down in admiration and delight at his leaping shaft in
Prudence's hand, feeling the pent up desire in his belly swelling into
a mighty outburst. His back arched to thrust his shaft forward at
Prudence's bare belly, and in another instant he gushed the hot flood
of his lust over her, spraying her from her titties down to her fair
haired pussy. Her round and pretty belly button was filled with his
raging fluid, until it brimmed over and ran down her sides to the bed
sheet on which she lay.

"There!" said Prudence. "That will calm your agitation for a little
while, my dearest, while we converse together," and she continued to
manipulate his spurting shaft until she extracted the last drop from
him and it drooped in satisfaction at last. Nevertheless, she had
reckoned without her own agitation, for the yearning in her wet pussy
placed her to some extent at the mercy of Prince Henry. Scarcely did 
the last pearly drop of his passion hang trembling from the empurpled
head of his swollen cock than with trembling hand he was stretching her
open to the very limit of what could be borne without discomfort, to
fully expose the pink button within. His sly fingertips were over it,
tickling it and smoothing it, flicking it and rubbing it, until
Prudence squealed in delight.

"My darling girl, I believe you're about to come," said he, whereupon
his fingertip agitated her tender nub to sensations too thrilling for
the human frame to bear for more than moments, and in a sudden flurry
of bucking hips and shaking legs, Lady Prudence reached the climax of
sensual bliss and came off hard.

After they had recovered their tranquillity and Prince Henry had
bestowed at least a score of kisses on prudence's bare titties and
belly in gratitude and affection, and she had shown her warmth of
feeling towards him by placing a delicate little kiss or two on his
limp cock, very naturally the Prince began to think of continuing their
pleasing games together.

It seemed very obvious Frobisham had forfeited by arrant brutality and
depraved recklessness every legal or moral claim he might ever have
owned over the person of his beautiful wife. Therefore there could be
no sensible reason for Prudence to continue to resist the Prince's
longing to get his cock up her and enjoy the supreme felicity that
fucking could provide. With a honeyed tongue, as the saying goes, he
put this chain of reasoning to she whom he adored, even going so far as
to quote some lines by Sir John Suckling, the Cavalier poet:

"Let maidens of a timorous mind
Refuse when they most want it,
But you for poking were designed,
And surly you must grant it,
Then let me feel between your thighs,
Be neither shy or grieving,
But part your legs with joyful sighs,
For fucking's just like heaven."

Nevertheless, in spite of all Prince Henry's urging, Prudence pulled a
long face and said, "No, I dare not." The Prince then demanded to be
told why he was denied the acme of bliss when it lay within her power
to grant it, and her explanation took him by surprise and dismayed him.

Frobisham, said she, had abused her helpless body because he suspected
that she was in love with another, namely, His Royal Highness Prince
Henry. He had separated himself from the matrimonial residence by
moving into his club, from which it could be clearly deduced that he
intended to bring an action at law, naming the Prince and demanding
exemplary compensation for the deprivation of his conjugal rights by
the accused in an illegal and adulterous connection.

Prince Henry listened in disbelief to this conjecture by Lady Prudence
and presented the counter argument that Frobisham was too well known as
an adulterer himself with half the ladies at the court, to bring any
such action. To which Prudence replied that there was one law for men
and another for woman, as the Prince very well knew. It mattered not if
Frobisham was caught naked in the act with half a dozen females, one
single act of infidelity by Prudence herself was enough to brand her a
fallen woman, and give the verdict to her husband. He would surely
demand a huge sum in compensation from the Prince.

"That be damned," said Prince Henry, "I've no cash to pay out damages,
though the lord chief justice himself may order me to. And Frobisham
must surely know that, so wherein lies the gain to him in airing his
grievances at law?"

"You underestimate his low cunning," said Prudence, "for what he will
do is carry his accusation to Her majesty the Queen and in a show of
false patriotism claim that he does not wish to slur the reputation of
the Royal family by hauling a Prince into the witness box as an
adulterer, as your Uncle the Prince of Wales was once dragged into
court by Lord Mordaunt. The Queen will surely buy him off, and her
blame will fall heavily upon you, my dearest boy."

"But this is fiendish!" cried the Prince. "What a low cur is this
Frobisham! He is no true Englishman, by God!"

"You see now why I may not surrender to your plea," Prudence said,
"however hotly my heart yearns for you, and every fibre of my being
longs for your embrace. When I am summoned before Her Majesty to answer
Frobisham's charges, as I am sure I shall be, I intend to gaze into
Queen Victoria's face and answer with truth and complete sincerity that
between Your Highness and me no act of coition has ever taken place."

"Lord, but you're a damn smart woman," exclaimed the Prince in
admiration. "Well thought of, Prudence! I too shall assure my revered
Grand Mama that Frobisham is a liar and a traducer and my cock has
never been once inside your darling pussy."

"Not in those words!" said Prudence. "Not before Her Majesty, or you
will be banished for life!"

"No, not in those words," the Prince agreed with a grin. "You may be
sure I shall have my valet find an expression for me to use which
combines delicacy of phrase with clarity of meaning. Yet I wonder what
words the late lamented Prince Albert spoke when he nightly fingered
dear Grand Mamas pussy in her youth? And when she laid hold of his cock
and gave it a rub, what was her word for it, I ask myself? Perhaps they
spoke in German when he fucked her what do you think Prudence?"

"Your question is vulgar and indelicate," said she, "and it may even be
a type of treason to speculate on the matter. I beg you to desist."

"By all means," Prince Henry agreed, "for I have a letch for you, my
dear, and can wait no longer." So saying he rolled Prudence quickly
over on the bed until she lay face down. He pulled up her fine white
nightgown until he had bared her full round bottom and ran his fingers
along the deep and luscious crease between her rosy cheeks. His cock
stood rock hard out of his unbuttoned trousers, and without hesitation
he flung himself over Prudence's back, panting with lewd desire.

She gasped loudly at the touch of his hot headed cock on her bare
bottom, and exclaimed, "No, No," when with slow strength he pushed his
throbbing shaft between her well fleshed cheeks. The gradual distension
of her rearward aperture caused her to moan and wiggle her rump in a
manner that made him hotter still to get inside her. He maintained his
steady pressure, and felt his length sliding in.

"But, my dearest, this is a kind of coition," she stammered. "To do it
may sadly weaken our case when we stand accused by my deranged husband!
Withdraw, I implore you, my darling boy, and I will relieve you of your
nervous tension by hand."

"Nonsense," Prince Henry sighed in extraordinary delight as his
engorged cock glided gently in and out of her tight little passage,
"coition is a physician's polite word for fucking and a female is only
fucked when there's a cock up her pussy and spending. Otherwise you
could say she'd been fucked when a man had only rubbed his cock up
against her belly and fetched off inside her drawers."

"You are trying to deceive me with words!" cried Prudence.

"Not a bit of it my dear, I'm trying to make you see things straight.
Would you personally say that Frobisham had fucked Lady Bastable
because he's had his shaft in her mouth and come off there? Of course
not.

"Nor is this fucking what I'm doing to you now, for your pussy is
unscathed."

"Do not mention that monster of a man to me!" Prudence cried out,
seemingly forgetting her complaint about the exact nature of Prince
Henry's abnormal use of her charming person. "What he did to me was
vile beyond speaking!"

"Tell me one thing," the Prince murmured, "and you may speak in
absolute frankness, for I have given my heart to you without reserve,
dearest Prudence, and everything that concerns you has a place in my
curiosity."

"What do you want to know?" she cried, and drew in a sharp breath as
his cock sank deeper into her, and his belly lay on the cheeks of her
bottom.

"When Frobisham threw you down in the garden and ravished you, did you
come off?" Prince Henry asked.

"What a question to ask of a victim!" Prudence exclaimed in anguish and
outrage. "You could as well inquire of a saint in heaven if her cruel
martyrdom was enjoyable." Sensations of the purest pleasure were
coursing through the Prince to the slow side of his cock inside the
narrow orifice that held him embedded. Prudence's long golden tresses
lay down over the milk white flesh of her bare back, a wondrous sight
to a man on the verge of coming off. The Prince rubbed his cheek and
mouth against those soft strands in delight and incipient ecstasy.
Beneath his loins Prudence's rump jibbed upwards in a nervous rhythm
that convinced him as words never could that she too was experiencing
thrills of delight.

"You did, didn't you?" he sighed. "You came off because you couldn't
help it when Frobisham fucked you, admit it!"

"Yes she shrieked," her sensual climax fast approaching. "I tried not
to, but the sensation was too great when he ravished me and I was
forced against my will to endure the spasms of my coming off. Now you
have wrenched my darkest secret from me!"

"Both times he did it to you?" the Prince gasped, as he came to the
short strokes. "Front and rear, Prudence?"

"Yes if you must know!" she cried. "I came each time he imposed his
lustful will on my helpless body!"

"I'm so glad," panted Prince Henry, "I don't like to think I am having
all the pleasure and you none, in this backward poke, it pleases me to
learn that your beautiful body is sensitive and responsive to the hurly
burly of fucking, in circumstances deemed unusual by many. I'm coming
Prudence!"

A final flurry of short fast thrusts carried him to the peak of
thrilling though perverted sensation, and his Princely essence spurted
up her abused aperture. Lady Frobisham squealed and shook under him as
she too came off.


CHAPTER 7
Yet More Bad News

A day or two after Lady Belham's Ball for her daughter's birthday
Prince Henry was at home in his apartments in Buckingham Palace and
hard at work. He was attempting to write a letter to Lady Frobisham, a
love letter setting forth his eternal devotion and respect for her, and
trusting that she would, before too long a time had elapsed, reconsider
her prohibition on poking and give him access to her pussy, for he
dreamed of her nightly, he wrote in his letter, and of fucking her on
her back on some convenient piece of furniture and, he added, he awoke
each morning with the wet stain of spilled passion soaking into his
night shirt.

Not a word of it was true, but if dear Prudence were ever to change her
mind and let him poke her, his plea must necessarily be heart rendering
and utterly sincere. Should he write that he was in such dire need of a
poke with her that his excessive emotions compelled him to pull down
every passing chambermaid whom he encountered in the Palace and ravish
her to a standstill? No, that would not be received sympathetically by
his darling Prudence for ladies considered it most unsavory for
gentlemen to have carnal connection with female servants. What more
then could be added to his letter to turn his beloved's sentiments
toward him?

Should he write that his unsatisfied desire to fuck her dear pussy
inflamed him past reason and made him careless of all reputation, that
he trice a day pulled out his aching shaft and relieved himself by hand
of his lust, no matter where he chanced to be? Servants, courtiers,
visitors, all had been witness to these sudden spasms, when he flung
himself down on the nearest chair or sofa and fetched himself off,
suppose he said that to catch Prudence's attention and sympathy? That
he had become the sole topic of gossip and rumor throughout the palace?
That many a lady had taken pity on his plight and offered him her pussy
to relieve his passion, rather see it wasted in his hand.

But before the Prince could make up his mind whether a story so
fanciful stood the slightest chance of being believed by the lady he
adored, he was interrupted by a footman. "If Your Royal Highness
pleases," said the man, "Lady Belham is without, and requests a private
audience."

"But I'm not expecting her," the Prince objected.

"No, Your Highness, but her Ladyship asked me to say that she needs to
speak to Your Highness on a matter of the gravest and most delicate
importance. Those were her very words."

"Oh, show her in," said Prince Henry, somewhat impatiently.

Lady Belham and his own dearest Mama had been friends for so long that
both had forgotten when they had first met as girls some thirty years
or more ago. After the sad demise of the Prince's father, naked on top
of a charming little actress in Paris, the sorrowing widow had
withdrawn from British public life and gone abroad. She passed her time
in Baden in the summer season and went to Rhodes to avoid the winter.

The Prince saw his Mama only once a year, he paid a visit of respect to
her in Baden, where he found her accompanied by a different young man
each time. The present one could be hardly any older than the Prince
himself. From that he deduced that his darling mama was making the most
of her widowhood.

For her sake, he allowed her old chum Lady Belham to remain in touch
with him, and to delude herself with high hopes that a daughter of hers
might be joined in the bonds of Holy Matrimony one day to the Princely
son of her dearest friend. It seemed to him reasonably harmless to let
her dream on, but now Bettina at last had reached a marriageable age,
there might be difficulty in shaking loose the implanted idea.

There was no doubt in the Prince's mind that Lady Belham had called on
that very subject. Ostensibly her visit would be to inquire if he had
enjoyed the birthday ball, and had he noticed how very lovely Bettina
had grown in the past eighteen months. It was tedious in the extreme to
have to listen to such stuff but out of respect for his Mama, the
Prince made up his mind that he would bear it patiently.

Five minutes elapsed before the footman returned with Lady Belham,
ushered her into the Prince's own private rooms with a bow, and
withdrew. The Prince rose from his chair from the writing desk, to
extend his hand to his visitor. Lady Belham was all in black. Her very
stylish day frock and her short flared jacket were both of rustling
black satin, her broad brimmed hat was black itself and trimmed with
shiny black ribbon and jet black beads. Her gloves were black, the shoe
toe that peeped momentarily out from under her voluminous skirt was
black as the ace of spades.

Only her face was white, dead white with the pallor of strong emotion.
"Good God!" The Prince exclaimed, "what has happened, Lady Belham, has
there been a tragic occurrence in your family?"

"Yes, Your Royal Highness," she said hollowly, "a shattering blow has
been dealt to us." The kind hearted Prince took her gloved hand and led
her to a chair at once, begging her to acquaint him with the fearful
and crushing news she brought.

Whereupon she looked up at him with eyes of flame and cheeks that
blushed suddenly with chagrin. "Never did I think to say such words to
a scion of the Royal House and the son of my oldest and dearest
friend!" she cried, "but it is a mother's duty to speak out frankly in
defense of the honor of her family. The words shall be spoken, whatever
blame and disgrace may follow, the truth shall not be hid! You are a
vile seducer of young girls, Your Highness!"

"Oh Lord," said the Prince in dismay.

"I am the most loyal of Her Majesty's subjects," Lady Belham went on,
"but I will not be silenced or shamed. Words cannot be adequate to
describe what you have done, nor censure too heavy for it. You are a
veritable monster of perverted sexuality, and a low cad to boot!"

"Steady on!" the Prince protested, "I don't know what it is you think
I'm guilty of, but it can't be that bad!"

"You know perfectly well what you are guilty of," exclaimed the irate
lady, no longer bothering to accord him the correct form of address as
Your Highness. "You have defiled the sweet innocence of my daughter
Bettina. You have wantonly destroyed her most precious virginity! You
have subjected her abuse so vile that the mind reels in contemplation
of it."

Prince Henry sat down on the nearest chair, taken aback by so furious
an onslaught. Nevertheless, he did not propose to stay silent and
defenseless in face of Lady Belham's accusations. A consideration that
was of some slight comfort to him was that she was speaking only of
Bettina, and evidently had been told nothing of his earlier escapade
with Lucinda. "Look here," said he, "what Bettina may have told you I
don't know, nor do I care. I shall tell you the entire truth myself,
for I have nothing I am ashamed of, nothing, I repeat, nothing beyond
the natural exuberance of youth. Well perhaps there was a trifling
indiscretion with her."

"Trifling! You may call it that," she cried, "for you have trifled with
the affection of my innocent little girl!"

"Hear me out," said the Prince, remaining unruffled, "during the course
of a delightful evening at the Ball to which you so kindly invited me,
I found myself alone for a few minutes with dear Bettina. I was so
greatly taken, as who would fail to be, by her fresh young prettiness
of face and form that I allowed myself a kiss or two. I did not abuse
her, you may take my word as a gentleman on that, Lady Belham."

"A kiss or two you say? Tell me, if you dare, where these kisses were
placed?"

"On Bettina's cheek, I seem to remember," the Prince admitted somewhat
vaguely, wondering what the foolish girl had admitted to her mother,
and why.

"On her cheek?" said Lady Belham, her tone laden with heavy and
unpleasant sarcasm. "And elsewhere on her person, you dare not deny
it!"

"If I did, the kiss was a chaste salutation to her youthful
loveliness," the Prince said.

What he had done with Bettina and what he had done with her sister
Lucinda were confused together in his memory. The fucks he had against
the wall had turned into one glorious blur in his recollection. "And
when you had the unmitigated perversity to put your hand to her
virginal female parts, was that too a chaste salute?"

"Most assuredly," the Prince insisted, b"ut tell me, my dear Lady
Belham, whom I have held in the greatest affection since my childhood,
because of your friendship with my darling Mama and your many acts of
kindness towards me, tell if you will why you believe it perverse for a
young lady's pussy to be felt by an admirer? Has never his Lordship
felt your pussy, or even perhaps saluted it with his lips?"

"You are a degenerate!" she cried. "It is useless to speak to you on
this, I see clearly! You have admitted to soiling Bettina's honor, you
are a violator of innocence and virtue!"

"Dear Bettina wanted a private word or two with me," said the Prince,
feeling a sense of boredom stealing over him at the oft repeated
accusations, "we went out of ear shot of the others to talk. It may be
I allowed myself to become a fraction too easy and free with your
daughter, but I have known her so long that she is to me almost a
sister."

"Evasions are fruitless," she told him, "the simple truth is that you
ravished my daughter's maidenhood and made of her a ruined girl."

"Not a bit of it!" the Prince exclaimed stoutly. "I did not fuck her.
If she says otherwise, then it must be that so young and inexperienced
a girl is ill informed as to the process of poking, and perhaps thinks
that she has been when she hasn't."

"This is mere sophistry," said Lady Belham, glaring at him with eyes of
fury. "To settle the matter beyond all question, did you or did you not
put your distended organ into the female parts between Bettina's legs?
Answer me yes or no!"

"I will not be bullied into false admissions of culpability," the
Prince retorted. "All that took place between us consisted in the very
tip of my shaft being lodged for a few moments only between the lips of
Bettina's pussy."

"You stand condemned out of your own mouth!" Lady Belham cried. "You
deflowered my innocent daughter!"

"I did no such a thing! If you doubt my word, then summon your family 
physician and have him examine Bettina. He will find her maidenhood
intact, for all I did to it."

"But you have just admitted violating her!"

"The plain truth of it is, Bettina wanted to know how it felt to have a
cock up her, although I myself was much against it. She managed to get
the head of my cock in the entrance of her pussy, but I let her proceed
no further."

"What do I hear!" Lady Belham said. "You sullied Bettina in your base
lust and now you have the effrontery to blame her for what you did to
her? You will inform me next that you did not spend in her!"

"Nor did I," said he, "I pulled right out when I felt myself about to
come off, and discharged my cream safely on her belly, where no harm
was done."

"No harm done! Great God, what a low cynical remark to make in
connection with a young girls sacred virtue!"

"Dear Lady Belham," said the Prince, seeking to appease her and get rid
of her as soon as he was able, "you have known me all my life, and I
pride myself, you have held me in some measure of fond esteem. Surely
you cannot believe I would be so base as to lie about your daughter's
virginity?"

"All men lie when they have ruined a girl of good repute and wish to
escape blame," said the aggrieved mother. "I tell you plainly that I do
not believe you."

"Tell me this," said Prince Henry, wondering how he was going to
extricate himself from this predicament, "have you examined Bettina's
person yourself?"

"Most certainly not, the suggestion is shaming beyond words," exclaimed
Lady Belham, "her confession is sufficient for me. I came here to give
you the opportunity of explaining yourself, and perhaps of offering to
make amends for my daughter's ruin, by suggesting the honorable
alliance of wedlock between you. I have heard nothing but untruths and
evasions, and not the least hint of remorse. Then so be it, I have no
choice left for me but to forward a complete account of the matter to
your Mama abroad and plead with her to restore, as only she can, the
honor of my family by instructing you to take my daughter to wife."

With that Lady Belham rose to her feet and turned her back most rudely
to the Prince and stalked towards the door. The act displeased and
angered him further, for he was already seething with rage at her
impoliteness. The dread prospect of marriage to anyone, Bettina or
another, was appalling to his bachelor heart, but worse of all was Lady
Belham's threat to upset his darling Mama with her ridiculous tale of
woe.

And he'd not even poked the girl! Not a proper poke, for no one could
count fetching off in a girl's belly button as poking her, the idea was
too ludicrous. To disturb his Mama with her paltry complaint of ruined
virtue, at the very thought there surged through the Prince's breast
the same strong emotions that drove Lord Frobisham to hurl Prudence to
the ground and vent his fury on her body. With an inarticulate cry of
anger the Prince threw himself at Lady Belham's retreating back. His
arms went round her waist and met over her protruding belly, and as he
overbalanced and fell down to his knees to the carpet, he brought her
down with him, to land on hands and knees, her rear towards him.

She cried aloud to feel his hands on her person, holding her to prevent
her from rising. A moan of horror escaped her when his hands forced
their way up inside her short black day jacket to grasp at her big
slack titties through the rustling satin of her frock. The shock of her
fall had caused her hat to slide forward over her face, so that the
broad brim cut off her view of all but itself.

"Are you mad!" she cried while her titties were being most cruelly
handled. "Release me at once!" Prince Henry paid no attention to her
outcry, his blood being up, his cock hard on, and his mind a raging
cauldron of desire to revenge his slighted honor on this wretched and
complaining person. He almost snarled in delight when he heard her cry
of anguish to feel her frock raised behind, to uncover her legs in
black stockings and her white drawers, which her crouching down
position had pulled taunt over her fat bottom.

Lady Belham's face was scarlet as she glared back at Prince Henry over
her shoulder and told him to desist! Alas for her, the Prince was not
receptive to the requirement of good manners or decency at that moment.
He had ripped open the buttons of his trousers to release his stiff
cock, while he stared at the matching half moons of Lady Belham's
bottom. In an instant he had parted the rearward slit of her voluminous
drawers and ran his fingers down the deep crease that divided her
cheeks until he was pinching the moist flesh of her hairy mound.
"Desist at once from this disgraceful behavior!" she cried furiously.
"My husband shall hear of this!"

But writhe and twist and threaten as she might, it served no purpose,
for the Prince was the stronger of them and he had her drawers wide
open behind and was feeling her as he pleased. "It is not enough that
you have vilely ravished my daughter's honor and condemned her to a
life of misery, must you now add mine to the catalogue of your infamy?"
the victim exclaimed.

"My dear Lady Belham, your fortunate fate shall be to taste of an
experience that your daughter has not had, and is never like to, the
feel of my shaft all the way up inside you!" the Prince cried wildly.
He panted with an emotion stronger even than lewd desire, an emotion
that could be characterized as blind black hatred for the female on her
hands and knees below him, hatred and an overwhelming lust to humiliate
her. He thrust his hard cock into the rearward slit of her drawers and
at once a loud shriek escaped her at the touch against the bare flesh
of her bottom.

"Do not defile me with your lust, I am a respectably married woman and
the mother of several children!" she exclaimed.

"Then you are no stranger to a stiff cock up your pussy," the Prince
retorted, his fingers opening her wide to make way for his entrance,
"but for all your complaining and accusations, your daughter Bettina
has never enjoyed the feel of a man spending inside her."

So saying he brought the head of his throbbing cock up to the mark and
pushed. Lady Belham squealed to feel him sink in deep, and when his
belly was hard up against her bottom he fucked away with savage
strokes, making her complain and struggle more strongly yet. Now that
his weight lay over her back, he had both hands free for other things,
and made use of them to undo her jacket and squeeze her titties through
her frock.

"Oh my god, to be violated and abused on hands and knees like an
animal!" she moaned. "And in Buckingham Palace, the home of our dear
Queen! You shall pay for this!"

The Prince had nothing to say, for his engorged shaft stabbed in and
out of her pussy with ferocious strokes and a hitherto unknown sense of
dark triumph was growing to exciting intensity within him. Spasms of
fierce joy coursed through his body until at last he found his tongue
to taunt her. "Now I've got you!" he panted. "Struggle as you may, in
two more seconds I shall fetch off in you and flood your virtuous pussy
with my lust! Scream, go on, scream! I want to hear it at the great
moment!"

"Stop!" she cried in desperation. "I beg of you, even now there is time
for you to stop, and I promise to say nothing of this to anyone! No one
shall know of your degeneracy, it shall be a secret locked in my
bosom!"

"What nonsense!" the Prince gasped out. "You may tell anyone you like I
fucked you! Boast about it, tell your friends you have had my cock up
you, they will envy you!"

His belly pounded most strongly against her, ramming his hard shaft
deep into her belly, until with a cry of vicious triumph he attained
the peak of thrilling sensation and spurted his hot lust into her. She
groaned and sobbed and shook under him in her final throes of defeat.

When at last the Prince pulled his wet cock out of her and knelt up,
Lady Belham collapsed forward, moaning that she had been defiled. Her
hat had been pushed back on her head and her face was on the carpet,
her fat bottom still uncovered. Prince Henry sat back and stared in
delight at the scene of his revenge, and licked his lips in triumph to
see her cunt gaping open, the wet lips hanging loosely from the recent
onslaught brought about by his hardened cock, a trickle of white sap
going down the inside of her leg, where her open drawers left her
thighs bare to his view.

"Defiled," said he. "What a confounded cheek! It is a very considerable
distinction for any female to have a Prince come off inside her and
lubricate her with the Royal fluid. It confers an honor otherwise
attainable. You should come crawling to me on your knees, to kiss my
hand in gratitude."

"You are vile, vile," Lady Belham murmured. "Oh the horror of it, that
so gracious a Princess as your Mama should give birth to so degraded a
monster! It will break her heart to learn of your infamy."

"She is to be told nothing!" said Prince Henry sharply. "I give you
fair warning my dear, if I think that you intend to do anything against
her contentment and happiness, then I shall be compelled to take
drastic action."

"You have done your worst," said his ravaged victim, "and I am a broken
woman. My abused person cries out for justice, and to whoever on this
earth can make good the wrong done to me!"

Without troubling to ascertain what she meant, Prince Henry rolled her
over on her back, flipped up her clothes to bare her to the waist, and
knelt between her spread thighs. Her hat came loose at last from the
pins that held it and rolled away under a chair. She made ineffectual
pawing movements in the air with her hands, looking for all the world
like a large sea turtle beached on its back on some distant strand,
helpless and awaiting its fate.

That fate soon became apparent to her when the Prince tugged open the
jet buttons of her bodice and pulled down her chemise to the top of her
corset, uncovering her large slack titties in all their soft
fleshiness. Without a word he hurled himself at full length upon her
body and set his mouth to her right titty and sucked hard at the
reddish brown tip.

"What are you doing to me?" Lady Belham moaned in despair and
astonishment at his renewed onslaught on her virtue. "You must have
perpetrated the grossest infamy against me, surely after that you
cannot imagine that you have the right to make casual use of my body 
whenever your bestial appetite stirs?"

The Prince was fondling her bare titties with both hands and sucking at
them in turn. Having tasted the dark triumph of the base instincts that
had impelled Lord Frobisham to ravish his own lovely wife in the
gardens of Buckingham Palace, and having enjoyed those instinctual
urges to the full, Prince Henry could think of nothing but giving them
full rein again and venting on this impertinent middle aged female the
lowest aspects of human nature. He was eager for the feel of her soft
flesh, and gave himself up, to reveling in it. To ensure she understood
the haplessness of her sorry plight, he raised his wet mouth from her
tit and spoke to her with a smile of evil portent.

"You have threatened me and reviled me," said he, "and now I mean to
get my own back. You shall be fucked to within an inch of your life."

"There is nothing for me to do but to cry out for help," she said, her
eyes turned upward in her head to avoid the hot glare of lust in the
Prince's eyes. "I must bear the shame of being ravished, but a far
greater shame will be yours, to stand revealed as the ravisher."

"Cry out all you like," the Prince retorted. "If my valet or another
servant hears and bursts in to find us here together on the floor, your
titties bared and your drawers untied to expose your pussy, I shall say
I am poking you at your invitation, and I shall be believed. Servants
gossip will carry the tale about the Palace within an hour, your
reputation shall be ruined. So do not think you can intimidate me with
idle threats to summon assistance."

This avenue of escape barred against her, Lady Belham fixed her eyes in
apprehension on his flushed face as he lay over her and pinned her to
the floor. His trousers were still wide open from his earlier poke, his
male part uncovered and standing up at the ready. With shaking hand he
guided its distended head to the opening of her drawers, and up against
the wet hairy lips of her pussy.

"Not again!" Lady Belham moaned in apprehension, but a push of Prince
Henry's lions rammed his stiff cock right up into her belly.

When she felt her split filled with hard gristle she groaned in
resignation and abandoned herself to being fucked. She lay passive
beneath him, staring at the ceiling, while he had his way, sliding
vigorously in and out of her commodity, enjoying it to the full. Before
long Lady Belham's breath started to become heavier and her belly
started to move a little in time to the thrusting of his hard hot cock.
She heard how he sighed and panted and from the speed of his strokes
and was made aware that shortly his lust would overflow and flood her
pussy with warm cream again. The large rubbery rim of flesh at the head 
of his cock was rubbing back and forth against her hardened bud at the
entrance of her wet cunt, the shear wildness of the occasion had
started to sexually excite her, as she had never been before. She
grabbed hold of his buttocks and started to pull him into her as deep
as she could, she was raising her groin up to receive as much of him as
she could get, then she started to scream in the throngs of orgasm. Her
lustful body fluids were mingling with his and had started to run down
the inside of her thighs. Every thrust he made brought a new scream
from her until she could only lay there and shudder in raw sexual
orgasm.

"Ah me," she moaned, "to treat me thus, a woman old enough to be your
mother!" In the Prince's intensely aroused state of mind, no words she
could have ever have uttered would have provoked him more, and in a way
least to be expected. In his feverish imagination rose up a thought so
monstrous and unnatural that all decent men perforce must tremble and
turn pale to hear it even hinted at. Hardly a beast of the field but
would slink away from so very perverse a consideration!

Not to put too fine a point on it, when the Prince heard his darling
Mama invoked and her beautiful face rose up within his mind's eye, he
confused the image with the reality, so far gone was he by then in
depraved lust. It seemed to him that beneath him was spread with bare
titties and open thighs not motherly Lady Belham but his own dear Mama,
and that his hard cock was sunk deep into the pussy through which he
had first come into the world.

Instead of reducing him to a fitting sense of abject shame, as so
abnormal a thought would reduce any decent gentleman, the abhorrent
thought served to inflame Prince Henry further. With a hoarse cry, he
rammed his throbbing cock with cruel force into the pussy that lay at
his mercy. The thrills of coming off coursed through him with
exorbitant intensity, causing him to writhe and squirm on his victim's
body as his essence gushed up her with a strength hitherto unknown to
him, Lady Belham let out a scream of pure pleasure as she went into
another orgasm herself.

When he came to his senses, he found himself lying stretched out on his
back on the Persian carpet. Lady Belham was on her feet, wiping herself
dry between the thighs with the hem of her chemise. She was looking
down at him with a curious expression on her flushed face, he watched
the very pussy that he had just fucked, still very wet with the lips
agape from the recent onslaught that his cock had caused from the
vigorous work out that it had just been through.

"Your bolt is shot," said she, her tone mournful, nothing is left but
to suffer the consequences, which will be dire beyond telling. "I
despise you and loath you for what you have done. I leave this accursed
place now to make a full report to my dear husband of what has been
inflicted upon me, and then to compose an account of your criminal
behavior to your Mama."

"I don't think so," said Prince Henry lazily, taking in hand his limp
and sticky cock. "I do not think you will tell your husband or anyone
else that I have done." While saying this to Lady Belham his finger and
thumb worked away at his shaft. The instant of fetching off in Lady
Belham's pussy had been exceptionally thrilling, of that he was utterly
certain, be the reason whatever it may. Perhaps the best tunes were
played on old fiddles, as the saying had it, though the Prince had
never before put any credence in the thought, for he assumed them to be
without interest in the sensual spasm after they had reached the age of
forty. With this Lady Belham fastened up the front of her pants,
unruffled her black dress, and left without another word, with her
battered hat under her arm.

Young wives were the hottest for it, to judge by the Prince's own
experience, females who had grown accustomed to the nightly attentions
of their husbands and wanted more of the same. Young virgins were
diverting in their way, but timidity and lack of usage made them
ticklish customers for anything more satisfying than a feel of their
pussy, and a spend in their hand. It was at this moment the Prince
realized that much the same sensations were throbbing through his body
now as when he laid Lady Belham on her back on the floor and fucked her
by brute force. He rubbed his hard cock faster, astonished by the event
about to overtake him. Great Scot, I do believe I'm about to come off,
he gasped aloud in amazement, to find the thought of Lady Belham
excited his lust so strongly. The third time on the trot, and she old
enough to be my mama!

His busy fingers agitated his up thrusting shaft to intense feelings of
delight and with a long moan of pleasure he reached the apex of sensual
bliss, and came off in his hand.

When he was calm again, he told himself that he must persuade dearest
Prudence to let him begin fucking her regularly, or he would be at the
mercy of every passing female, middle aged or young, pretty or plain,
until they drained him dry.

CHAPTER 8
Lady Frobisham's Revenge

Prince Henry was sitting up in bed, propped comfortably on four down
filled pillows and drinking his morning tea, when in came his valet
with the astonishing news that Lady Dumbridge waited outside and
requested an urgent conference with his Highness.

"Confound it all!" said the Prince. "What on earth can be so important
as to warrant bursting in before breakfast? Give her ladyship my
compliments and inform her I shall be delighted to receive her later
this morning, say at eleven." Bilston, the valet, bowed and turned to
depart, and the most outstanding event of that outstanding morning
occurred, into the Prince's bedchamber bustled Lady Dumbridge herself,
unexpected, uninvited and unannounced. Needless to say, the impropriety
of a lady of her standing being in a gentleman's bedchamber, whilst he
occupied the bed, amazed the Prince and dumbfounded the valet.

Lady Dumbridge was a lady of thirty years or a little under, dark brown
of hair but fair of complexion, not very tall, but big of bosom,
provocatively so in the Prince's opinion, though as yet, during the
three or four years she had been at the court, his luck had extended
only to a feel of her titties one evening by chance when he had
encountered her alone in the music room. Frobisham's hands had also
been on those big soft titties, according to his boast to Lady
Prudence, and Prince Henry wondered if perchance Frobisham had also
felt her pussy, as he hoped to himself.

That notwithstanding, it was unthinkable the Prince should remain lying
in his bed wearing only a nightshirt whilst the lady was present, and
he told his valet to bring his dressing gown, meaning to rise. Lady
Dumbridge forestalled him, claiming her business was too urgent to
brook the delay of etiquette. She frowned at the valet and in her
grandest voice ordered him to leave the room. In outrage Bilston looked
to the Prince for instruction, only to have the order confirmed by his
Royal and lecherous master.

The valet left, and at once Prince Henry sat up and slid his legs out
of the bed in preparation for rising. To do so without the aid of his
valet was damnably inconvenient, dressing gown and slippers not being
readily to hand. Lady Dumbridge noticed his slight difficulty and
strove to remedy the predicament she had brought on by sending Bilston
away. "Come, Your Highness, I will perform the office of valet and help
you to dress," she said with the merest trace of amusement in her
voice, "whilst I impart to you the news I have brought."

"It must be confoundedly urgent to bring you to my bed chamber contrary
to all the conventions of decency and good taste," the Prince remarked.
"Yet I doubt if your news contains anything of the slightest advantage
to me. I beg you not to force it upon me so helter skelter. Let it wait
awhile until I am washed and dressed and ready for the day's burdens."

"As you wish, Your Highness," she agreed, "shall I bring your dressing
gown, your slippers, or what else?" Prince Henry smiled graciously and
gave her no guidance. He was seated with perfect composure on the
bedside, attired only in his nightshirt of the finest lawn linen, his
royal monogram embroidered at the breast, and ruffles at the neck and
cuffs.

"If you wish to be my valet for the morning, then attend to your
duties, madam," said he.

"You must teach me," said she, "what first when you arise?"

"Why, the chamber pot of course," he replied, that I think is the first
action of everyone in the world on rising from bed of a morning, high
or low. She blushed becomingly and admitted that it was, though she
thought it most improper for the personal functions of a Prince to be
speculated on, not even by persons of elevated rank and title.
Certainly, in her opinion, no lady should permit herself to think of an
act, of so private a nature.

"Bah!" said the Prince. "Am I to take it then that ladies of rank and
title have no need for the humble chamber pot?" At that she blushed a
little more and lowered her eyes, there being no choice but to admit
that ladies were not exempted from the customary calls of Nature.

"Why then," said Prince Henry, "why this strange reluctance to believe
Prince's needs must also obey the common dictates of all living
creatures?"

"Because," Your Highness, said she, summoning up her courage to face
matters squarely, "this humble though necessary action requires the
employment of a certain private part of your Royal person, and that is
not a suitable topic for female thoughts to dwell upon, not if modesty
is to be preserved."

"My shaft you mean?" said the Prince unabashed. "No more of this
ridiculous coyness, if you please, every man born has a similar organ
between his legs."

"That may be," she countered, "yet you reference to these matters
cannot be other than salacious and inelegant."

"That be damned," said the Prince with a frown and a smile at the same
moment. "You cannot pretend to be unacquainted with the male part, for
you were married to Dumbridge before he was fool enough to break his
neck falling of a horse, though some naughty tongues say it was a young
whore on a high bed that he fell off. Unless these things are arranged
differently in your household, the getting of the heir to Dumbridge
necessitated a vigorous use of the part of the male person that you are
shy to speak of. Do you suppose my shaft to be so different from that
which your husband used to push up between your legs?"

"I am properly rebuked," said she. With that, she dropped the Prince a
brief curtsy before she reached under the bed for the domestic utensil
he required. It was of fine porcelain, burnished to a gleaming shine
each day by a painstaking skivvy, and the royal coat of arms stood in
colour on both sides. Lady Dumbridge took hold of the curving handle
and looked inquiringly at his Highness. "We ladies sit on our chamber
pot, said she, owing to the manner in which it has pleased the Almighty
to form our persons below the waist. Is that the way of it with
gentlemen? I never watched Dumbridge when he used his, and doubt if it
can be so."

"Quite," said Prince Henry, "there is much amiss with this world, for
which we may in good conscience hold the Almighty at fault, yet the
manner in which the female person is shaped, below and above the waist,
represents, in my opinion, the greatest of all the achievements of the
creator."

"Do you say so sir?"

"No person of sensibility can think otherwise," said he, for the divine
arrangement of two plump and pointed titties above, and a soft pussy
below, must be reckoned the most sublime of all the creator's artistic 
designs.

"No gentleman can resist the lure, but needs must fuck the bearer of
beautiful titties and a willing pussy, day or night!"

"You speak with a warmth, sir, that testifies to a loving and generous
character," Lady Dumbridge replied, "but not all share your
appreciation of the female form. A moment ago you spoke of Lord
Dumbridge employing a certain part of his person on a very private part
of mine, but no, it would not be proper to say more on the subject."
Seeing her reluctance to complete what she had started out to say,
Prince Henry urged her to express her thoughts freely.

She heaved a sigh that caused her oversized titties to shake inside her
close fitting dark frock. "Alas," said she, "in the years I was married
to Dumbridge he only twice or thrice ever discharged his conjugal duty
towards me. I was compelled to live as chaste as an unmarried girl for
the greater part of the time, and enjoyed his embrace only when he
thought it right to produce another descendant."

"Matrimony is the very devil," said the Prince, shaking his head sadly.
"But to our proper business, Madam, for you make a poor valet de
chamber. I have been waiting these five minutes, urgently requiring the
blessed relief of using the chamber pot, and you delay my relief with
talk of your own affairs."

"Forgive me, Your Highness!" she cried. "I shall attend to you at once.
You were about to explain to me how to go about it, my ignorance being
total."

"We gentlemen stand up to it," Prince Henry informed her with a
forgiving smile, "and allow our most cherished part to dangle over the
utensil whilst we rid ourselves of last night's intake of champagne and
brandy."

On saying which, he rose to his feet and lifted the front of his night
shirt as high as his belly button, thus exposing to Lady Dumbridge's
gaze his royal shaft. She stared intently, for she had heard whispers
of its scandalous exploits from various Ladies in Waiting and titled
ladies attendant upon the Court. A considerable body of myth and legend
had formed already, it seemed, about Prince Henry's shaft, young as he
was. Its urgent needs, its frequency of fetching off, its ability to
pleasure woman of all ranks and degrees in Society, these formed topics
of intense gossip among the females of the Court and elsewhere. The
nickname of Lord Dickie had been bestowed upon his sterling rod by
ladies who had experienced the great bliss of its throbbing insertion
into their person. Lady Dumbridge stared most eagerly, noting that even
slack in repose, the Prince's manly part was long and thick, handsomely
shaped and of an attractive hue.

It excelled in size and girth all other male organs with which she had
any acquaintance, not excepting that of her late husband. In those days
when Lord Dumbridge had been in the custom of performing from time to
time, though not often, his conjugal duties upon her person, his shaft
was disappointingly shrunken in dimension, and irregular in its ability
to remain stiff for long enough to fetch off, this sad decline being
due, so it was said, to Dumbridge's youthful excesses abroad in France.
Whereas the hairs about Dumbridge's shaft had been sparse and greyish
prematurely, Prince Henry's organ sprang from a thick bush of chestnut
curls, there was an air of power and majesty about its presence that
caused Lady Dumbridge to curtsy, not this time to the Prince himself
but to his impressive Royal appendage.

With the empty porcelain chamber pot in her hand, she raised her eyes
at last from the Princely shaft to the equally Royal countenance above,
looking for further guidance. "Hold the chamber pot up close in your
left hand," the Prince instructed her, "take hold of my person between
the fingers of your other hand, direct it to the utensil, and hold it
steady while I do the necessary." She did as he said, holding the
chamber pot underneath his dangling shaft and close enough to touch his
thighs, so he felt the coolness of it against his skin. With her pink
tongue thrust out a little in concentration, Lady Dumbridge reached out
and took his soft shaft, and daintily aimed it.

"All is ready, Your Highness," she announced. The Prince breathed out a
long sigh and let his golden stream flow from him, its force throbbing
through the shaft she held, to cascade into the waiting chamber pot.
"If I may be permitted to ask a question, Your Highness," she said,
watching the rise of the frothing liquid in the bowl, "is it customary
for your valet to hold your royal person while you perform the first
necessary function of the day? Or is it only that I am a female and you
wish to feel my touch, that you have commanded me to hold the royal
person in my hand?"

"Why no," the Prince replied, his golden stream starting to diminish
somewhat now that the urgency of the night hours was relieved, "surely
you cannot imagine I am so lacking in female companionship to descend
to ordering a Lady of Title to handle me whilst I use the chamber pot!"

Then realising that his words might be misconstrued by her in a manner
that would hurt her feelings, he smiled and continued. "Not that it
isn't pleasant to feel my shaft in your delicate hand, dear Lady
Dumbridge, for I find your touch delightful, but the essential thing is
to hold my part steady during the onrush. It is the way with Prince's
to do nothing for themselves that can be done for them by others, and
only in dire necessity would I need to take my shaft in hand myself."

"Then you have answered my question in the affirmative," said she
thoughtfully, "in the usual course of events, this service is performed
for Your Royal Highness by the valet."

"Naturally, my valet holds my shaft in his hand to steady it, whilst at
the same time he holds out the chamber pot for me to use," Prince Henry
replied. Just as, when I sit on the close stool, he afterwards brings a
bowl of warm water and washes my backside and dabs a little eau de
Cologne between the cheeks."

"The latter I can understand perfectly," said Lady Dumbridge, "I have
trained a maidservant to do as much for myself. But for the other, I
confess to some surprise."

"I fear that I do not follow you," said Prince Henry. "Shake my shaft
lightly, if you please, to disperse any final drops." She obeyed him
meticulously, though her ivory forehead was wrinkled in her puzzlement.

"Far be it from me to be presumptuous, Your Highness," said she, "but
in this matter of holding your Royal person when you use the chamber
pot, surely there is an imprudent risk. Forgive me if I seem
impertinent, but is there not a danger that your Royal person might
respond, however willingly, to the touch of another's hand, as we may
observe it is doing at this moment, even if the hand steadying it is
that of a male servant?"

The Prince glanced down with a slight smile to confirm what his
sensations had already advised him of, that his shaft was growing stiff
and long in Lady Dumbridge's hand. "In these present circumstances,"
she continued, "that is not a matter for undue concern, it being the
natural condition of the male part to extend itself when touched by a
female."

"Quite rightly said," Prince Henry observed, "and in a person as
naturally affectionate and warm blooded as myself, my shaft stands hard
on at the least female encouragement."

Lady Dumbridge stared in fascination at the engorgement to full size of
the Royal shaft, but that did not turn her aside from the remarks she
had commenced. "I have heard something of the natural susceptibility of
Your Highness to female charm," said she, "and that is excusable in so
handsome and youthful a Prince, though I suspect that hearts have been
broken, as well as maidenhead's. But if the hand that excites your
royal passions were to be the hand of another male, and a servant to
boot, surely there would be cause there for unease and embarrassment.

"Do you think so?" the Prince asked, "why should it be so?"

"You do not fully realise the depths of degradation to which some minds
descend in society, Your Highness," said she. "There are vile persons
in this Court who would insist that sensual arousal, not matter how
accidentally brought on and unsought, must of necessity lead to
unnatural and shameful acts between the two males concerned."

"Not a bit of it!" his Highness scoffed. "A valet may be of the male
gender, but he is not a man, servants are merely machines that are
alive and can move about. Their use is to smooth our path and minister
to our comfort. They are on a par with the horses we use to convey us
from place to place." Both His Highness and Her Ladyship were watching
with close attention the completion of his shafts increase to its
entire size and length, a sight most impressive to behold. The head
reared up level with the Prince's neat round belly button, the hood
rolled partly back of its own volition, to show off the head's deep
purple flush.

Lady Dumbridge continued to hold the Princely shaft, seeming almost
mesmerized by its assumption of power, though perforce she had
transformed her grasp from a mere two fingers below the head to a full
handed grasp on the stiff column.

"I find what Your Highness says not easy to comprehend," said she,
dandling his shaft a little to test its rigidity.

"Servants are not true human beings in the true sense," he said by way
of explanation. "To take an example, if I find myself at loose end here
in the Palace, with no pretty Lady in Waiting to play with and while
away an hour or so, I have a maid sent for. Any of the younger ones who
is available will do, for I never particularize over servants. I wait
for her in my bed chamber."

"Your Highness! What are you saying?" the Duchess exclaimed in
surprise. "You have had carnal connection with servants?"

"Oh, hundreds of times, "said the Prince, quite unabashed. "A girl
arrives in due course, whereupon I lay her across the bed, flip up her
clothes and fuck her. I don't think of her as a woman whilst fucking
her only a handy cunt."

"I begin to understand," said Lady Dumbridge, "and this same
consideration applies to your valet touching your person when he holds
the chamber pot?"

"Quite so," Prince Henry agreed. "His function is to ease my path
through life and ensure my comfort. By way of example, he is trained to
slip his hand into my bed in the morning before he wakes me, to find
out if my shaft is hard on. If he finds I have a cock stand in my
sleep, he brings me off gently with a delicate touch and I wake up to
the sensations of pleasure, thus starting the day with a feeling of
contentment."

"I cannot believe my ears!" said Her Ladyship. "Surely Your Highness,
you are admitting to perversity!"

"Nonsense madam. I beg you not to confuse me with my cousin Victor,
whose entire sensual delight lies in bung holing young men and having
them suck him off. All the world seems to know of his whimsical ways,
and it is a mystery to me that he has not been taken up by the police
in a raid on the male brothel he patronizes."

"Oh, Your Highness!" exclaimed Lady Dumbridge in alarm. "You must not
impute to the Duke of Clarence monstrous perversions of so low bred a
nature!"

"But I have only sympathy for my poor cousin, who has never known, nor
never will, the exquisite joy of fucking a pretty woman. But to resume,
in this matter of the chamber pot there is no question of my royal
person being interfered with by another male. What takes place is only
a necessary service rendered by a servant. Do you follow?"

"Perfectly, Your Highness, said she, continuing to massage the royal
shaft in its upright posture and causing it to quiver with pleasant
sensation, then am I to understand that in your eyes I am not a Lady of
Rank and Title, not a woman even, not a human being at all, merely a
bearer of a commodity you have a use for? A cunt, I believe you named
it? If that is the truth of the matter, you shall see me no more."

"Dearest Arethusa," he said, employing her Christian name for the first
time, to indicate a certain stage had been reached in their friendship
by her fond attentions to his Royal person, "I declare you are the most
charming and provocative female in the Palace, a lady of refinement and
taste, and a dear friend."

The words were something of an exaggeration and did not truly represent
Prince Henry's belief, which was that Lady Frobisham was the most
provocative and charming of females, and that Lady Dumbridge was yet an
untested mystery. Yet no man of sense would ever admit to a lady who is
caressing his cock that there is another he loves more dearly. "You
have my deepest admiration and respect," the Prince went on, "and you
must never confuse that with the mild goodwill I entertain towards well
trained servants. You are my highest aspiration, the ideal of my
heart."

"And the goal of your hard on part," said she, completing the catalogue
for him. Without more ado, the Prince placed her on her back on his
bed, with her bottom protruding over the edge, her clothes up around
her waist and her thighs stretched wide open. He slipped his hand under
her calves, and raised her legs to rest on his shoulders. Seen close to
and in this immodest position, it had to be admitted that Arethusa
Dumbridge was an extremely well favored woman.

Her arms and legs were delightfully rounded, that is to say, they were
not outright plump, but sumptuously fleshed. Though she was already
twenty eight and the mother of a son and a daughter, her belly when His
Highness untied the string of her drawers and opened them wide, was not
yet slack and creased, but white of skin, smooth and warm to the touch,
with a round and pretty button set in the middle.

Nor was there any looseness about the lips of her pussy, when he felt
it, which seemed to betoken that no excessive use had been made of it.
The Prince's hand flitted over a mound pinkly split and furnished with
a goodly covering of nut brown curls. Into this pleasant softness slid
his fingers, whilst Arethusa lay back at her ease, a smile of eagerness
on her aristocratic face indicating her delight in being felt.

A gentlemen having a standing shaft is pleased to see that he has a
pretty and beguiling cunt to unburden his lust into, but a plain and
hard used one would do just as well, there being not much concern for
the appreciation of aesthetic niceties at such a time. It sufficed that
Arethusa lay on her back for Prince Henry while he made pleasant use of
her commodity, and though he had assured her he made a clear
distinction of humanity and rank between ladies and servants, the truth
was he had not the least care for who was the owner of whichever pussy
he fucked, once he was well inside it.

The position he had chosen to poke her Ladyship, she down on her back
and he standing up and leaning over her, was one that he enjoyed to use
with Ladies, it affording him an unimpeded view of the conjoined sexual
parts, a hard cock inside a warm pussy. With maidservants he never
employed this posture, having no interest in examining servants' cunts,
only spurting his lust up them in short order. Here then with Lady
Dumbridge was an ideal opportunity to observe a well bred female slit
convulsed in the throes of coming off.

"Arethusa, my dear," he said, "look down between your legs to watch
yourself being fucked." The faintest of pinks touched her charming
cheeks to hear his lewd words, then the blush deepened to rose red as
he pressed the head of his cock between the lips of her pussy and
pushed hard until he was well inside her.

"I shall observe myself fucking you, Arethusa! What do you think of
that?"

"It feels extraordinarily nice, having so thick and strong a shaft up
me," she sighed happily. "I bless the odd circumstances which brought
me to your bed chamber!"

"I hope you don't mean to start on all that yet awhile!" cried the
Prince. "Not before we've had a first class fuck together, I utterly
forbid it!" To reduce her to silence as swiftly as possible, he
squeezed her big soft titties through her frock and swung his loins
fast to drive his shaft in and out of her. The outrageous sight of his
shining wet fleshy cock slipping between the clinging lips of her pussy
affected him strongly, and quite soon he felt that he was nearing the
end of his ride.

"What a heart warming sight it is, a cock up a pussy!" the Prince
murmured, his legs trembling beneath him. "I'm in you to the hilt,
dearest Arethusa, and I feel my sexual climax coming on very fast! Are
you ready to come too?"

"Not yet!" she cried. "But near to it! Fuck me a little more before you
come off!"

As a gentleman he could no other than oblige her, and she moaned and
sighed and bounced herself upward to meet his fierce thrusts. The
Prince heaved back and forth with all his might, leaning right over her
to drive into her plump belly. "How delicious!" she cried, her soft
brown eyes bulging at the excess of emotion coursing through her
shaking body. "In a moment you will split me apart with your massive
cock!" Prince Henry gave a gasp and fetched off copiously, flooding her
pussy to brimming with his hot elixir. Arethusa uttered the shriek of
ecstasy, heaving up her belly to receive his lustful tribute, and came
off herself in a withering convulsion.

At this joyous moment, the Prince's officious valet put his head around
the bedchamber door, with a ridiculously ill timed reminder that His
Highness had an appointment at ten and really must begin to dress or he
would be late for it. "Damn your eyes Bilston!" moaned Prince Henry, as
his final creamy spurt gushed into Arethusa's clinging pussy. "Get out
and stay out, can't you see I'm busy!" Though it signified nothing to
the Prince to be seen by his valet bare bottomed on top of a female,
Lady Dumbridge herself was greatly mortified.

She pushed the Prince away from her and quickly drew her drawers up and
her skirts down to conceal her person. She would have rushed away, but
he caught her hands and held her, whilst inquiring with a grin the
reasons why she had come to the bedchamber this morning. "What a
perfect ninny I am!" she exclaimed. "I ruin myself by being observed
committing fornication with Your Highness, then completely forget the
reason that brought me here!"

"Ruin?" said he. "Have no fear, dearest Arethusa, Bilston is quite
trustworthy. He will never mention what he has seen today and your
reputation is entirely safe. You may come back and be fucked whenever
you wish it, without the least fear."

"What brought me in secret to your bedchamber is my natural concern for
your well being, Your Highness," she said. She stood while Prince Henry
felt her titties and then her bottom through her frock, for the
unfortunate interruption by his valet had robbed him of some portion of
his pleasure and he had a strong letch to fuck her again before she
left.

"My well being, dearest one?" said he. "Is it threatened?"

"I regret to confirm that is," she told him. "Let me be plain for I
must be brief, Lord Frobisham has had a private audience of Her Majesty
the Queen, in which he conveyed his belief that you have besmirched his
honour by committing an act of adultery with his wife. Her Majesty is
gravely disturbed and will send for you when she feels able, to give an
account of yourself. If Lord Frobisham's accusation should prove true,
then I fear you will be sent away from England for a long time."

"Frobisham! Damn him to Hell!" the Prince exclaimed in his anger. "How
dare the cad run with his tales to Grand Mama!"

"You may trust me implicitly, Your Highness," Lady Dumbridge said, her
hand over his to press it to her plump titty. "I beg you to confide if
there is the least truth in Frobisham's vile accusation have you ever
done to Lady Frobisham what you did to me a moment ago?"

Prince Henry had Arethusa's frock well up at the back and his arms
about her for a good feel of her plump bottom, by way of preparation to
transferring his attentions to her pussy. "I give you my solemn and
binding word of honour, said he, speaking truthfully, I have not fucked
Prudence Frobisham. I stand ready to swear it before any assembly of
bishops, High Court Judges, and Peers of the Realm."

Indeed the Prince's statement was strictly accurate. While he had
indulged himself in coming off between Lady Frobisham's titties, in her
hand, between her legs and made full usage of other portions of her
charming person, he had not penetrated her pussy with his cock. He had
brought her off half a dozen times by hand and tongue, but never once
by means of his cock. Therefore he had not fucked her. He saw no need
to go into any details with Lady Dumbridge beyond the plain denial.

"Your words give me comfort," said she, "innocence makes the best
defense always. You have nothing to fear, for you are free of wrong
doing with her, if not with me. It is Frobisham who will suffer the
penalty of false accusation."

"I'll make damn sure he does," said Prince Henry, "and now, my dear, by
your leave I'll poke you again. Lie down on the bed and open your
drawers for me." Lady Dumbridge pleaded that there was no time, that
she had much overstayed all reasonable bounds, that she must go before
ruin overtook her reputation and made her name a byword. The Prince
stood dumbfounded, his stiff cock standing out of his long nightshirt,
as she went swiftly to the door and turned to bid him a fond farewell,
her hand on the knob.

"But look," he cried, raising his nightshirt to display his hard cock,
hoping to persuade her to take pity on his plight.

"I cannot stay to aid you," she declared, "you must get your valet
Bilston to relieve you of this tension, since that seems to be his
principle function." Prince Henry was outraged by the suggestion and
ran barefoot across his bedchamber to seize hold of the lady and
prevent her from opening the door. He pressed himself hard against her
body, pinning her to the door, and in a trice he had her frock and
petticoats up as high as her waist at the back.

"Your Highness no more of this!" said she. Prince Henry's hand was in
the rear opening of her drawers to force its way between her closed
thighs and grasp her wet pussy full handed from behind. "Ah, what a
treasure you have between your legs, Arethusa I must make use of it,
spread your feet apart!"

"There is no time for this," she insisted, "release me now." Her words
were so much lost breath, the Prince's letch was so imperious that he
had no care for her reluctance. He had an arm around her to grope at
her titties through her clothes, whilst he plucked up his nightshirt to
bare his leaping cock. He put it into the rear opening of Lady
Dumbridge's white drawers and she uttered a sigh to feel the hot flesh
touch her skin.

"Since resistance serves no useful purpose," she said, "then I might as
well enjoy being forced." She turned round to face him, setting her
back firmly against the door. "Fuck me fast Your Highness," said she,
"for I really must go before I am missed by Her Majesty and questions
are asked." Her feet moved apart on the floor, the Prince dipped down
and pushed upwards to get his twitching cock into her wet slit. He felt
an inch slide into her warmth, then sensual thrills surged through his
belly so strongly that he knew he would come off in another second. He
jabbed hard and felt the length of his cock slide into Arethusa's
belly, whereupon his Royal cream gushed from him in hard spasms.

Lady Dumbridge was not sensually aroused, the poke being over so
quickly, but she made no objections to the Prince making use of her
pussy out of her good nature and regard for him. But a tap on the far
side of the door on which she was leaning elicited a gasp of dismay
from her. A voice made itself heard, it was the valet again,
deferentially urging upon Prince Henry the utter necessity to dress and
make ready for his morning appointments. Prince Henry was too engrossed
in the thrilling sensations of fetching off to be diverted now. In time
with his spurting into Arethusa's pussy, he smacked his palm against
the door panel, a blissful quaver in his voice as he cried. "Go away
Bilston, damn you, I'm fucking Her Ladyship!"

CHAPTER 9
A Royal Visit to an Academy for Young Ladies.

Amongst the many public duties carried out by the high minded members
of the reigning house, some were more interesting than others and some,
though worthy in purpose, were excruciatingly boring. Needless to say,
His Royal Highness the Prince of Wales and his noble brothers arrogated
to themselves the performance of the most important and entertaining of
these functions, and all else fell to the lot of the Royal Family's
cadet members.

Thus it came about that Prince Henry found himself on his way by first
class carriage of a railway train, accompanied only by Captain Jerrold
Bolsover MC, their destination Harpenden in the county of
Hertfordshire. This miserable little town, situated at a distance of
some twenty five miles north of London, lying between St Albans and
Luton, was without significance of any kind, save that it was the site
of St Bride's Academy for Young Ladies, an educational establishment
few had ever heard of, not least the Prince himself.

It happened that St Bride's Academy had been founded by Sir Rigby
Birch, who sat for many years in the House of Parliament as Knight of
the Shire, after gallant service with the fourteenth Bengal Lancers. On
leaving the Indian Army he had continued his service to his Queen and
Country by representing Hertfordshire in the commons, until his
opinions grew eccentric to the point where the Tory Party arranged for
his speedy retirement, with a testimonial dinner and the presentation
of a silver salver.

Nevertheless, sir Rigby Birch was but fifty five years of age, and he
cast about to find some new way to direct his abilities and his zeal to 
the public good. Observing that the daughters of the gentry did not
enjoy educational facilities equal to those of there more fortunate
brothers schooled at Eton, Winchester and similar seminaries of
learning, he determined to establish his own academy to set the matter
right.

Under the guidance of Sir Rigby and his good lady, St Bride's proved to
be a vast success, and occupied him usefully and most pleasantly until
his sad demise of an excess French brandy. Since that time, Lady
Penelope Birch had continued in charge of the Academy, raising it to
new heights of excellence. By virtue of the fact that one of her
sisters had married Lord Amershall Noke and had subsequently been
honoured by an appointment as a Lady in Waiting to NRN the Princess of
Wales, it came about one day that Lady Birch's educational
establishment was selected to be granted the privilege of Royal
visitation.

When it came to the point, there was no enthusiasm by any member of the
sovereign's family to spend a day journeying to a girls' school and
back, and by default the duty had devolved on Prince Henry. At his
destination, a station master in a top hat for the occasion bowed him
all the way along the platform to a hired coach standing outside to
convey him to the Academy. Nine or ten yokels waiting to catch a
glimpse of Royalty cheered him loyally. The Prince raised his hat
politely, the driver cracked his whip at his team, and the drive to St
Bride's began. It being a blustery day, the headmistress and her
teaching staff greeted him inside the building, bored him with a speech
of welcome, then dispersed to their duties. All except for the
headmistress, who was also the proprietor, Lady Penelope Birch. She was
a solidly fleshed woman on the far side of forty, pink of complexion
and pleasant of manner, dressed in what was obviously a new frock of
severe grey satin.

She conducted the Prince around the Academy herself, showing him every
class at work, the dining hall, the dormitories, and the other
facilities of her educational establishment, till the Prince was bored
beyond belief and suggested with his charming smile that they might
partake of some little refreshment in her study and discuss the
curriculum. Lady Birch too seemed relieved to be done with the
conducting tour and led him to her comfortable drawing room for a glass
or two of Madeira wine. Jerrold had no taste for that and asked to be
shown the playing fields, and was despatched towards them in the care
of a female of stern appearance. Prince Henry and Lady Penelope chatted
long enough to finish the bottle between them, and hit eventually upon
the subject of how discipline was kept at St Bride's Academy.

Lady Penelope was very willing to explain her methods to so very
charming a Prince over a second bottle of Madeira, and he found the
subject of great interest. When he expressed regret that propriety
forbade him to witness the application of Lady Birch's system for
himself, she insisted it would be a pleasure to demonstrate for him,
and that no question of propriety there arose, in view of his exalted
position.

"It so happens, Your Highness," said she, "that at present I have two
young ladies awaiting chastisement for most grievous offences. Shall I
proceed?"

"By all means, dear Lady Penelope," said the Prince. "I think the
experience will prove most enlightening to me." Thus encouraged, Lady
Birch sent for one of the malefactors, a dark haired girl of sixteen or
seventeen years of age. She wore the grey woollen dress that was the
uniform of the pupils, and her face was very pale above it. The Prince
remained seated in the corner of the room whilst Lady Birch rose to
confront the girl with a glare of severe censure.

The pale cheeked girl stared at her accuser in so evident a state of
shame and fear that the Prince had a notion she might faint away. That
would provide a most instructive interlude, he considered, and under
guise of graciously assisting Lady Birch to chafe the girl's hands and
restore her to her senses, might it not be possible to have a
surreptitious feel of her vaginal titties? Or perhaps to even slip a
hand under her clothes for a sly feel of her thighs? "Evedne
Shillington, you well understand the gravity of your most wicked
offence," said Lady Penelope Birch, her tone severe and menacing. "You
are well acquainted with the humane methods of punishment used in this
scholastic establishment you are to bend over the arm of the sofa here
and raise your clothes up to your hips."

Evadne flushed scarlet, but dare not disobey the command. She leaned
over the arm of the sofa, her belly resting on it, with her back bent
and her bottom the highest raised portion of her person. With many a
sigh and half sob, she lifted with shaking hand the hem of her dress at
the back, until it was level with her knees. "What, you defy me!" Lady
Penelope exclaimed. "I shall make you suffer dearly for this! Pull your
clothes up at once!" While Evadne still hesitated to expose her person
so openly when a member of the opposing sex was present, and a Prince
to boot, the school head herself took hold of the girls garments and
threw modesty to the winds by raising then high enough for Evadne's
drawers to be revealed.

Lady Penelope paused then for just an instant, holding the clothes
raised with one hand whilst she turned her head to look directly to the
Prince. By the faint flush that suffused his handsome face, she was
made perfectly aware that his sensual emotions were becoming aroused.
The briefest of smiles touched her lips, then she turned back to the
hapless girl and, with a bold sweep of her arm, flung her clothes right
over her back, to reveal her drawers complete and the plump young
bottom that filled them out in curves that were pleasant to the eye,
especially Prince Henry's eye.

"You too untie the string of your drawers, Evadne," Her Ladyship said,
"and uncover your posterior, in preparation for your due punishment." A
sob escaped the wretched girl's lips, but she did as bidden and exposed
to the eager gaze of Prince Henry the round cheeks of her bottom, bare
as the palm of her hand. "Forgive me, Your Highness, for directing your
attention to a matter of importance to the school," said her Ladyship.
"We may here observe a rewarding sight, the success of our regime at St
Bride's Academy, as is seen in the well developed condition and healthy
firmness of the strong pair of legs and posterior under observation."

"An interesting way to judge success," said the Prince.

"Yet an unfailing one," replied Lady Penelope. "Each time one of my
young ladies is sent to me for chastisement, it gratifies me to note
that she shows all the signs of being well fed and discreetly
exercised."

"Indeed," Prince Henry agreed, gazing fondly at the creamy skinned and
well formed cheeks of Evadne Shillington's bottom, "you have much to
congratulate yourself upon, Lady Penelope, in my opinion. But what of
the texture and condition of the skin and musculature is that equally
cause for satisfaction?"

"I can assure you that it is," said she, speaking pensively, as if
considering her next step with care. Her decision was no doubt
influenced in large degree by the very distinguished character of her
visitor. Evidently, more could be revealed to the Royal personage than
would be proper or thinkable for anyone of lesser importance.

She stepped up close to Evadne, passed her hands under the girl's
trembling waist, and stripped her drawers right down to her knees, to
display a pair of white and luscious thighs which caused Prince Henry's
pale blue eyes to bulge from his head. He could scarce believe it when
he saw the school mistress pass a searching hand over the young girl's
bottom. "Excellent firm," was her Ladyship's pronouncement. It seemed
to the Prince that Lady Birch's palm lingered over its task, and he
could have almost sworn to it that he saw her fingers slip down for an
instant into the deep crease between Evadne's bare cheeks. His turgid
shaft was upright, and very hard on in his trousers, longing for
sensual stimulation.

"You see here Your Highness, this wicked girl prepared for the
punishment she has richly deserved," Lady Penelope said. "I must
explain that I make no use of strap, cane whip or birch twigs to
chastise young ladies, for it would be cruel to break the skin of so
fair a white bottom."

"It is exceedingly white," murmured Prince Henry, his hand resting
lightly over his throbbing cock to keep it still, for he feared he
might come off in his trousers merely by gazing at Evadne's bare young
bum, charmingly white, "if I may say so, dear Lady Penelope."

"There is further consideration," said she, "too hearty a thrashing
might leave scars, which would ruin the girl for a discerning husband.
Barbarity is frowned upon at St Bride's, and punishment is effected by
means of that humble classroom requisite, the foot rule."

So saying, she took from her desk a flat wooden ruler marked off in
inches, such as is used daily by every school child. "In short," said
she, holding up the rule for Prince Henry to see, "we do not flog or
thrash our delicate young pupils, we merely administer a sound
spanking."

"I thoroughly approve," said the Prince, "and I commend your diligent
care for the future marriage prospects of your pupils. No man of taste
would want to fondle and kiss the cheeks of a female backside scarred
from the school room. Finding such ugly marks would put him off his
stroke, as the saying is."

"Quite so," Your Highness. "A gentleman would be apt in such
circumstances to lose that necessary stiffness which is the joy of
ladies and without which he cannot proceed."

"Tell me one thing," said Prince Henry with a smile, "in what consists
the offence that has brought this young lady to her condign
punishment?"

"She was discovered," I blush to tell you, "up in the dormitory sharing
the bed of another young lady," said Lady Penelope, the expression of
her face extremely serious as she disclosed the nature of Evadne's
turpitude. The Prince's cock bounded in its concealment to hear of this
girlish prank.

"Dear Lady Penelope," he said, thinking it right to urge some degrees
of clemency for the offender, "young ladies often form affectionate
friendships with each other, I have been given to understand. They put
their arms about each other's waists and kiss each other on the cheek,
there can be no harm in this."

"I am well aware of the customs of girls," said Lady Birch, "and I must
emphasise that Evadne's offence was no mere crush, but of a serious
nature. When I was informed of the matter and brought to the scene, I
lifted the bedclothes to find that she and her friend Deirdre were
indeed kissing."

"Girlish games," said the Prince, "a bagatelle surely."

"Innocence or childish playfulness had no part in what they were at,"
said the Headmistress. "Their nightgowns were drawn up to their waists,
and they lay head to foot, with their faces between each other's
thighs."

"By jove, a sixty nine, as the French call it!" the Prince exclaimed in
delight.

"Quite so," Lady Penelope confirmed. "They had so stirred up in each
other the lewdest of emotions that even while I stood speechless in
horror and dismay, Deirdre Massingham experienced the sensual spasm
before my very eyes!"

"And she, too, is to be punished?" the Prince enquired, eager hope
rising high in his heart.

He was staring hard at what was to be seen of Evadne's pussy, framed by
the backs of her bare white thighs. Her little split was but sparsely
fledged yet, with dark brown hair. Evadne was pressing her legs tight
together to hide her pussy from the hot eyes of the gentleman behind
her, but the compressed lips were clearly visible, and Prince Henry had
no great difficulty in envisaging another girl's wet tongue lapping at
that soft young pussy, to bring her off.

"Deirdre's punishment is to be more severe than Evadne's for she
indulged herself the furthest., and it is to be visited upon her after
Evadne has been dealt with. If it is of interest to you, Your Highness,
you are welcome to stay and witness it."

"Perhaps I shall," the Prince murmured, "but first let me see how you
deal with Evadne." Lady Penelope nodded, then moved to the girls side,
raising her arm until her hand grasping the flat wooden rule was level
with her own head.

"Brace yourself to receive your due punishment, Evadne," she cried, and
the wooden implement of suffering fell with a crack, crack, crack,
across the girl's bare posterior. Evadne cried out and squirmed her
belly on the sofa arm. The sharp stinging implement continued to
descend, reddening her white cheeks, till Evadne kicked her legs out
backwards, raising her feet from the floor, and in her distress
spreading them apart, so that Prince Henry enjoyed a glimpse of her
most intimate parts. His burning eyes stared right into the deep cleft
between the girl's chastened thighs, and Evadne sobbed in shame to know
that a gentleman was staring at her personal secret. The Prince found
himself in a condition of the utmost arousal, his shaft leaping within
his trousers so strongly that to keep it still he could do no other
than slip a hand into his pocket and grasp it, lest its movements under
the cloth gave him away.

"Six of the best!" cried Lady Penelope, ceasing to thrash her victim.
"Remain where you are, Evadne, whilst I examine you to ensure that no
physical damage has occurred." Prince Henry watched in utter
fascination whilst the portly headmistress put down the foot rule and
ran an open hand slowly over poor Evadne's tormented rump. "Excellent,"
she pronounced, "a good sound spanking to teach you a lesson, with no
breaking of the skin or bruising." Then she addressed herself to Prince
Henry, telling it was quite an art, to use a rule on a bottom to give
pain yet avoid damaging so tender a part of the female anatomy.

"Look for yourself, Your Highness," she offered, proud of her skill as
a stern taskmaster, "and you will see what I mean." Very willing to
inspect Evadne's bare young rump closer, the Prince stepped forward
blithely and passed a hand lightly over the reddened cheeks. They were
very warm to the touch, and this he remarked upon, whilst
congratulating Lady Penelope. "I shall speak frankly Your Highness,"
she replied, preening a little at the compliment bestowed upon her by a
personage of Royal Blood, care is required to an extreme degree,
otherwise a random stroke of the ruler might land awkwardly, and
inflict injury upon the sensitive parts. To demonstrate what she meant,
she laid both hands on Evadne and pulled the cheeks of her bottom
gently away from each other until all her girlish secrets were exposed.
Prince Henry gazed enwrap at her puckered little knot hole, and at the
silky hairs that grew round it and along the crease to her pussy, where
the down become curls to adorn her girlish mound.

Lady Birch trailed a fingertip along the crease, and over the lips of
Evadne's pussy. "Here is where frightful damage could be done, unless
care is taken in the direction of the ruler during punishment," said
she, "make a close examination, Your Royal Highness, and you will see
for yourself the parts are untouched."

The Prince gave Evadne's pussy a good feel, his face scarlet with
suppressed emotion. Even as he did so, enjoying it hugely, he was not
such a fool to believe Lady Penelope was acting in innocence, by
inflaming his passions so very cleverly. It was obvious she had grasped
his keen and abiding interest in female parts, and was manipulating his
emotions to her own advantage. But what if that? he asked himself.
There was very little to be got from him, in either cash or advancement
or otherwise, no matter how devious a scheme Lady Penelope intended.
Meanwhile, the advantage lay with him, to see how far he would be
allowed to go in indulging his lust. The ploy promised entertainment!
"Lady Penelope," said he, trying his best to sound concerned and
sincere, "is there a possibility that you are mistaken in your
judgment, and have inflicted punishment on poor Evadne wrongly? Only
consider this, she cannot be much over sixteen, what can she know of
sensual emotions indulged by adults?"

"She is seventeen, and I told you what I saw," said Lady Penelope,
looking at the Prince with renewed interest, "there is no doubt as to
what she and Deirdre were doing together."

"Of that I am sure," said he, "for the evidence of your own eyes is
that they were kissing each other's pussy's. But did they know, or more
precisely, did Evadne know the purpose and aim of her girlish prank?
You said the other young lady came off while you watched, yet not
Evadne. Therefore, dear lady, a serious doubt must exist as to Evadne's
intentions and motives in permitting her friend to put her tongue to
her pussy."

Lady Penelope wrinkled her brow briefly in thought. "If I understand
Your Highness aright," said she slowly, "you are contending that unless
Evadne knew that the outcome of allowing her person to be licked was to
bring on the sensual spasm, then whatever her actions, no guilt
attaches to her. Is that it?"

"In a nut shell," the Prince confirmed. "I maintain that she is too
young and unspoiled to understand anything of coming off and has
therefore been punished for no good reason."

"You would be surprised and dismayed to learn at how young an age the
young ladies of St Bride's Academy become aware of the facts of life
and the potential of there own persons," said Her Ladyship. "Yet I
detest the thought of committing an injustice and will try to get to
the bottom of this."

"Quite so," said Prince Henry dryly, "in so very fundamental a matter,
we ought to do all we can to be certain."

"Evadne," said Lady Penelope in a firm and no nonsense voice, "you are
to answer a question or two truthfully."

During all this time and conversation, Evadne had remained motionless
over the arm of the sofa, her bottom bare, awaiting her dismissal back
to the classroom. Being now called upon to make a reply, she promised
in a trembling voice to speak the truth. "Answer me then," said her
Ladyship, "when I took you by surprise in Deirdre Massingham's bed, you
had your heads down between each other's legs and were employing your
tongues on a portion of the female frame never mentioned in
conversation. I wish to know the purpose of this action. What did you
expect to happen to each of you as a result of this licking?"

"I don't understand what you mean," the girl quavered, moving her
bottom slightly from side to side, as if expecting to feel the wooden
rule crack down on it again, we were only playing a silly game with
each other, nothing more.

The effect on Prince Henry of the swaying bare bottom could be
described as unsettling in the extreme. His shaft vibrated so strongly
in his trousers that Lady Penelope Birch was wholly entranced and could
not keep her eyes from it. "Evadne does not know what you are asking
her," he exclaimed, "surely my point is proved!"

"A moment," Lady Penelope demurred, "I am not satisfied with this
answer quite so easily." Addressing herself to Evadne with a thin
smile, she said:

"There have been two previous occasions when it was necessary to punish
you for the offense of manipulating your own person. Formerly it was by
yourself, and it was my belief that you had learned to keep your
meddling fingers from interfering with your female parts, yet in spite
of all, you were discovered in the very act with a fellow pupil. Do you
expect me to believe you did this in total ignorance of the outcome of
stimulation of the parts?"

Though Evadne's head was turned away from her questioner and only her
bottom towards her, it could be seen that her face was scarlet, a
pretty red that well matched the effect of beating the cheeks of her
backside. She uttered a sob in her anguish of mind, and declared
herself at a loss to know what her Ladyship could possibly mean. "It is
my opinion that the girl is lying," Lady Penelope said to the Prince,
"she is well acquainted with the female orgasm and how to induce it. Do
you agree Your Highness?"

"I find it hard to condemn her after only a question or two," said he,
staring avidly at the plump bare bottom exposed to him so freely.
"There must surely be some more conclusive manner of establishing
whether or not she is familiar with the spasm."

"You are correct," Lady Penelope remarked, a gleam of delight in her
eyes. "We shall carry out an experiment by manipulating her sexual
parts, this will quickly reveal if she is as pure in heart as she
claims, or is accustomed to coming off."

"Yes!" cried Prince Henry, agog at the suggestion.

At once Lady Penelope set her hand between Evadne's thighs to feel her
pussy. "Here is where the mischief is done," she declared, fingering
the girl deftly, "observe closely, Your Highness, and all shall be
revealed shortly, when this untruthful girl succumbs."

"Oh, what are you doing to me?" Evadne asked in a weak voice. "Please
stop, or I shall die of shame."

"Do not play the innocent with me!" Lady Penelope answered, and her
finger pried into Evadne's lower lips. "You have made your offense a
hundred times worse by lying about it. You shall be punished a second
time, before you leave this room."

"Spare me, I beg of you!" gasped Evadne. "Beat me if you will, but do
not rob me of my modesty in front of His Highness. Oh sir, I throw
myself on your mercy to save me from violation at the hands of Her
Ladyship."

"Indeed," said Prince Henry, scarce able to speak for emotion of the
most lascivious type that had him in its power, "the case is not
proved, Lady Penelope."

"Not quite yet she agreed, but it will soon be. Your kind forbearance
towards Evadne does you great credit, but I fear it is a question of
guile imposing upon good nature. Satisfy your own good conscience that
the truth is as I have said, continue the stimulation yourself, if you
would be so good as to honor this miserable girl with your Royal
condescension, and the proof of my assertion will be in your own hand."

With those words she stepped away from Evadne's exposed bum and
respectfully urged Prince Henry to take her place and put his hand to
the victim. Evadne moaned to feel Princely fingers sliding over the
ruddier cheeks of her bottom. Two seconds later, she gave a loud gasp
of dismay to feel her thighs pushed apart to expose her pussy
completely. The Prince pried open the downy split that was the acme of
his interest and brought up his fingertip to her secret button.

Lady Penelope stood a little to one side, observing all with a strange
smile of satisfaction on her face. "In my expert view, the habit of
self gratification has taken a firm hold on this wretched girl," said
she, "already I detect a certain slipperiness and looseness of her
pussy that betrays the onset of sensual arousal. Is it not so?"

"I have to admit there is a certain wetness and warmth," the Prince
agreed, noting that Lady Birch had at last used the word pussy to refer
to Evadne's slit.

"Oh, Your Highness," Evadne said faintly, "I implore you not to
continue what you are doing, the strangest sensations are manifesting
themselves in me!"

"Be silent girl," Lady Penelope answered for him, "open your legs wider
for His Highness to get his fingers into you." Evadne uttered a tiny
shriek at her words, and Prince Henry's free hand forced her thighs
very wide apart, as if disclaiming her appeal to his compassion, whilst
he sank his fingers into her maidenly opening. "I thought as much!"
said Lady Penelope, smiling broadly, "mark how her limbs are shaking,
the sudden pallor of her face, and the rapid heaving of her bosom! She
is at the very point of coming off."

"You slander me!" Evadne cried out, red faced.

"Do not be insolent!" said Her Ladyship. "Finish her off, Your
Highness, I see the sensual spasm stirring in her. Bring her off now!"

"Have pity!" the hapless girl shrieked. "I promise never to do it
again!"

"The time was gone when pity would serve," said Prince Henry in a
frenzy of lust as he manipulated her. "You are to come off now Evadne,
I already feel the first soft sweet contraction of your pussy."

Evadne moaned and sighed, kicked out her legs, thrust rapidly her bare
bottom up and down, and came off most impressively for a young lady of
her years. "The case is proved," Lady Penelope exclaimed, her expert
eye surveyed the girls throes of sensual bliss. Prince Henry uttered a
faint moan to feel his shaft throbbing violently in his trousers. He
had indulged his fantasies on the virginal pussy under his hand to the
point where matters were quite out of control. His legs had become weak
under him and he tottered a little and might have fallen, but saved
himself from a collapse by leaning forward, supporting himself by both
hands planted firmly on Evadne's bare cheeks.

With a slight cry of alarm Lady Penelope rushed to his side and passed
a strong arm under his waist to support him further, whilst his
bounding shaft spurted thick hot cream in a flood up inside his shirt.
Lady Penelope guessed from his agitation what had befallen him, and
slipped her arm under his waistcoat and felt the warm wetness soaking
through his shirt.

"Mercy me Your Highness," she whispered into his ear, "I do believe
you've fetched off."

CHAPTER 10
The Prince Becomes a Patron of Learning.

Prince Henry's unexpected emission in his trousers after he had brought
off the errant schoolgirl by hand left him temporarily weakened and
unsteady on his feet. Lady Penelope Birch passed a comforting arm about
his waist and assisted him to an armchair, where he leaned back limply
whilst recovering his strength. Evadne too, it seemed, was somewhat
enfeebled by the intense emotions of her own coming off at the Prince's
hand, and rested with her belly across the sofa arm and her bare behind
exposed. Leaving the Prince to get his breath back in his own time,
Lady Penelope returned to her chastened pupil and slipped a questing
hand between her thighs from the rear, to feel how very wet was her
pussy.

"The case is proved," said Her Ladyship, "you are no stranger to coming
off, Evadne, and in a young person that can mean only one thing, that
you regular abuse yourself, or worse yet, you submit regular abuse by
Deirdre Massingham and perhaps other of your friends here."

"What have you to say for yourself?"

"No, Lady Birch, no," the girl stammered guiltily, "nothing of the sort
has ever happened to me before. Even now I don't know what was done, 
but the feelings were so strong I couldn't help myself, I was compelled
to yield to the sensations, though much against my will."

"For your sake Evadne," replied the headmistress, "it would please me
to believe you, but I cannot. Not the slightest doubt now remains but
that you have told untruths to His Highness and me. This is extremely
serious."

"I have told the truth," the girl insisted stubbornly.

"Do not make matters worse by compounding your offense," said Lady
Penelope. "Get up and adjust your clothing properly, then return to
your classroom and stay there until your punishment is decided." Evadne
emitted a low wail and wiggled her bare smacked bottom in a manner that
softened the Prince's tender heart.

"I shall intercede for you, Evadne," he said most graciously, "though
not with a glad heart, for everyone tries to deceive me and I detest
it." Evadne got up from the sofa arm, keeping her face turned from the
Prince and the soft cheeks of her bottom to him, whilst she drew up her
drawers and tied them with a neat bow at her waist, before letting her
skirts descend to cover her legs decently. When she had left the room
and the door was fast shut behind her, only then did Lady Penelope turn
towards Prince Henry and ask what he thought he should be done to
Evadne by way of further chastisement. "Let us defer that for a little
while," said he, "there is an extremely urgent matter to be attended
to."

"Of course, Your Highness," she agreed with a smile. "Pray do allow me
to be of service."

So saying, she drew up a foot stool and sat herself between Prince
Henry's parted knees, unbuttoned his trousers and laid bare his belly
and limp wet shaft. With a lavender scented lace handkerchief she wiped
the creamy moisture of his fetching off from his belly and shirt and
whilst she was engaged on this act of necessary service to the Prince's
person, she found occasion to touch the Royal Shaft with her fingers
and raise it to wipe the underneath.

"If I may make an observation without appearing impertinent Your
Highness," she remarked, "never before have I witnessed so sensitive
and susceptible a nature to the female body as Your Highness has
displayed here this morning. We who are composed of common clay can
only admire and respect so highly developed a sensibility as exists
only in Royalty. I find it impossible to find adequate expression for
the high regard and esteem in which I hold Your Highness." At these
flattering words, the Prince guessed that something was about to be
asked of him. Meanwhile, he lolled back at ease in the chair and
enjoyed the sensation of a female handling his cock, which was
beginning already to lose the slackness of soft repose, and grew stiff
in her hand. "The deep interest Your Highness has displayed in the
Academy and in certain aspects of its disciplinary endeavors emboldens
me," said Lady Penelope, "to put forward a proposal which might in
other circumstances seem ill conceived and over hasty."

Aha, thought the Prince, she will now inform me of what she expects in
return for being allowed to feel the pussy of a pupil of hers. In this
he had judged correctly, for Lady Birch went on to say how very
delighted she and the staff and pupils would be, and how greatly
honored and privileged moreover, if Prince Henry could consent to
become Patron of St. Bride's.

"Patron?" said the Prince, feeling reasonably well disposed towards the
Headmistress now she had raised his cock to full stretch and was
tickling under the head with her fingertip, "but what are the duties of
a patron? I know nothing of educational matters, for my schooling was
by a private tutor."

"The duties are exceedingly light," Lady Penelope assured him,
"consisting only of being present once a year on founders day to
present prizes to those young ladies who have excelled. The parents are
invited to this function, and will be honored to see Your Highness on
the platform."

"Is that all?" asked the Prince, delighted by the sensations he was
experiencing from the light manipulation he was experiencing from Lady
Penelope's hand.

"The supreme prize awarded to the girl who has excelled best in most
would, naturally, be entitled the Prince's prize," said the wily
Headmistress. "It would be a book of great educational and moral worth,
and suitably inscribed on the inside cover, to make it a lifelong
keepsake for the winner. For the cost of it, the Academy would look
forward to your Highness for a donation of five guineas each year."

"HM," said the Prince "nothing more?"

"Only what else may be of personal interest to Your Highness in his
capacity of Patron. For instance, the methods we employ to chastise
erring girls may require close attention. As also may the arrangements
for supervising the physical health of the girls, and various other
matters."

"I see," said the Prince thoughtfully, his mind filled with visions of
trotting down to St. Bride's Academy whenever he had a letch on him to
feel a virginal young pussy and test if any girl was or was not
acquainted with fetching off by hand.

"I can think of no one more qualified and appropriate to the honorary
position of Patron than Your Royal Highness," murmured Lady Penelope,
staring as if mesmerized at the Prince's cock she held in her hand. She
had long since given up the pretense that she was merely drying off the
Prince's person after the accident of his emission and she was handling
it for her own pleasure. 

By a most gracious act of Royal condescension Prince Henry let her have
her way. She had been the cause of his enjoying a new pleasure that
day, the spanking of Evadne's bare bottom to which he had been an eager
witness, and the feel of her soft and maidenly pussy, a rare commodity
in aristocratic circles. Now he came to think of it, for all the female
slits that the Prince had enjoyed, he could recall very few others he
had ever fingered in a virginal and unbroached state. That lewd
consideration led him on to wonder whether it might not be possible,
should he consent to become the Patron of the Academy, not to just feel
the pussies of the other pupils, but also perhaps cull a maidenhood or
two.

"I cannot find words to say how very greatly honored I am to be of this
service to Your Highness," said Lady Penelope, her plump cheeks bright
red from the intense emotions brought on by her free handling of his
Royal cock. "I am the most loyal and devoted admirer, and perform this
act of homage with great pride and chaste joy." Without completing her
sentence, she leaned forward on her foot stool and placed a respectful
kiss on the distended head of the Prince's hard cock.

"Most commendable," said the Prince, with a sigh of pleasure. As if the
touch of the Royal cock on her lips had bereft her of all sense of
propriety and fitness, Lady Penelope opened her mouth wide and took
into it two thirds at least of the hard swollen cock, to lap with her
hot tongue at the unhooded and velvet head.

"Heavens, Lady Penelope!" exclaimed Prince Henry. "I did not truly know
the extent of your patriotism till this very moment." In the ordinary
course of events, it would have been unlikely in the extreme that the
gallant young Prince would have deigned to take his pleasure with a
stout woman of above forty years, but the circumstances were far from
the ordinary. The sight of Evadne's bare bottom, and above all, the
lewd affair of fetching her off by way of experiment, had inflamed his
emotions to the apex of lust and brought him off unexpected. Even that
was not enough in itself to render him tranquil, for the headmistress's
light handling of his person had set him on the hard yet again.

As for Lady Penelope, she was honored beyond expectation by this act of
gracious condescension towards her, and sucked hard at his cock and
laved it with her tongue, bringing on sensations of acute bliss that
had the Prince trembling in his chair and sighing loudly. Hearing this
evidence of his delight, she slipped his shaft from her mouth for a
moment and gazed up at him with a red face and adorning eyes, to
implore him, "Give it to me, Your Highness! I yearn for it so much!"
Prince Henry was enjoying the proceedings intensely and did not take it
amiss that she addressed him in this excitable way. He smiled down at
her and made a languid gesture of consent to her urgent request.

At once she sucked his wet cock into her hot mouth again, a speedy
movement of her tongue lifting the Prince's sensations up to the very
pinnacle of bliss. His cock bounded against her tongue and with a cry
of delight he spurted the Royal cream hot and deep down Lady Penelope's
throat. "By God!" he cried, "I've done it!"

"Mmm," she gurgled, sucking hard to extract every last drop. When at
last the Prince was drained dry and given a pause to recover himself,
after he had been wiped yet again and buttoned up decently, Lady
Penelope seated herself more conventionally upon a chair facing him and
again raised the matter of whether he would be Patron.

"I am honored by the proposal," said he, "and mean to give my close
attention to it before reaching a decision. Meantime, dear Lady
Penelope, what of the other offending pupil still to be punished?
Deirdre, I believe was her name."

"What do you mean to do with her?" The Headmistress stared thoughtfully
at her Royal visitor, a gleam of understanding in her eyes. More bait
was required, she saw, to get so important a personage to bite and take
the hook, so that she might reel him in to her advantage.

"Her offense was even more serious than Evadne's," said she, "and a
heavier punishment is indicated. I shall send for her at once, and she
shall have twelve of the best across her bare bottom, whilst Your
Highness looks on. Or perhaps the wretch would take the lesson more to
heart if she received her spanking from the Royal hand, if that would
please you?"

"Your natural kindness is impeding your sense of justice and
rightness," the Prince commented. "If I do agree to be Patron, I shall
expect a clearer sense of duty on your part, madam."

"I am rightly rebuked for my shortcomings!" cried the other. "Only tell
me what you consider appropriate in this particular instance and it
shall be done forthwith!"

"As I understand the case, it was Deirdre who seduced Evadne into
licking her pussy until she came off under your very eye," said Prince
Henry, "and this act of seduction took place in the dormitory, and in
bed. I suggest to you that a fitting place to chastise her would be
where the offense was committed, and also in the same state of undress
as then."

Lady Penelope thought it over for a moment and then agreed to the
suggestion. She sent a messenger to bid Deirdre Massingham to go at
once to her bed and wait there, and then conducted the Prince through
the Academy and up the staircase, it was a pleasant and well lighted
room, he noted, furnished with six beds down each side and cupboards
between, for the girls clothes.

Deirdre was there before them, having run all the way, and a trifle
breathless as a result. She was a well made young lady, tall for her
seventeen years, brown hared and healthy of complexion. She hung her
head in shame in seeing the Prince accompanied her Headmistress, for
she had guessed at once that the summons was to the chastisement that
hung over her head. She had spoken to Evadne on her return to the class
room, and in a whisper there had been confided to her some details of
what had been done to her by Lady Penelope and Prince Henry together.

"Now Deirdre," said Lady Penelope briskly, "the time is here for the
punishment you so amply deserve for your lewd offense, namely, mutual
abuse of the female parts with Evadne. It is my intention to make the
punishment fit the crime, and therefore I mean to give you twelve of
the best."

"Be merciful, I beg you," Deirdre gasped, but the stern eyed
headmistress continued without a trace of compassion.

"You are to be punished whilst in the condition in which you committed
so serious a breach of decency and female modesty, to impress upon you
the base lewdness of your offense. Remove your clothes at once, and get
into bed in only your nightgown, as you were when I discovered you."

Deirdre blushed furiously to hear herself thus addressed in the
presence of Prince Henry, but she dared not disobey nor to turn her
back on Royalty. She slowly removed her clothes, down to her drawers 
and chemise, then spoke in a quavering voice for pity to Lady Penelope.
"Do not make your position worse by daring to defy me!" said the
Headmistress. "Or twelve of the best may become twenty!"

With a sob the shame faced girl removed her chemise, and the Prince
eyed with pleasure her well grown pair of titties, their buds a
delicate pink that made his mouth water to suck them. To spare her
blushes further, Deirdre took her ankle length white linen nightgown
from under the pillow and slipped it over her head, so that she was
decently covered when she at last removed her drawers.

At an imperious gesture from Lady Penelope, the girl slipped swiftly
into bed and lay with the sheets pulled tight up under her chin. Prince
Henry sat on one side of the bed and suggested to Lady Penelope that
she sit on the other side, while they put a few questions to Deirdre as
to the details of the offense she and Evadne had committed together.

"An excellent plan," said Lady Penelope. "Will you start the
questioning, Your highness, or shall I do so?"

"Be so good as to begin, said he, let us investigate in all open
mindedness the circumstances, for as I understand you, the sheets were
drawn over the two girls and you could not observe what they were doing
to each other until you uncovered them."

"That is very true," Lady Penelope said. "Come now, Deirdre, state
fully and without omissions or charges or untruths what went on between
you and Evadne." While Deirdre was stammering out with sighs and sobs
and many hot blushes a much revised version of the events of the night,
Prince Henry's hand was sliding in between the sheets from the side of
the bed.

When Deirdre least expected it, his hand slid up under her chaste
nightgown, and between her legs! "You claim that Evadne made the first
advance?" he asked, a look of disbelief on his handsome countenance.
"Well then, what was it that she did to you, was it what I am doing
now?" Before she could confirm the untruth she was attempting to pass
off, the Prince had hold of her pussy! Nor was that all he did, for she
uttered a gasp of amazement to feel him insert a finger into her slit
and touch her sensitive nub.

"Note that, Lady Penelope," the Prince remarked, "her legs parted of
themselves when her pussy was touched! That puts an end to any plea of
innocence or unwillingness to be felt!" Deirdre trembled mightily and
sobbed in dismay as her headmistress thrust a hand between the sheets
to confirm the truth of what Prince Henry said. Of a sudden, it was not
just one but two separate fingers thrust into her pussy! She gasped and
shook as they tickled her hidden nub to the slippery wetness of sensual
arousal, and tears of shame trickled down her cheeks.

For enjoying the sensual spasm a time or two with Evadne, how fearfully
she was being abused now by Her Ladyship! And by His Highness too! Poor
Deirdre felt as if her pussy would be wrenched apart by the fingers
that were working side by side to stimulate it to the apex of
sensation. Try as she would to keep her thighs together, they parted
more widely yet, for all the world as if her traitorous pussy had a
will of its own, and was gaping wide in a plea to her tormentors to
ravish it!

"The case is indeed proven," Lady Penelope exclaimed to the Prince, "I
fear she is about to come off."

"We must be sure of our facts in so vital a matter," said he, "off with
the bedclothes!" In a flash they had thrown coverlet and sheets to the
foot of the bed and Deirdre's nightgown was turned up to her waist,
exposing her soft young thighs and her brown haired pussy. Side by
side, the Prince and the headmistress each pried a finger in their
helpless victim's wide open slit, to tickle her swollen pink nub
together. "She has pretty legs," said the Prince, "and a perfect little
pussy for some lucky shaft to pierce one day. How old is she?"

"Seventeen," Lady Penelope answered, her own face flushed red with the
emotions racing through her, "does Your Highness wish me to glance
aside whilst you fuck her? Or may I remain and observe the Royal poke,
a great honor for me?"

"Deirdre is a virgin, I note," said the Prince with a smile, "I fear it
would be imprudent to fuck her willy nilly."

"Was ever a young lady treated in this shameful way before, to be
manipulated to the female organism by two persons at the same time!
Spasms of embarrassed delight throbbed through Deirdre's maidenly
belly, to the rhythmic caress of fingers in her pussy. In her mind
dwelt the humiliating and astonishing knowledge that she was about to
be brought off! She had become so aroused that she no longer cared a
fig for female modesty or maidenly reticence, her hands shook as if in
a fever, and found their way up under her nightgown, to grasp her own
titties.

"Oh look, Your Highness, she is feeling herself!" exclaimed Lady
Penelope. "There can be no greater admission of guilt!"

"How very charming," the Prince murmured, "pull her nightgown higher,
so that we may enjoy a view of her bare titties while we bring her off
together." To the beat of their fingertips on her nub, Deirdre's back
arched upwards from the bed to push her belly and her wet pussy against
the ministering hands. A short cry escaped her and she squirmed and
gasped in the throes of coming off, then fell back limp on the bed, her
scarlet face covered over by her hands to hide her sudden shame in
being observed in the sensual spasm by a member of the opposite sex.

The Prince and Lady Penelope removed their hands from her wet ravished
pussy and looked at each other in satisfaction across her exposed body.
"Well Your Highness, you have seen for your self how wickedly
precocious in sensual matters this girl is," said Lady Penelope with a
smirk.

"There can be no doubt of it," said he, smiling knowingly back at the
headmistress, for we have witnessed Mr. Southey's poem brought to life
before our very eyes.

"Oh how blood runs through the veins
As nature all her power now strains,
The belly quivers, pussy burns,
The maiden sighs and moans and yearns,
Then lust holds fourth triumphant sway,
She comes off hard, and swoons away!"

"Admirably poetic, Your Highness," said the headmistress, "I commend
your acquaintance with the works of our English poets. But the fact of
the matter is that the satisfaction of lust is inappropriate in a young
lady of Deirdre's age. Our duty toward her is to decide what degree of
chastisement she has deserved. A dozen strokes with the ruler, or two
dozen?"

"If I may make a suggestion," said the Prince, whose shaft was
positively vibrating in his trousers in solemn warning that it proposed
to fetch off quite soon, whether he chose to attend to it or not, "I am
not of the opinion that a smacked bottom will suffice to turn Deirdre
from her ways."

"What then? Do you suggest that she is expelled in disgrace from St.
Bride's," asked the headmistress in agitation, "that is a very serious
step, her father being no less a person than General Massingham of the
Foot Guard."

"No, no," the Prince soothed her alarm, "the stigma of being expelled
would follow the dear child all her life, and ruin her chances of a
good marriage and a happy existence. My suggestion is that she needs to
be shown by example that she ought not to play games in bed with other
pupils of the Academy."

"You are quite correct, Your Highness, but what can it be you have in
mind for her?"

"Why, it is simplicity itself, at bedtime every evening she must report
to you, Lady Penelope, in your sitting room, ready for repose in her
nightgown. She will seat herself on the sofa with her nightclothes
drawn up to her waist as now, and remain so while you put your hand
between her thighs and bring her off as a warning that she is not to
touch her own female parts."

"An excellent plan!" cried Lady Penelope, who had shown that day she
mightily enjoyed a feel of a young pussy. "By the time I've done with
her each night she'll have no desire left for playing games with
Evadne, she'll be as wrung out as a dish cloth, and good for nothing
but to fall fast asleep alone in her own bed."

"I knew you would grasp the point of my suggestion," said the Prince
with a smile, "a good tousling by you will keep her away from the
temptation of other girls in the dormitory."

"Do you hear His Highness, Deirdre," the headmistress asked her pupil,
"do you understand what he proposes for you?"

"Yes, Lady Birch," the girl quavered, her face still hidden, "so long
as you do not expel me, I will submit to whatever you think best as
punishment."

"Then it is settled," said the Prince, "in my new capacity of Patron I
shall make frequent visits to St. Bride's, and at each time I shall
assist your headmistress to stimulate your pussy and bring you off,
thereby reinforcing the moral lesson. You may go now Deirdre, take your
clothes and dress yourself elsewhere, then return to your class. Lady
Penelope and I have a most urgent matter to discuss."

When she was gone and the dormitory door firm shut behind her, Prince
Henry reached out to take Lady Penelope's hand and press it to the
front of his trousers. When she became fully aware of the strength of
his hard cock, she sighed aloud and was like to have fainted away from
the intensity of her emotion. "It will be my privilege to relieve Your
Highness's tension," she said, her eyes half closed in bliss. "I must
have a proper fuck this time, he told her."

At once Lady Penelope tugged open his buttons and felt inside until her
hand closed round his six inches of hard cock. "My person is entirely
at your Royal disposal, she told him, though I fear it is an old hen
you have to tread, rather than a young pullet like Deirdre. Why did you
not do her when we had her here on her back with her nightgown up?
There would be no protest or complaint afterwards, I would make sure of
that."

"The best tunes are often played on old fiddles," replied the Prince
gallantly, "and a green girl may not be half so nice to poke as a
mature female who knows for what purpose her well tried pussy was truly
formed by an All Wise Providence."

He rose from the bed and walked around it to join her on the far side,
then asked her to be so good as to kneel down and say her prayers for
him. Lady Penelope smiled to hear his request, for she guessed at once
what he was at. Not an instant was let pass before she was on her knees
at the bedside, leaning well forward, her elbows on the bed and her bum
in the air. The Prince knelt behind her and turned her clothes to her
hips, exposing drawers pulled tight over the cheeks of her fat round
bottom. She discerned that he had chosen this posture for his lustful
release so he could fully enjoy her pussy without the need to gaze on
her middle aged and, no longer pretty face. Such tactfulness, and
thoughtfulness was little short of perfection, she considered, and the
honor of being fucked by a Prince was almost overwhelming.

"A big soft pussy of the sort I dream of, Lady Penelope," he murmured
when he moved close to the warm cheeks of her bottom and parted the
rearward opening of her drawers to gaze upon her hairy split. With both
thumbs he opened the thick lips for the swollen head of his cock to
push in. considerations of the Lady's age in respect to his own had no
bearing then on Prince Henry's delicious emotions. In his mind were
some lines of Mr. Jos. Sedley he had committed to memory in former
years.

Indulge the sensual appetite,
And give full rein to lusty Nature,
Of blame and censure heed no slight,
Where pleasure's got is no great matter.

"Oh Your Highness!" Lady Penelope squealed in great delight when she
felt the heavy head of the Prince's cock nuzzling at the lips of her
wet pussy. With a long exhalation of sheerest joy he pushed hard and
instantly ran it into her depths. By now the headmistress was very
aroused to feel the Royal shaft up her, and the Prince found her pussy
to be juicier and warmer than he expected, and he slid it right into
the hilt.

When the Prince's thighs were pressed tight against her, Lady Penelope
clenched the muscles of her belly and held his cock comfortably fast in
the clasp of her pussy. Prince Henry took her by her big titties,
reaching around to grasp them, and with short jabbing strokes he
brought his passionate emotions to the boil very quickly. His lust had
mounted high in process of abusing Deirdre with Lady Penelope, and he 
fetched off in great leaping gushes into the willing pussy placed at
his disposal. Lady Penelope, too, was highly aroused, both from
bringing off the girl and from feeling the spurting of Princely cream
in her cunt. Her bottom butted against the Prince in wet spasms of
blissful sensation and, all politeness and refinement cast aside, she
cried out in the wild throes of her coming off, "Fuck me, Your
Highness, Fuck me!"

CHAPTER 11
A Cunning Trap Set

The day after Prince Henry's introduction to the proficiency and skill
required for the education of young ladies of good family, he was
reflecting with fond pleasure on the memory of plump white female
cheeks exposed to receive a sound spanking, when a note was delivered
to him. He took it from a silver salver on which a footman presented it
to him and noted that it had been sent by hand, there being no postage
stamp visible with a likeness of his dear Grand Mama on the envelope.

He dismissed the flunkey and opened the message, to find most
unexpectedly that it was from Myrtle Willoughby-Codrington. The gist of
her words was that she would be quite alone all that afternoon, her
husband having gone out of town with his friends for a day at the
races. If his Royal Highness had the time or the inclination to make a
call at Wilton Crescent after lunch, Mrs. Willoughby-Codrington would
be greatly honoured to receive him.

How could so hot natured a young man as Prince Henry decline so
eloquent an invitation? Even to read the written words on the page
caused him a pleasurable tremor of his dangling part. Well before the
hour of three in the afternoon, unaccompanied, for he had evaded the
omnipresent Captain Jerrold Bolsover, the Prince arrived at the
Willoughby-Codrington residence and was at once shown up to the drawing
room by a ginger whiskered butler.

Myrtle rose from her chair and made him a deep curtsy as he entered. He
took her out stretched hand to raise her gracefully to her feet, and
led her to a red plush sofa, where they seated themselves side by side.
Myrtle was dressed simply, but to good effect, the Prince noted. She
had on a high necked white blouse with a ruffle of lace all the way
down the front, the effect of this being to emphasise the size and
prominence of her bosom.

The waist of her jet black skirt was nipped tightly in by a belt, and
below that her hips swelled out in rich abundance. A tiny flicker of
lace showed for an instant below the hem of her skirt as she sat down,
hinting at the petticoats flounced with full and elaborate sewing. That
Myrtle was many years younger than her husband was quite evident, but
what of her own true age might be was not found out, and the Prince had
given little thought to the matter. Her hair was black and gleaming,
her round face smooth and unlined. This all the world could observe.
But as the Prince had every reason to know, her titties were large and
soft and showed no sign yet of sagging, her belly was round and
perfectly without a wrinkle, her thighs were plump, firm and creamy of
aspect. What more could any admirer expect of a lady's person?

Seated together on the long sofa they addressed each other with the
warmth of close friends, and she expressed regret that the many and
unceasing duties required of members of the Royal Family had kept
Prince Henry from her side for so long a time. The Prince agreed with
her, being most impatient to launch into the business for which he had
come to visit her. His hands went roaming eagerly over her bosom,
feeling the warmth and weight of her titties through her thin clothing.

"How wonderfully ardent you are, Your Highness," said Myrtle. "Have you
missed me so greatly?"

"Heavens above yes!" he replied, his nimble fingers finding and undoing
the buttons concealed under the lace ruffle of her blouse. "I have
dreamed nightly of these beauties," he added, pulling the blouse wide
open and getting his hands right down the front of her chemise to feel
her bare titties.

"Oh my darling boy!" cried Myrtle, her emotion so profound that the
plentiful titties in his hands heaved until they very nearly popped out
of the top of her chemise. "Do you think me impertinent, but I too have
dreamed of you and the feel of your Royal cock throbbing strongly
inside me!"

"That is as it should be," said Prince Henry in good natured
condensation, "for females favored by receiving the insertion of a
Royal cock in there pussy are quite unable ever after to forget the
experience."

Now that he had explained the simple fact of life to Myrtle, he reached
down to get his hands under her long skirt and lifted it over her
knees. The lace and fine linen of her petticoats greeted his touch, and
then his hand lay betwixt her thighs, a shock ran through him at the
sudden realization that those lovely thighs were bare! Myrtle was
wearing no pants, as at their first meeting. His eager hand at rest for
a moment between those columns of warm flesh, he asked the question
that was in his mind.

"I say Myrtle," he exclaimed, "do you never wear drawers my dear? or
dare I believe that you are bare bummed purely for my benefit?"

"What can you think of me?" she cried. "Naturally I wear the proper
under garments of a respectable married woman. For shame that you
should think otherwise! But in the fond hope that you would be able to
accept my invitation and slip away from your Princely duties for an
hour, I removed them. Was I foolish in my hope that you would arrive
here and have reason to discover for yourself my semi nude condition?"

"By jove, you're a delight, Myrtle!" Prince Henry exclaimed, his shaft
leaping. "To remove your drawers and bare your pussy for me before I
get here, such warm and courteous affection! Such exquisite sentiment!
I vow it's almost enough to make a chap fetch off just thinking about
it!"

"I hope you won't do any such thing, my Prince," said Myrtle, "for I
long to feel the gush of your Royal essence inside me."

"You shall and more that once, I promise you!" said Prince Henry, his
hand right up between here bare thighs to clasp her dark curled pussy.

Myrtle's eyes were half closed in delight, and on her cheeks stood a
rose pink glow of high emotion, yet her hand found it's way slowly into
Prince Henry's lap under his frock coat until she could grasp his hard
upright cock through his trousers. An instant later she had unbuttoned
his trousers and had had his six inches of hard muscle clasped tightly
in her palm. "Oh, how it throbs!" she murmured. "Put it in me,
dearest."

"First I must salute your darling pussy with a kiss," replied the
Prince. He slipped from the sofa and dropped to his knees before her.
Her skirt and petticoats were tossed up above her waist, and he pressed
apart her knees until above her gartered stockings, her naked thighs
were revealed, round and smooth, right up to the paradise of delight
itself. Myrtle opened up her eyes wide to gaze at Prince Henry's intent
face, and observe how his attention was fixed entirely on her most
intimate part.

"Then kiss me," she suggested, opening her legs yet wider, so that the
plump lips of her dark hared pussy pouted open for his salutation. "You
are the darling of my heart, dearest Prince, and I yearn to feel the
strength of your manly cock up me."

At once the Prince ripped off his frock coat to let his rod of hard
flesh jut out from his gaping trousers hard as iron and thick enough to
make Myrtle sigh in anticipation of bliss yet to come.

"I am so very glad to renew my acquaintance with Lord Dickie, for I see
he is in a frolicsome mood," said she, making use of the nickname long
ago bestowed upon the Prince's cock by fond ladies who had made trial
of his ability to entertain them.

"And he is pleased and honoured to renew his intimacy with so amiable a
friend as lies now before him and awaits his entry," the Prince
riposted, matching Myrtle's courtesy with his own, "I saute her as the
Countess of Hornsey Rise, for the effect she has on Lord Dickie, and
with that he bowed his head slowly and pressed warm kisses on the plump
and ready pussy between Myrtle' splendid thighs."

Whilst he was pleasantly engaged in this, Myrtle pulled open her blouse 
out of her skirt and slipped from her shoulders the ribbon straps of
her chemise, so that she could pull down the front, until her titties
were laid entirely bare. Prince Henry straightened his back, his
salutation completed, and there met his eager gaze a vista of the most
delicious titties imaginable round and heavy, their delicate hue milk
white, tipped with crimson berries. He stared in speechless admiration,
his cock vibrating uncontrolled. In transports of bliss he flung
himself forward between those welcoming thighs, forcing them to open
more widely yet, giving him complete access to Myrtle's swelling Mount
of Venus, she at once fell back on the red plush sofa, and the head of
Prince Henry's shaft prodded the plump pussy lips that awaited him, in
a trice the head of his trembling shaft pushed between the pouting
lips. At the intimate touch, Myrtle shuddered as if she were already in
the throes of ecstasy, and she cried out in her delight. "Push in deep
my dearest one!"

"No sooner than done!" The Princely shaft probed deep in her heaving
belly, until it was quite swallowed up. Myrtle's feet lifted from the
floor and her uncovered legs thrashed the air in a paroxysm of passion

"My Prince there is no one like you!" she cried out. She was at the
very instant of coming, belly shaking and her breath fluttering in her
open mouth. The Prince grasped her big titties in his hands and rolled
them vigorously while he thrust in and out of her slippery pussy with
admirable strength. Myrtle uttered a loud shriek of bliss at the moment
of her coming off, and her pussy pulsated around the Prince's deeply
inserted cock.

He too was highly aroused by the forcefulness of his fucking and,
almost before he was aware of it, he gushed his essence up Myrtle's
pussy. She squealed, as if at the instant of swooning, and through the
shrill sound of her joy and the roaring in his ears of his own
overpowering sensations as his entire organism convulsed mightily in
ecstatic pleasure, Prince Henry was made aware of a loud and
belligerent male voice close at hand!

He turned his flushed face in the direction of the unwelcome intrusion,
and judge of the shock and horror that congealed the blood in his veins
and cut off short the jet of hot come spurting from his cock! There on
the carpet between sofa and door stood in a fit of rage none other that
Mr. Willoughby-Codrington himself!

With what possible words can a gentleman caught in the actual sensual
spasm with another gentleman's wife address himself to the aggrieved
husband? Especially when the aforesaid aggrieved person is shouting at
the top of his voice and threatening to take vengeance in the most
unpleasant ways imaginable?

Prince Henry thought the best course was to say nothing, but to raise
himself from between Myrtle's bare thighs and hastily tuck away his wet
and softening cock.

Close behind the red faced and almost apoplectic Willoughby-Codrington
stood, with mouths gaping open in astonishment and suppressed glee, the
butler with ginger whiskers who had shown the Prince up to the drawing
room on his arrival, and a sturdy footman. Evidently the infuriated
husband had guessed what sort of comedy was being staged on the sofa
and had taken care to bring his witnesses along with him.

The lady herself solved her own problem of being entrapped in so
shameful a position by giving a loud shriek of dismay before fainting
clean away at the sight of her furious husband's face. She lay pale
faced and slack on the sofa, her legs asprawl in a manner that exposed
shamelessly her wet lipped pussy and a dribble of his Princely come
hanging at the entrance if it. Her plump bare titties hung in plain
sight between the open sides of her blouse, in short, she presented so
very lubricous a sight to the onlooker that in spite of all the
embarrassment of the circumstances, Prince henry felt along his half
hard shaft tremors that confirmed his readiness even then to fall on
Myrtle again and give her another jolly good fucking.

Willoughby-Codrington pointed an accusing finger at his erring wife
whilst he addressed the two minions flanking him. "Look!" he commanded.
"Note well how my wife's clothing is in disarray, exposing her intimate
parts for her lover! Note too that he had exposed his person and
hastened to hide it away when he rose from his close embrace with her,
also some of his emission trickling from her ravaged person! There can
be not the slightest doubt what these two have been at together!"

When the butler and the footman had enjoyed a good look at Mrs.
Willoughby-Codrington's bared titties and pussy, they informed their
employer that they had taken due note, and were sent away. No sooner
was the drawing room door closed behind them than Willoughby-Codrington
addressed himself in the most brutal and insulting terms to Prince
Henry.

"You cad!" he cried. "You adulterous swine, you degenerate and ignoble
scion of a great house, you have betrayed me and debauched the wife of
my bosom! You shall pay for this!" Even in the agony of mind that
proceeds from being observed lying on a woman's belly with his cock
well up her and at the moment of fetching off, the Prince could not
help noticing that Willoughby-Codrington was not dressed suitably for a
day at the races.

Indeed he was wearing an ordinary frock coat and cravat and his highly
polished boots showed that he had not set foot outside the house that
day, for the streets were wet and dirty from overnight rain.

The Prince made no claim at all to having the officious type of mind
that enabled Mr. Sherlock Holmes to resolve the most baffling of
mysteries by the observation of clues left by those committing serious
offences and subsequent deduction therefrom. Nevertheless, he was able
to add two and two together and reach an answer that had some smack of
truth about it.

"Look here," he cried. "I will not be blackguarded by you or anyone
else! This is a put up job, you damned schemer, I was inveigled here
for the express purpose of being found by you in a compromising
position."

"Lies and deceits will not help you escape the consequence of your vile
action," said Willoughby-Codrington. "I wonder at the gall that enables
you to accuse me of duplicity when I am here the injured party, and you
are the defiler of the woman that I have cherished."

"You are a lying dog," said the Prince, "and your wife is no better
than a brazen strumpet!" So saying, he turned on his heel and landed a
smart smack on Myrtle's bare belly. She squealed and sat up quickly, to
turn down her skirts and hoist up her chemise. "As I thought!"
exclaimed Prince Henry, angrily. "You fell into no swoon, madam, this
is the merest play acting to take me in. But you have both failed in
your infamous plot, I am not deceived. I shall denounce this wicked
stratagem you have concocted between you!"

"And who will believe you?" Willoughby-Codrington asked with a sneer.
"I have two witnesses of good reputation who will swear they were with
me when I discovered you in an act of criminal adultery with my own
wedded wife. It will go very hard with you, for persons in your very
exalted position are required to set a good example to the populace.
The compensation awarded to me will be enormous." Prince Henry stared
in great dismay at Myrtle, seated on the sofa, hoping that some faint
trace of affection for him might yet undermine her evil husband's
plotting. She had professed a tender regard for him on several
occasions, mostly when she was about to come off under his
administrations, and some of it might perhaps be sincere. But Myrtle
refused to meet his eye, turning her face away from him.

In another moment she had risen from the sofa, holding with a firm hand
her white blouse closed over her titties, and walked quickly from the
room. The Prince saw when he had been well and truly caught, and with a
sign of resignation took a seat on the sofa Myrtle had just quitted.

"Very well Willoughby-Codrington," he said, how much will poking your
wife cost me? Let's drop the pretence and come to the point."

"Now you're being sensible," said his tormentor, "and between gentlemen
of good will things can be settled amicably. But first there is another
complaint I have against you, quite apart from having discovered you
dishonouring me this afternoon."

"Well?" the Prince asked, tight lipped, unable to accept the
description of gentlemen as applied to Willoughby-Codrington, and quite
certain there was no goodwill at all on either side in this unpleasant
negotiation.

"At Lord and Lady Belham's Ball for heir eldest daughter's birthday, I
am sure you remember the occasion Your Highness? On that occasion you
led my wife into a back room and committed an illegal act of
fornication with her. Leaning against a wall, I believe."

"Did I?" said the Prince. "And who will take your word for that?"

"Not mine," said Willoughby-Codrington, but I have been most suspicious
of the nature of the relations between you and my wife since the
evening you first came to my house and played at cards. For that
reason, I made a point of questioning the Belham servants. Three of
them have signed depositions to the effect that they saw you take Mrs.
Willoughby-Codrington into an empty room not in use for the ball, and
remain with her there for the space of about twenty minutes. One of
them, more impudent than the others, applied his eye to the keyhole and
witnessed you standing up close to Myrtle, her clothes around her waist
and the jerking movements of your loins making it quite clear enough
that you were fucking with her.

"This is flummery," said the Prince, "you have obtained false and
perjured statements by out and out bribery."

"How do you intend to prove that in a court of law?" asked the gloating
husband. "You must face the truth, Prince, your goose is cooked."

"Let's talk terms," Prince Henry offered. "How much?"

"Ten thousand pounds," said Willoughby-Codrington with bare faced
effrontery.

For some moments the Prince was struck dumb by the enormity of the
amount demanded in blackmail. As all the world knew, Her Majesty the
Queen was rich beyond the wildest dreams of envy, and her children
lived very well indeed, though none of them so lavishly as the Prince
of Wales with his expensive women. But alas, when it came to Her
Majesty's grandchildren, none had any more than free accommodation in
Buckingham Palace and a somewhat meagre allowance from their parents.

Prince Henry himself was in even worse a plight than his many cousins,
for after the untimely demise of his Papa the fortune that was rightly
his inheritance had been placed in trust until he should attain his
twenty fifth birthday, and his only income was the quarterly pittance
doled out to him by order of the hard faced trustees. Throughout the
West End of London there were tailors and wine merchants and purveyors
of fine cigars and other small necessities of a gentleman's existence
who were owed large sums of money by the Prince.

"This is preposterous!" he said, when he had recovered the power of
speech. "I have no such sum, nor can I obtain it."

"Come, come, Your Royal Highness, you are too modest in your assessment
of your position," said Willoughby-Codrington, with the oily smirk of a
man who knows he has the upper hand.

"What do you mean?"

"At least half a dozen lenders can be found who are prepared to advance
twice that much against Your Highness's note of hand, there is not the
least problem involved."

"Borrow against my future prospects, you mean?" the Prince said. "You
will beggar me for the rest of my life by compelling me to disperse my
inheritance before I ever receive it!"

"Not at all," said the vile Willoughby-Codrington, "there is a course
of action open to Your Highness which would at a blow make good any
depradations on your inheritance."

"What might that be?"

"Why marry a great heiress, of course. There are several on the
marriage market at present, I believe, the wealthiest of them being
Lady Lobelia Anstead, the daughter of the Marques of Circencester. It
is rumoured she has a fortune of some half a million pounds in her own
right, and there being no male heir, she stands to gain twice that much
again when in good time the Marques succumbs to the manifold disorders
that plague him."

"Lobelia Anstead!" exclaimed the Prince. "Have you seen her, man? She
is at least thirty years old and has a cast in one eye! And whether it
is the incompetence of her dressmaker or not I cannot tell, but there
is no visible sign of bosom on her chest whatsoever."

"Perhaps Prince's can afford to be finicky," observed the evil
Willoughby-Codrington. "Speaking as a mere commoner, given the chance,
I would wed her and fuck her by day and night for that much hard cash.
But Your Highness's arrangements are none of my business, only the ten
thousand pounds you owe me."

"And if I cannot pay it?"

"Then I shall commence an action at law for compensation from you for
the damage done to me by your acts of casual copulation with my wife.
No jury will award less than ten thousand pounds to a husband deprived
of his rights and bitterly injured by one of the Royal Blood. With a
top notch barrister to plead for me and a jury of Methodist minded
shopkeepers, the damages might even go as high as twenty five thousand
pounds."

"They can go to fifty thousand pounds for all the difference it makes,"
the Prince said sharply. "I am unable to pay, as well you know. You
will have your judgement against me, but no cash."

"Ah, but you are wrong there," Willoughby-Codrington told him slyly.
"If you are unable to pay, then I have the right to send the bailiffs
to seize your possessions. Do you suppose for a moment that your
revered Grand Mama, our beloved Queen Victoria, will countenance
bailiffs forcing their way into Buckingham Palace to carry off your
gold watch and clothes? It would be too, too shameful! She will pay the
amount to me on your behalf, to be rid of me. What form her displeasure
with you will subsequently take is a matter for you to consider."

"Damn you, Willoughby-Codrington, for a cheap conniving cur," said the
infuriated Prince.

"Conniving, if you please, but never cheap," said the other. "Are we
agreed? Shall I wait upon you at the Palace tomorrow or the next day
with a suitable money lender in tow, or must I call around to see my
solicitor and start proceedings?"

"It seems I have little choice in the matter," Prince Henry replied,
"but do not press me too closely, for your remarks on the subject of
Lobelia Anstead have started a train of thought in my mind. There is
another great heiress with a more pleasing person I am acquainted with,
if only I could be guaranteed a dowry large enough to pay you off and
leave something for me, no more talk of money lenders is needed."

"May I know which young lady Your Highness has in mind?"

"Miss Nelly Jorkins," the Prince answered, somewhat abashed."

"Good Lord, the daughter of Jeremiah Jorkins the millionaire brewery
proprietor!" exclaimed Willoughby-Codrington with a whistle of
surprise. Bit beneath the Royal Family, isn't she? Are you sure you
could get the Sovereign's consent? Because no marriage you contract
would be valid without it."

"Such matters are not for you to discuss," Prince Henry said haughtily.
"Suffice it to say I am in Her Majesty's favor, and if I inform her to
say I am deeply in love with Miss Jorkins, she will not prove
unsympathetic."

"You've more guile in you than I ever thought.," was the most imprudent
comment of Willoughby-Codrington. "To marry this girl into the Royal
House would be worth a cool million to Jorkins, you'll be set up for
life! If I had known, I'd have asked for more than ten thousand
pounds!"

"I need a little time," said the Prince, "dynastic unions are not
arranged overnight. Hold off a while with money lenders."

"I give you till the end of the month," Willoughby-Codrington said
shrewdly. "Two weeks is long enough for you to sound out Miss Nelly and
old man Jorkins and to have a cozy chat with our gracious Queen. On the
last day of the month I shall call on you at the Palace, to hear of
your progress and, if that is unsatisfactory, action will follow that
you will regret." Determined to subject himself to no more of this
insolence, Prince Henry snatched up his frock coat from where it had
been thrown down on the floor in the heat of fucking Myrtle, nodded
curtly to the blackmailer and strode from the room, wrestling his arms
into the sleeves as he went.

In truth, the Prince had not the slightest intention in the world of
proposing marriage to Miss Nelly Jorkins, or any other female. He had
met her, so much was correct, for she had been presented to him at a
charity ball. She was not unattractive, but in a common sort of way,
for all the money that her father had lavished upon her education. The
Prince had been minded to give her plump bottom a surreptitious
squeeze, and in suitable circumstances would have been prepared to
assault her virginal pussy with a hard cock stand. And relieve her of
her virginity. But that was decidedly all.

In actuality, his words to Willoughby-Codrington had been a ruse, no
more than that, to gain time. Prince Henry knew that he had no head for
money matters, and it was his intention now to seek advice, before
caving in to the monstrous demands of a low and menacing fellow. By
suggestion and deception he had one himself a good two weeks, until the
end of the month, in which length of time surely some tactic or plan
could be devised by those cleverer than himself to fend off Willoughby-
Codrington.

On his return to Buckingham Palace his first call was to his dear
Auntie Charlotte, for whose sharp mindedness in practical matters he
had a lively respect. He found her seated on a gilt and brocade
armchair in her drawing room, reading a novel by Mr. Willie Collins, a
writer held by many to be a deleterious influence on young minds, not
for his writings, but because of the gross irregularities of his
relations with various females.

Princess Charlotte rose to greet her favourite nephew with a smile of
pleasure, and when her maid withdrew from the room, they kissed
affectionately. "I am glad to see you," said the Princess, "sit down
and bring me up to date on your adventures with Prudence Frobisham and
whatever other obliging females you have poked recently."

"Alas," said Prince Henry, flinging himself into the nearest chair,
such news as I have is wholly bad, you cannot imagine what a pickle I
am in, dearest Auntie."

"How gloomy you are!" she cried. "Have you put Prudence in the Family
way?"

"Nothing so straight forward," said the Prince, with a frown of pure
dismay. With a merry laugh Charlotte threw all propriety and manners to
the winds by seating herself on the carpet at his feet, her arm resting
on his legs, her head leaning on her hand, while she smiled
comfortingly up into his face. "Come, come," she said, "there are a few
matters that cannot be settled with a little goodwill, or if that
fails, with guile."

To raise Prince Henry's spirits while they conversed together she
unbuttoned his tight waisted frock coat and laid her hand on the soft
bulge down his left trouser leg, to rub gently at it through the cloth.
"Lord Dickie has got you into trouble again," she said, quite certain
of her deduction, "and Heavens he is so abashed that he refuses to stir
for me! The problem must be very serious." Intrigued by this discovery,
a phenomenon she had never once before experienced with Prince Henry,
she undid his trousers to the limit and pulled up his shirt front,
extracting his cock from its place of concealment. The Prince sighed
softly to feel her handling of him, but his cock remained stubbornly
slack in her soft little palm.

"Darling Auntie," said he in a mournful voice, "I adore you mightily,
but such is my dejection that even your loving touch can bring no
relief. Unless you and I can think of a plot to save me, I am lost."
Whereupon, with no more ado, he set out for her the fearful
circumstances of his entrapment by Willoughby-Codrington whilst fucking
Myrtle, and the enormous sum demanded in extortion.

"Lord save us!" exclaimed Princess Charlotte. "I've heard of expensive
demerits, but at the rate demanded it comes to about two thousand
pounds a poke with Myrtle, assuming that you did her several times on
your first meeting. You have put yourself in the hands of an evil and
cunning person, I am afraid. It was only a try on, cheating at cards,
to discover how you would react to the larger threat." 

"I see that now," the Prince sighed, "but what shall I do?"

"This requires great thought," said Charlotte, "but have no fears,
dearest Henry, something can always be done." She spoke with such
confidence that Prince Henry's mind was greatly relieved. His mutinous
shaft began to relent and under his Aunt's expert stimulation, it soon
started to swell to its fullest size and thickness. As her hand passed
up and down its stiffening length, it trembled and shook to her
handling. The Prince opened his eyes and stared down with a slow smile
at his fondest possession.

The Princess was quick to take advantage of his condition of arousal,
her dainty white hand sliding on the newly engorged six inches in rapid
strokes. Now that the Prince's spirits had been raised up from the
depths of despair, a turbulent desire seized upon him. He gasped aloud,
his out spread legs twitched to the spasms of pleasure that shook his
body. There! Isn't that so much better? Asked Charlotte proudly. No
more gloom and misery, but little thrills of delight.

"Ah, you know me better than I know myself, Auntie," cried the Prince
in a rapid burst of speech as his cock bounded freely in her
manipulating grasp. Charlotte chuckled to see it hurl a raging white
flood of passion into the air.

"Well done henry!" she congratulated him. "A lovely spend!"

"Oh, Auntie!" Prince Henry panted, to the hot spurting of his creamy
sap.

"You'll feel mush better now," said Charlotte in her soothing voice.
"Give no further thought to your problem, leave it to me for a day or
two and I promise to find some means of extracting you from the
clutches of this despicable rotter."

Prince Henry's pale blue eyes were misty with deep emotion as Charlotte
wiped his belly with her own little handkerchief. "I trust you
completely," said he, in heartfelt gratitude he felt for no other
person on earth, "but even you cannot guess into what extremities of
foolhardiness I have let Lord Dickie lead me. At Belham's Ball last
week I fucked both daughters or as near as makes no matter, though I
was careful not to come inside them. But Lady Belham knows of this and
came to threaten me, whereupon I fear I threw her down and ravished
her."

"Great Scot!" his Auntie exclaimed. "This is really too much, Henry!
Lady Belham is a pleasant enough lady, but she is old enough to be your
mama. I can understand you giving her daughters a half poke, but why
her? Has she informed anyone of what you did to her, her husband, for
instance?"

"I think, probably not yet," said Prince Henry ruefully, "for no one
has come to horse whip me or prosecute me. Lady Belham left me in a
strange mood, outraged at her ravishment, and yet in some way honoured
at having had a Royal cock in her. Maybe she will weigh one against the
other and decide to do nothing."

"Dear Henry, ever the optimist!" said Charlotte. "I think it would be
sensible for me to make a point of visiting her for a prudent sounding
out of her intentions. You may leave that to me, though there may be
some question raised of compensation for hurt feelings."

"I have no intention of marrying either of her daughters," said the
Prince hastily, "do not let her entertain such foolish hope, I beg
you."

"Of course not, Henry my love. Leave things to me." Throughout this
conversation Princess Charlotte's dainty hand had been playing without
cease with the Prince's sticky ended but diminished cock, and by slow
stages she had teased it into a new stiffness. He, without being
entirely aware of his action for the anxieties that occupied his mind,
had undone a button or two on the bodice of Charlottes close fitting
frock and had slipped his hand down the front of her silk chemise to
fondle her soft titties.

"Since I have told you so much already," said he, "I might as well
complete my tale of woe, for there is more yet, Auntie, as a direct
result of my hot nature."

"I adore your hot nature," she replied, sliding her hand up and down 
his cock in the most affectionate manner, "what other catastrophe hangs
over you as a result of Lord Dickie's attentions to females better left
alone?"

"It's that bounder Frobisham," said the Prince, "he's been to see Grand
Mama and told her that I have rooted Prudence. I shall get into the
most awful trouble for that. What am I going to do?"

"Henry! You told me solemnly that you had not poked Prudence Frobisham,
and that she refused to let you!"

"And does so still," he answered with regret, "I have played with her
pussy, of course, and she has brought me off by hand a few times. When
I last saw her I went as far as to fetch off in her knot hole, being
forbidden to make use of her natural entry, but that's all. I have not
fucked Prudence I swear it!"

"Oh Henry, Henry, what predicaments you get yourself into!" cried
Charlotte in mock despair whilst she held his throbbing cock and
stroked it with tender fingers, "what am I to do with you, dear?"

"I will show you," said the Prince jauntily, and slid out of his chair
and down beside his laughing aunt on the carpet. In a trice he had her
skirts up to her waist and the opening of her fine drawers gaping wide
to expose her fair haired pussy. Charlotte raised her knees in a
gesture of invitation, and the Prince mounted her without delay. When
his belly was flat on hers, she guided the head of his standing cock to
her wet slit, and he pushed in.

"Oh bliss!" she exclaimed, as he sank in deep. With an arm around his
neck, she pulled his face down to hers and kissed his mouth. "Ah!" she
cried out as he rammed home until his curls were intertwined with hers.
"How I adore being poked!"

"And poked you shall be, poked to within an inch of your life, dearest
Auntie!" Prince Henry replied gallantly. Her legs crossed over his
back, pulling him closer yet to her heaving belly, and unwilling to lie
passive, she began to move beneath him in time to his poking, pushing
up her loins to meet his strokes.

Prince Henry's lust rose in a throbbing crescendo towards its peek,
whilst he gazed down with fondness at his dear Auntie's face so close
to his. How much more sensible it was to poke his doting female
relation than to risk all by fucking a married woman in her own drawing
room! Darling Charlotte would permit anything that took his fancy, she
would deny him entry to no part of her person, mouth, pussy, knothole,
titties, for his hard on shaft to ream and bedew with spurting sap.

Nevertheless, commonsense played no part at all in deciding who to fuck
and when. Only let him get his hand on a titty or a willing pussy and
his ardent nature allowed him no choice in the matter. Whatever the
risk to reputation, he would have his cock up any obliging pussy and
poke away like a good'un, come Hell or high water! The low cad,
Willoughby-Codrington, had guessed as much, and taken advantage of his
little weakness. Meanwhile, as he fucked away in Charlotte's hot and
wet pussy, her blue eyes set in a stare, her mouth opened wide to her
lascivious panting. Spasms of joy sped across her face, and her arms
and legs squeezed the Prince ever tighter to her palpitating bosom and
belly. Her climatic joy was quick to arrive, the velvet flesh of her
pussy grasped and milked his cock, and with a shriek of purest delight
she dissolved into sensual ecstasy.

Prince Henry fetched off instantly, spurting his hot essence into her
throbbing spasms, his mouth seeking hers in a kiss whereby their souls
were for a blissful moment exchanged. Gone now were his anxieties about
his perilous circumstances, dear Auntie Charlotte had assumed the
burden on his behalf. He had full confidence in her ability to get him
out of trouble.

CHAPTER 12
A Chink of Light In The Surrounding Gloom

When a day or two after the frightful embarrassment of being discovered
poking Myrtle Willoughby-Codrington by her husband, Prince Henry was
advised whilst he was changing for dinner that Lady Belham had come to
Buckingham Palace and was requesting a few minutes of his time. He was
by no means surprised.

Earlier that day the Prince had been informed by his Aunt Charlotte
that she had done Lady Belham the honour of calling on her at her
London house, and had a private interview on the subject of Her
Ladyship's recent adventures, for all who dare call a fucking by a
Prince of the Blood an ordeal? Together the two ladies discussed what
course of action Lady Belham was disposed to take.

She is, Princess Charlotte reported to her doting nephew, a truly
patriotic lady, and if handled correctly, will make no trouble. The
news brought a measure of relief to Prince Henry's mind, he seeing a
happy resolution here to one of the several ills that plagued him. Show
Lady Belham in here, said the Prince to his valet. Bilston raised an
eyebrow at the words, but went to carry out his master's instruction.
The Prince was at that very moment in his dressing room, standing
before a chervil glass while he tied his white bow tie. He was in shirt
sleeves and stocking feet, satin striped evening trousers suspended by
hand embroidered braces from his sturdy shoulders, though the fly
buttons as yet were unfastened.

Lady Belham entered and gasped in astonishment to observe the Prince's
state of informal undress. "Forgive me, dear Lady Belham," said Prince
Henry, casting a charming smile of welcome over his shoulder at her as
she stood transfixed just inside the closed door, "tonight we banquet
en familial in the state Dining Room, in honor of the King of the
Belgians, who is here visiting Grand Mama. She will not attend of
course, being a most determined recluse, and Uncle Teddy, the Prince of
Wales, will preside. I expect we shall all get roaring drunk."

"I must humbly ask your pardon for coming at so inconvenient a time,
Your Highness," Lady Belham stammered, overawed by the Prince's
gracious explanation. "I shall withdraw instantly and return on another
day."

"No, no," the Prince reassured her cheerfully, "I have almost half an
hour before dinner, that you are here signifies to me that what you
have to say is of the greatest importance to you. If you have no moral
objection to conversing whilst I complete dressing, I am entirely at
your disposal. Do take a chair."

Lady Belham seated herself on one of the handsome mahogany chairs
placed about the dressing room and folded her hands in her lap. She had
evidently left her cloak with Bilston before entering the room, and
presented herself to the Prince's view in the mirror wearing a full
skirted evening dress in blackest satin, cut low across her ample
bosom.

"What I have to convey to Your highness is not easy for any lady to
say," she began, somewhat abashed in tone. "It is this, in view of the
physical connection you forced upon me at our last meeting, there can
be no further question of you marrying my dear daughter Bettina. It
would be of the grossest of offenses against all the precepts of
religion, morality and decency to permit a man who has violated the
mother to violate the child, even within the bounds of matrimony. In
other circumstances I would insist on an early marriage, for you have
interfered with her, but as things stand, it is impossible."

"Quite right!" cried Prince Henry. "I salute your integrity and sense
of duty, dear Lady Belham! And I feel that there is due to you some
explanation of my conduct towards you, and the ravishing of your
person."

"There can be no excuse for the inexcusable!" Lady Belham exclaimed,
her plump face blushing a fiery red at the memory.

"With that I agree," said the Prince, "and I mean to make no excuse
only an explanation, no matter how inadequate."

"There is no need," said Her Ladyship, cheeks still scarlet.

"Even so," said Prince Henry, "I shall try, in some measure. As you can
imagine, though I am a bachelor I am not stinted for female company of
the most intimate kind, do forgive me if I speak somewhat more frankly
than is usual between gentlemen and ladies, but there is no other way
of it. I am not a frustrated person, sensually speaking."

"In view of your wanton defilement of my daughters I know you to be a
lecher," Lady Belham said faintly.

"Not a term I would employ to describe myself," Prince Henry said with
a smile, "though I confess to enjoying a regular poke with a variety of
friendly females. But we digress, to resume my account, on the day you
were here last, to berate me for my small lapse with Bettina, and with
Lucinda, though I repeat on my honor that both remain intact virgins."

"That at least is the truth," said Lady Belham unexpectedly, for I have
had their persons examined by the celebrated Sir Almeyer Boke, our
family physician, and he has informed me that neither girl has been
deflowered. "Thus I did assure myself that their marriage prospects are
undiminished."

"A prudent course," said the Prince, amazed at what he heard.

"You may continue, Your Highness," Lady Belham prompted him when he
remained silent for some moments, "I have not yet heard the reason why
you thought it necessary to ravish me on your sitting room carpet."

"Ah yes, that," said Prince Henry, somewhat off balance. "To give a
rational explanation is impossible. In an instant I was in the grip of
an overpowering urge, I could do no other than reach out for you and
bury my cock deep in your soft flesh."

So speaking, he turned away from the looking glass and faced her,
whereupon Lady Belham could see that his cock was hard on and exposed,
sticking shamelessly out of his open trousers. "You may observe for
yourself," said the Prince, "this is the effect you had on me then, and
again on me now. The cause of my manly stiffness lies in you, not in
me. The fault, if fault it to be, is not mine."

Lady Belham goggled round eyed and open mouthed at his cock and was
deprived of the power of articulate speech. The Prince made good his
advantage by approaching her across the room, and at last stood
directly before her, his cock twitching at the level of her face. She
would have risen from her chair, but he placed a firm hand on her
shoulder and pressed her down.

"I suppose you will deny it," said he lightly, "but in your heart,
dearest Lady Belham, you know that the true reason for your coming here
today is to renew your brief acquaintance with my cock."

"No!" she whispered, unable to look away from it.

"You may touch it," said the Prince, leaning forward with his hands
resting on her shoulders.

She gave a gasp which might betoken either outrage or delight, or even
both, and put forth both her hands to grasp at his hard swollen and
vastly powerful cock. Her lissome fingers ran down it from head to
root, and stroked the potent pompoms that hung beneath.

"They contain the royal sap," said Prince Henry, filled with lascivious
sensations by her touch, soon it shall spurt forth for you.

Another gasp from Lady Belham, and then she surprised him by bringing
the head of the Princely cock to her lips, pressing her mouth over it,
and touching her tongue to the tiny orifice through which the essence
was delivered in coming off. Prince Henry swayed a little on his
stockinged feet and there was a breathless catch in his voice when he
urged her to take his person completely into her mouth and suck at it.
As if in some sort of dream, she complied with these lewd suggestions,
and he reached down to force his hands into the bodice of her low cut
gown and grasp her soft white titties.

It is needless to say that never in her entire life had Lady Belham had
a manly cock before in her mouth! Nor ever in her wildest dreams had
such a fantasy occurred, if so proper a lady ever had sensual dreams.
Yet at the sight of a Princely cock it seemed that female modesty was
swept aside and prohibitions which Society imposes on its members were
abolished. As if she acted by instinct, Lady Belham applied her tongue
to Lord Dickies bare head, until the excitable part leaped and throbbed
like a wild thing! So delicious were the sensations that coursed
throughout the Prince Henry's body that he panted lustfully, his legs
shaking under him.

"Adorable Thelma!" he exclaimed, addressing Lady Belham by her
Christian name for the first time. "How superbly you suck a chap's
cock."

He leaned in closer to her to thrust Lord Dickie deeper into her mouth,
and a few more licks of her tongue brought him off in a raging flood
that squirted down her throat she started to gulp the plentiful liquid
that poured out of his swollen shaft. But the furious nature of the
Prince's sensual spasm appeared to bring Lady Belham back to a proper
sense of duty. Her face flushed crimson from throat to hairline, and
she pulled away from him, so that his wet cock was removed from her
mouth and left trembling in its final spurts. She gripped Prince
Henry's wrists and dragged his clutching hands by main force away from
her plump titties and right out of her dress. Before the Prince had
recovered sufficiently to take charge of the situation, she attacked
his moral character with bitter words, declaring that he was a depraved
monster of sensuality, and that he had defiled her by his vicious lust.

"But my dear good woman," he retorted lazily, "it was not I who forced
my shaft into your mouth. Of your own free will you laid hold of my
person and fetched me off, there is no purpose in complaining
otherwise. Admit it frankly, my Princely cock fascinates you." His
words silenced her for a while, and Prince Henry seized the opportunity
to gratify his passions further. Though it was impossible for his
reason to admit the fact, Lady Belham was closely associated in his
mind with his beloved Mama, being dearest female friend. Who can
certainly say what unlawful and shameful desires raged in the Prince's
secret heart, unknown to he himself? But he sank to his knees before
Lady Belham, his agile fingers finding and undoing the hooks and eyes
that held the bodice of her evening gown fast.

In a moment he had the sable satin stripped down to her waist, and was
staring as if mesmerized at her bare titties. Now it must be confessed
that Lady Belham, though a good and admirable person, was no longer in
the first flush of youth. To be clear about it, she had a daughter of
eighteen, and to be brutally precise in the matter, Lady Belham would
be forty years old at her next birthday. Her plump titties no longer
thrust their buds proudly upwards, in short, but for the support of her
stays under them they would have hung slackly down.

To the Prince in his heightened state of mind all this was nothing. He
seized upon Lady Belham's right titty with eager hands and sucked
greedily at its russet tip. "What are you doing?" she stammered,
astonished by this new approach to her person. It is perhaps
unnecessary here to record that Lady Belham, like many another lady of
her age and class, had never before in her life experienced the
sensations of her titties being sucked. As newborn babies her two
daughters had been entrusted to the care of the hired wet nurses, whose
bulging titties provided all the liquid nourishment that the infants
could imbibe. Never had it occurred to Lord Belham to do more than give
his wife's titties a quick feel before mounting her, as a true born
Englishman he would have thought it depraved and foreign to set his
lips to her generously sized titties.

"By jove!" sighed the Prince in delight as he switched over his sucking
from right to left titty.

"You are arousing curious emotions in me," Lady Belham said somewhat
faintly, her hands groping for Prince Henry's cock. It had grown stiff
again, and thrust brazenly out of his fully unbuttoned evening
trousers. It felt hot in her hand, strong and masterful, and her
resolve to remain chaste vanished as if it were morning mist
evaporating before the rising sun. Impatient to have his pleasure, the
Prince half rose from the floor to get his knees on the seat of the
chair on which Lady Belham sat, forcing her thighs together to
accommodate a knee on either side of her hips. It was the work of a
moment to push his belly close to her bare titties, his upright cock
between them. "I don't understand," she gasped, "what do you mean to
do?"

"To fuck your titties," Prince Henry said with a lewd grin, "sit still,
dear Thelma, whilst I fetch off between them."

Lady Belham gasped again, her amazement mounting, as Prince Henry
seized her ample titties and pressed their abundance of soft flesh
about his hard on shaft. With jerky movements of his loins, he thrust
quickly up and down within the warm voluptuous pouch they had formed.
Lady Belham stared up in wonder at his red flushed face. "But I've
never heard of such a thing!" she exclaimed. "This is perverted, to
make use of a female bosom so! Why must you do it?"

"The sight of your titties gives me such a hard on letch that I can't
help myself," the Prince sighed as he slid the swollen head of his cock
up and down Lady Belham's smooth skin.

"But what respect can you have for me, to make use of my body in this
way!" she gasped, feeling herself to be in the grip of sensations as
pleasing as they were unexpected, and unwelcome. She stared down at the
shiny purple head that popped in and out of the cleft between her
titties. "Enough your Highness, she said quickly, you have indulged
your strange lust quite far enough. Please desist now before an event
we would both regret takes place."

"Desist?" Prince Henry panted. "But I am at the very moment of
spending, I mean to shoot off between them!"

"Oh my God!" Lady Belham moaned, convinced at last that the Prince
proposed to subject her to this final infamy, or so she thought of it,
not guessing what other unfamiliar practices yet lurked in his lustful
mind. At the moment the Prince moaned in bliss, his surging cock slid
rapidly against Lady Belham's hot flesh, and she groaned to feel his
body shuddering as his sap came fountaining up hard between her plump
titties.

When his ecstasy was completed, he got down from the chair to hand her
a silk pocket handkerchief with which to wipe away the thick creamy
trickles that descended from her throat right down to her waist. This
done, she threw the handkerchief to the floor in high dudgeon.

With a voice choked with excessive emotion, her big bare bosom heaving,
the blush on her face extending down her neck to the deep valley
between her titties, she expressed her animosity in no uncertain terms.
She accused herself of gross dereliction of her duty to her husband and
her family, of spineless surrender to immoral and disgraceful emotions,
such emotions that every decent person suppressed rigorously. Prince
Henry listened in some private amusement to this long rigmarole,
wondering how it would end. He was quite certain now that Lady Belham
would never betray him, for he had correctly summed up her plight,
after almost twenty years of boring marriage to Belham she was
desperate for the piercing pleasure that the well wielded Princely cock
could induce in her.

Nevertheless, she rambled on with her self accusation for a long time,
imputing to herself a depravity as fearful as his own, in what she had
allowed her person to be used for his vile satisfaction in ways
shameful beyond anything that words could tell. Heaven would punish her
for these wicked lapses into such physical beastliness! "Steady on!"
said the Prince, thinking he had listened to quite enough of this
nonsense. "Clam yourself Thelma, Heaven will pay not the least
attention to our little frolic, you may take my word for it."

Argue as he might, he was unable to shift her from the fixed opinion
that she must be punished for her sin, for sin it was, she insisted, if
a married woman had the least sort of physical contact with the private
parts of anyone other than her husband, a thought which took the Prince
somewhat by surprise, in view of the sheer amount of fucking that went
on nightly and daily at the court, between ladies and gentlemen who
were most certainly not married to each other.

Into his mind there kept a pleasurable memory of his recent visit to St
Bride's Academy at Harpenden in Hertfordshire. Most vivid in his
thoughts was the remembered image of young Evadne bent over the sofa
arm in the headmistresses' study, her belly resting on it, with her
back bent and her rump raised up to be the highest part of her person.
She had been compelled to draw up her dress and reveal white drawers,
provocatively filled out by a soft and round young bottom.

Better still, Evadne had been ordered to prepare herself for her
punishment by untying the string of her drawers and pulling them down
her legs, until to the Prince's lewd gaze there were exposed her plump
white cheeks, bare as the palm of his hand! How his hard cock had
throbbed in his trousers at the sight how delicious the scene, and what
a jolly wheeze it would be to make Thelma Belham assume the same
undignified posture and slap her bottom!

"Heaven will not punish you," said the Prince gravely, "for I shall
myself do all that is required to expunge your guilt. We of the Royal
Blood have this ability as of right." At first Lady Belham seemed
exceedingly doubtful whether the Prince's proposition could be true.
When he explained further, she came to accept that royalty confers very
special privileges and the remission of guilt was in some mystical
manner one of them. She therefore objected no more when the Prince took
her by the hand, the undone bodice of her gown still hanging about her
waist to expose her titties, and led her from his dressing room into
his adjacent bedroom. Fully convinced that all was being done for her
benefit, as in a different sense perhaps it was, she allowed Prince
henry to do as he pleased with her. He arranged her to lie face down
over the side of the bed, her belly and upper body supported on it, her
legs dangling to the carpet floor.

Moving with deliberation, the Prince raised Lady Belham's evening gown
up over her hips until her broad bottom was wholly uncovered and a
large expanse of white linen drawers revealed to his gaze. He stood
close to her, reaching under her belly to find the bow knot that held
her draw string, and in a moment he had her undergarment undone and
down her legs, to expose the big round cheeks of her posterior naked to
his eager gaze.

The well known, though somewhat indecent lines of verse of the bad Lord
Byron sprang to the Prince's lips, and he murmured them aloud, for his
own pleasure rather than his companion's:

"O, whatsoever name she bear,
No graces, no celestial nymphs,
Can grant to me a sight more fair,
Of paradise a clearer glimpse!"

The swollen head of Prince Henry's cock stuck out of his open trousers,
nodding up and down when he positioned himself behind her. Her broad
bottom was a vision of sensuality that affected him very strongly, far
more so than he had ever expected. He stood as if entranced, staring at
her soft fleshed cheeks, his mind a huge turbulent whirlpool of
unintelligible and unacceptable and impermissible thoughts.

He had no ruler to hand, as at St Bride's, no handy cane or other
implement of chastisement to use on the bare bottom that lay before
him. Nor did he want any such artificial aid between himself and his
victim, he had a raging desire to feel the hot sting of bare palm on
bare bum!

He raised his arm and swung it down briskly at his fleshy target,
landing his open hand on her waiting cheek with a smart smack. Lady
Belham quivered and uttered a sob, whereupon the Prince gave her five
more sharp slaps. "Six of the best," he said in a shaking and uncertain
voice, for his emotions were raging out of control, "your wrongdoing is
all forgiven, Dear Thelma."

His staunchly distended cock was throbbing furiously and not far off
flicking out it's creamy sap. Prince Henry stretched out a trembling
hand towards Lady Belham's rump, delighted to see how the spanking had
reddened her pale skin. He could feel the heat he had induced in her
posterior by his smacking. He slid his palm over her cheeks, and ran
his fingertip down the long crease between them, until he was touching
the soft lips of her pussy. Lady Belham uttered a sighing moan and
shook fearfully. She informed the Prince in a broken voice that he was
too merciful, and that the mild chastisement he had dealt her was
inadequate to take away her sense of guilt at having allowed him to
insert his person in her mouth and then in her bosom. She implored him
anxiously to punish her severely

"It shall be as you wish," he replied in a quavering voice, feeling his
legs turn weak under him as his lustful nature took the upper hand
without resistance. He ran his shaking fingertips up and down the deep
furrow between the red blushing cheeks of Lady Belham's rump, and she
sighed and sobbed almost as if he were inflicting the cruelest of
punishment upon her. She gave a shrill cry when his probing fingers
touched the split in her fat and hairy mound and pleaded with him to
treat her harshly.

Prince Henry was so far gone in strange and forbidden emotion that he
scarcely knew what he was doing. He moved in closer, to stand between
her splayed legs, then brought his cock right up to the mark. Lady
Belham groaned deeply to feel it pushing at her pussy, and then with a
sharp shove the Prince had sheathed himself in her to the limit. When 
he lay forward over her back, she shivered under him as if gripped by a
fever. He felt beneath her to get hold of her slack titties and held
them like handles as he rocked himself back and forth. He came off
almost immediately, before he had made even a dozen strokes, and gushed
his furious lust up her, gasping out "Mama, Mama!" incoherently. Lady
Belham screamed aloud and writhed so franticly under him that he almost
tipped off, and only remained in the saddle by dint of his firm grip on
her titties.

He lay over her back totally exhausted from the release of his pent up
desire into her sucking pussy he felt his cock slowly shrinking and
then it feel out altogether. He lay there for a while and listened to
her still softly moaning, he slowly got up and looked down at her pussy
it was still gaping from the onslaught of his actions, he could see a
trickle of his come dribbling out of her open pussy, the sight of so
erotic to him that he felt his shaft starting to rise again. He started
to slide it around her wet pussy until it became fully distended again,
one good push put it back into the depths of her belly again, she
started to groan again from the renewed onslaught that his hard cock
was renewing inside her again. He started to feel the beginnings of an
another organism again and slipped his wet cock out of her well used
cunt and moved it up to her knot hole, when she realized his intentions
she started to get up in fear but he forced her back down onto her
belly again. One good push and his distended cock forced it's way fully
into her rear aperture she started to shudder and moan as he quickened
his pace, all of a sudden she started to scream in total pleasure from
her new experience and came as she had never before thumping her fists
into the bed.

His throbbing shaft was in the very throes of discharging his creamy
essence into her clinging rear hole, when the Prince heard, to his
annoyance, a throat being cleared deferentially behind him. He glanced
over his shoulder, the spasms of fetching off still shaking him, to
observe his valet Bilston standing there trying to attract his
attention.

"If Your Royal Highness will excuse me," said the valet in a polite
manner.

"Damn your eyes, Bilston, what is it?" the Prince panted.

"Does Your Highness plan to fuck Her Ladyship much longer?" asked the
valet. The time is twenty minutes past seven o' clock and only ten
minutes remain now for me to wash the royal parts after their usage,
and finish the dressing of Your Highness, if you are not to be late for
dinner. Five minutes, said the Prince, now go away, confound you.

Lady Belham, still trembling lusciously under him in the after throes
of coming off, the Prince murmured a most sincere apology for the
interruption, and gave her to understand that she could return to be
fucked at any time the urge made itself felt in her pussy, for he was
ever ready to oblige so charming a lady and so close a friend of his
dearest Mama.

With her well poked pussy and knot hole wiped dry, and her drawers
pulled up, Lady Belham departed content. The Prince's heart was so much
lighter now he had given her a poke, for he knew now that she was
devoted to his interests and would never reveal what she knew, not even
if he fucked both her daughters on the same day and made their little
bellies swell.

Nor would it be any hardship to give Lady Belham her proper due
whenever she came for it. Middle aged though she was, there was
something about her that brought the Prince's cock up hard and made him
frantic to come off in her. He could not for the life of him understand
it, and resolved to consult his aunt, when time allowed, to see if she
had any thoughts on it.

CHAPTER 13
A Cad is Brought to Book

When Prince Henry reported to his beloved Auntie on how he had handled
Lady Belham, she complimented him on his prowess with females, and
rejoiced that one problem had been resolved. They discussed how to
tackle the matter of Willoughby-Codrington and his infamous threats,
and Princess Charlotte advised that the key to it was Captain Jerrold
Bolsover.

The Prince could not see this himself, and so she enlightened him.
Jerrold had been hand in glove with Codders from the start, so much was
obvious. If he could be made to admit that it was he who inveigled the
Prince into the card sharper's clutches, his testimony would damn them
both forever. The question was how to make Jerrold confess? But what of
Willoughby-Codrington's discovery of me fucking Myrtle? Asked the
Prince. That seems to be a separate matter from cheating at cards, and
I do not see how to get around it.

"Leave that for now," said Charlotte, "when we have Codders on the run
over the card sharping, we can no doubt come to some sort of
arrangement with fat titted Myrtle to withdraw support from her
husband's accusation. He will be a ruined man, and you have a
persuasive shaft, dearest Henry. Let us for now think of how to
discommode Jerrold Bolsover. What secret pleasure has he of late
indulged in, do you know of anything?" The Prince racked his brains in
vain, but could not recall anything of interest apart from the visit to
St Bride's Academy in Harpenden, when Jerrold had accompanied him. The
pleasure of the visit had been wholly the Prince's on that occasion,
unless Jerrold had contrived to fuck one of the school-marms unknown.
Under skilful questioning by Charlotte, the Prince related his
adventures with the two young ladies at the school, how he had a good
feel of both, and had poked the headmistress.

"Naughty boy!" cried Auntie. "But the situation is perfect, I see how
we may trap Jerrold! Listen to me carefully, darling Henry, and commit
my words to memory." She unfolded her stratagem, and in accordance with
it, Prince Henry journeyed two days later by railway train to the
county of Hertfordshire once more, with Jerrold in attendance. As the
Patron of St Bride's Academy, the Prince explained, he had some matters
of important school business to discuss.

While the unsuspecting Jerrold Bolsover was conducted about another
part of the educational establishment, the Prince sat in Lady Penelope
Birch's sitting room, a glass of old Madeira in his hand, whilst he set
forth the main purpose of his visit, apart, he hastened to say, from
the pleasure of renewing his acquaintance with Her Ladyship. She
listened closely to what he said, nodding a time or two in agreement
and sympathy.

"Well," he asked, when the plan of campaign devised by his dear Auntie
was fully exposed. "Can we bring it off between us, do you think?"

"I am sure of it," Lady Birch replied. "I warrant my fullest support."

"And Deirdre Massingham is she to be relied on to behave as required of
her?" the Prince enquired.

"Most assuredly, Your Highness, you may have no doubt on that score. In
the two weeks that have passed since you graciously honoured this seat
of learning with your Royal presence, I have diligently carried out
your instructions regarding Deirdre. She has not been punished by
having her bottom beaten, but each evening at bedtime she reports to me
here in this room, ready for bed in her nightclothes."

"Excellent," said the Prince, feeling his cock astir in his trousers,
as it started to grow hard.

"I instruct her to remove her dressing gown," Lady Birch went on,
favouring the Prince with a genial smile of understanding, for her
shrewd eyes had observed the movement within his tight fitting
trousers, and to seat herself on the sofa beside me, with her nightgown
drawn up to her waist. "Whereupon I pass my hand between her thighs and
finger her pussy until I bring her off, then before dismissing her back
to bed, I inform her this is a warning that she is not to touch her own
female parts."

"Exactly as I proposed!" Prince Henry exclaimed, his face a light pink
as his emotions rose. "Is the lesson taking effect, do you think?"

"On the first evening Deirdre was slightly resentful, I fear, and not
inclined to accept her fate with good grace," said Lady Birch. "It was
needed almost to force my fingers up her pussy and fetch her off
without an ounce of willingness on her part. But that changed after a
few nights, I am pleased to say. After all, I have a lifetime of
experience with girls of her age and I flatter myself I know better how
to pleasure them than an unskilled young friend of their own age
fumbling in the dark."

"I had occasion to observe your superlative skill with young pussies
when we brought Deirdre off jointly on my last visit to your superb
Academy," said the Prince with a smile.

"An interesting experiment that, Your Highness," Lady Birch agreed, "I
would not be adverse to repeating it, if it pleased you to do so. The
girl handles well."

"In due course," Prince Henry conceded, his cock shaking in his
trousers at the thought, "but what in the meantime? Is your purpose
achieved? Suffice it to say that by the end of a week our dear Deirdre
had lost all reluctance, and spread her legs wide for me before even I
had told her to do so."

"Evidently she likes what you do to her," the Prince observed with a
chuckle.

"No doubt of that Your Highness," Lady Birch agreed, "now we are two
weeks on, the darling girl responds to my touch on her pussy with every
symptom of bliss. She throws her arm about my neck and hugs herself
against me when the sensual spasm begins to overtake her. For the last
two evenings I have fetched her off twice instead of the prescribed
once, and she come off as hard the second time as the first."

"Then we have achieved our goal," said Prince Henry, "in that she no
longer abuses her own private parts."

"She goes up to bed fully played out," Lady Birch assured him with a
pleasant smile. "You may take my word that she lacks all energy and
desire to have Evadne or any other girl join her in bed for mutual
fingering, being good for nothing when I am done with her, but to fall
asleep."

"How can we be certain of this?" asked the Prince, not quite convinced
that even the female orgasm twice repeated would be sufficient to
subdue the natural desires of many a young lady.

"I have taken steps to find out," said Lady Birch. "After she leaves me
I allow fifteen or twenty minutes to pass, then with every possible
caution I go up to the dormitory where Deirdre sleeps. In the dark I go
in utter silence down between the rows of beds, taking note of who lies
in each."

"And your investigations have been entirely satisfactory as to
Deirdre's behaviour, dear Lady Penelope?"

"Entirely, Your Highness. Deirdre has been in her own bed and alone,
every time, her sweet girlish breathing indicating that she is deep in
refreshing slumber."

"And Evadne I have forgotten her surname, whom I had the greatest
pleasure of seeing you spank? What of her? Has she also reformed her
ways?"

"Alas I regret to inform Your Highness that she has not. Now she is no
longer welcome in Deirdre's bed, the minx has sought consolation
elsewhere. In the past week alone I have found her in bed with three
different girls, and the soft moans and sighs left me in no doubt as to
what they were doing to each other under the bedclothes."

"A hot natured young lady, this Evadne," mused the Prince. "I take it
that you have punished her on each occasion?"

"Why no, not once," said Lady Birch, surprising him, "I have been most
careful not to be observed as I move silently through the dormitory,
seeing who is with whom. Evadne is not the only one who seeks out
sensual pleasure at bedtime, there are four girls in her dormitory who
do it to each other, seemingly on a turn about basis. With a problem of
this magnitude, I considered it best to say and do nothing until I
should have an opportunity of consulting Your Highness. As Patron of St
Brides you will surly have views on the best course of action."

"Indeed I do!" Prince Henry exclaimed. "And we shall discuss my views
later today. For now, the most urgent thing is to put my scheme for
Captain Bolsover into action."

"So we shall without further delay," Lady Birch said.

"Then I am in your capable hands," said he, standing up to leave her.

"Not yet, but you can be whenever you wish," she replied, her
fingertips running over the long bulge visible in his trousers as he
passed close by where she was seated.

The Prince found Jerrold in the dining room, where he was in discussion
with a plump school mistress who was overseeing the pupils taking their
luncheon. The fare set before them appeared plain but wholesome, being
boiled mutton with caper sauce, and the aroma reminded the Prince that
he was hungry. That however could wait awhile, there were far more
important matters to be resolved first.

"Jerrold," said he to the Captain, "it is my intention now to discuss
with this lady questions of nourishment and healthiness in the Academy
pupils. Meanwhile, the headmistress is about to discipline a young lady
who has broken the rules, I think that you should observe this process,
and report to me later on how efficacious you consider it to be." The
Captain assented and went off to find Lady Birch's study, whilst the
Prince seated himself at the long table and engaged the teacher in
charge in idle conversation. He let only a few minutes elapse before he
was up and away, back in the direction he had come, to see how his
stratagem would work out.

Undignified in the extreme though it might be considered to be, in the
passage outside Lady Birch's room the Prince glanced over his shoulder
to see that he was alone, then went down on one knee and placed his eye
to the keyhole. The key had been removed by Lady Birch, so that nothing
should hinder His Highness's view, and he had a clear sight of the room
beyond.

A familiar scene met his eye, Deirdre Massingham, the well made and
pink complexioned seventeen year old he had fingered, bent over the
sofa arm in the position for chastisement. Evidently Lady Birch had
explained to her the plan that was afoot, and the girl's part in it. A
little sigh of pleasure rose to the Prince's lips when he saw Deirdre
raise her clothes and present her rump in close fitting white drawers
to the general view.

Jerrold Bolsover was standing alongside Lady Birch, his eyes bulging
from his flushed face, as well they might, for at the very instant
Deirdre put her hands underneath her girlish belly and untied the
string of her drawers, in a trice Lady Birch pulled them down her
thighs, so baring the soft round cheeks of Deirdre's bottom.

It was impossible for the Prince to hear what Lady Birch was saying to
Captain Bolsover through the thick oak door, but he guessed it to be
the rigmarole about banning the use of straps, canes, or birches to
punish young ladies, for fear of damaging the delicate white skin of
their bums. To illustrate her point she found it necessary to pass her
hand over Deirdre's maidenly cheeks a time or two, and the effect on
the gallant Captain at her side was galvanising! He twitched all over,
and thrust a hand into his trouser pocket, and it was obvious to the
Prince that he was trying to control the leaping of his cock.

In another moment Lady Birch fetched the flat wooden ruler from her
desk and showed it to the Captain, holding it close up to his face. She
seemed a keen judge of gentlemen and their sensual weaknesses, for the
Prince's amusement, Jerrold with a shaking hand pressed the very
ordinary schoolroom ruler to his lips and kissed it. This he did with
as much fervor as if he were kissing not an inanimate object but
Deirdre's charming white bum itself!

As for Deirdre, the darling girl had been tutored well by her
headmistress in the part she must play in this little comedy. Prince
Henry drew in his breath sharply and clutched at his own jerking shaft
through his trousers to hold it still, when down on Deirdre's rump
descended the rule with a loud smack that penetrated to him even
through the door. Deirdre squirmed and shook, very probably sobbed, and
in her agony allowed her legs to become parted widely, until her dark
hared young pussy was fully revealed to Captain Bolsover.

At a sound behind him, Prince Henry rose quickly to his feet and
concealed himself in the cloak room to his right, leaving the door open
just a crack. It was one of the Academy servants, a woman in a brown
frock and a long white apron, and she too was a part of the plot. She
tapped on Lady Birch's door, not opening it to go in, but calling
through it that Her Ladyship's presence was most urgently required in
the kitchens, where the most awkward accident had occurred. The Prince
pushed the cloak room door silently shut so as not to be seen, and he
heard the servant and Lady Birch go past him in some haste. When he was
sure they were clear of the passage he left the cloak room, to resume
his position with his eye to the keyhole of the sitting room door.

Deirdre was still across the sofa arm with her clothes around her
waist, having been told by the headmistress to remain so, her
punishment not yet being complete. There were four reddish streaks
across her soft white bottom, and Captain Bolsover was standing behind
her as if turned to a statue. A hand was laid lightly on the Prince's
shoulder, making him start and look around it was Lady Birch, who had
tiptoed back down the passage. Seen from below, her prominent bosom
seemed to be thrust out like a balcony on a public building. "Well,"
she whispered, "has he risen to the bait?" The Prince looked through
the keyhole again. Jerrold had not moved, but stood with his mouth
hanging slackly open, his fiery gaze intent upon the crease between
Deirdre's bottom cheeks and the virginal pussy lips below.

"Let me see," the headmistress urged, and Prince Henry moved aside to
surrender his place at the keyhole to her.

"It is a matter of keen regret to me," the Prince observed in a low
voice, "but it would appear that Captain Bolsover is more timid that
would be expected of a military man. With all his heart he yearns to
touch Deirdre's pussy, but he fears too much the consequences. Yet I
have heard tales about him from someone I trust implicitly, that
indicated his susceptibility to female parts and his enthusiasm for
poking. Confound it, I fear that our little plot has miscarried."

The trusted friend from whom the Prince had heard accounts of Jerrold's
lewd nature was, need it be said, his lovely aunt, the Princess
Charlotte, but it was unthinkable to mention her name to another person
in connection with sensual romps. His Princely sense of humour had been
particularly tickled by Charlotte's tale of an idea she had one spring
morning, riding in Hyde Park with Jerrold as escort.

Turning her mount aside from the path and halting beneath a stand of
trees, she informed the Captain that she believed that her saddle girth
had worked loose. At once he dismounted to see to it, and she, sitting
side saddle as was seemly, told him to put his hand up her riding skirt
and see what he felt. His face turned a fiery red, but he durst not
disobey her, and soon his hand was on her thigh. Higher yet, she urged,
and gave him no peace until his hand was fully within her drawers and
rested on her pouting pussy.

Princess Charlotte smiled graciously down at Jerrold while he fingered
her, and commanded him to show her his cock. it was, naturally, hard on
when he took it out of his riding breeches, and her next instruction to
the astonished Captain was that he should press it closely against her
shinny black riding boot. What he was doing was concealed from the
other early morning riders along the path because he was standing on
the other side of the Princess's horse. Soon enough, matters fell out
exactly as she thought they would, the sliding motion of Jerrold's
shaft on the smooth leather of her boot brought on a tremendous
emission, which sent his sap spurting as high as her knee.

On another occasion, at the Savoy theatre, finding herself to be
uninterested in Mr. Gilbert and Mr. Sullivan's Ruddigore, the Princess
had whiled away the time until the interval by making Jerrold stand
beside her chair. The privacy of the Royal Box was ideal for her
purpose, and except for her lady in Waiting, who was well versed in the
Princess's lewd ways, there was no one else present.

Without a word, Charlotte calmly unbuttoned Jerrold's evening trousers
and felt his shaft until it stiffened, whereupon she played with it
until he shook from head to foot and on the verge of coming off. At
which she had replaced the throbbing cock in his trousers and fastened
his buttons. Her Lady in Waiting, the Hon. Mrs. Jemima Treadwell, knew
how to play her part in the prank, and reached forward from where she
sat behind Princess Charlotte to thrust the end of her closed fan
sharply between the cheeks of Jerrold's bottom, through his trousers.

The swift and totally unexpected stimulation of his bung hole was too
much for the gallant Captain, he fetched off instantly in his trousers,
gasping and twitching, to the great amusement of the two ladies.

"Ah - not so fast," said Lady Birch to Prince Henry, in some
excitement. "Your Highness's plan may yet prove successful, for even
now Captain Bolsover is fetching out his shaft, and my word, what a
whopper!"

"Let me see!" the Prince exclaimed. He pushed aside the headmistress in
order to apply his eye to the keyhole. He saw at once she had spoken no
more than the truth. Jerrold had undone his trousers and held his hard
cock in his hand, his burning eyes never turning away from Deirdre's
girlish bare bottom that lay exposed and vulnerable before him. Not
without a touch of jealousy did the Prince note that Lady Birch had not
much overstated the case in describing Jerrold's implement as a
whopper.

To his eye it looked thick, and the Prince understood why his darling
Auntie had taken so much pleasure in teasing it to emission in odd
places and by odd methods. To his recollection she admitted to having
had it up her no more than two or three times, but she never once had
mentioned to him its remarkable size. Not that it mattered, for that
very shaft was about to be Jerrold Bolsover's downfall!

"Well?" whispered Lady Birch, close to the Prince's ear. "It is going
as you wish, will he ravish Deirdre, do you think?" She was kneeling
very near Prince Henry, her side against his, and even as he became
aware of her proximity. He felt her hand insinuate itself inside his
frock coat and glide over the front of his trousers, where his cock
stood stiffly upright.

"I hope so," he murmured back, "but as yet he shows no sign of shoving
it up her."

"Let me look, Your Highness," she pleaded, "just a glimpse, I promise
to keep you fully informed of what he does."

The Prince moved his head aside to permit the headmistress access to
the keyhole. Her hand remained on the bulge in his trousers, sliding
slowly up and down in a most pleasing manner. It seemed no more than
common courtesy for the Prince to burrow a hand under the hem of her
frock at the back, and slide it up between her legs, until he had in
the rear opening of her drawers. He gave the plump cheeks there a
friendly squeeze, and rubbed his fingertip over her knot hole a time or
two, before feeling forward between her parted thighs until he was able
to reach her pussy and play with it.

"Lord what a fearful long time Captain Bolsover does to make up his
mind whether or not to poke little Deirdre," she murmured to the
Prince. "He stands there still, cock in hand, staring at her
posterior!"

"The poor girl must be wondering what on earth is happening, for she
has been told to brace herself for the first touch of his cock against
her pussy, and scream loudly before he can ram it in. damn and blast
the fellow for a timid rabbit!" exclaimed Prince Henry in a low voice.
"How can he bear to stand over a young pussy with a cock and do
nothing!"

"Ah, he has reached a conclusion at last!" said Lady Birch,
satisfaction in her voice. "Look, Your Highness!" She surrendered the
keyhole to the Prince, who observed that Jerrold had approached closer
to Deirdre's rump, the end of his hard cock only an inch or two distant
from it. He was rubbing up and down his cock with frantic speed, his
knees shaking and his face scarlet.

"By Jove!" Prince Henry cried. "He's going to bring himself off by
hand!"

"He is a poltroon!" said Lady Birch. His courage has failed him. But
for our purpose what he is doing will suffice, for as soon as he comes
off we can brand him a ravisher, and Deirdre will confirm the
accusation. So saying, she slid her hot hand over the Prince's
trousered cock in a gesture arousing enough to make him think he might
yet come himself just as soon as Jerrold.

"When shall we go in and confront him?" the Prince enquired in a
quavering tone. "Now - or let him fetch off?"

"At the very moment of his emission, I propose," replied Lady Birch.
"If I may look for an instant, Your Highness?" The Prince allowed her
to take his place at the keyhole, his hand clenched tightly between her
legs, on her warm and hairy pussy. His emotions at that very moment
were so excessive it would have required very little more to provoke
him into throwing the headmistress down on the broad of her back and
fuck her furiously to a fetch off - and letting Jerrold go hang!
Happily Lady Birch was made of sterner stuff. No sooner was her eye at
the useful keyhole than she uttered an exclamation of triumph and leapt
to her feet.

"The tallow is split!" said she. "Quickly now, Your Highness we have
him!" She threw open the door to her sitting room and strode in, as if
unaware of the little comedy taking place over the sofa arm. Prince
Henry stood up and followed her in, then was stopped in his tracks by
the piercing shriek of fraudulent dismay that she gave voice to, when
her eyes lighted upon Jerrold and Deirdre.

The Prince strove to keep his face straight, and it was not easy, for
the scene before him was extremely comical. Jerrold's cock was spurting
thick white cream in leaping gushes to the rapid manipulation of his
hand, his profuse offering splashing between the lily white cheeks of
Deirdre's naked bum, as if he were firing a pistol at a target. It slid
down her deep crease, to spread over her sparsely haired and virginal
pussy and wet the pouting lips. Given her cue by Lady Birch's outcry,
Deirdre set up a horrified wailing, as if truly ravished.

"Look, look!" cried the headmistress, her voice trembling in pretended
outrage. "He has violated her!" Jerrold had swung around at the first
shriek, face red and jaw hanging, fear and dread dawning in his eyes.
"Captain Bolsover is Your Highness's responsibility," said the
headmistress briskly. "I must take care of this poor ravished girl."

She hastened to Deirdre, wiped away the long trickles of male emission
with a handkerchief taken from out of her sleeve, and pulled up the now
sobbing girl's drawers to cover her bottom. Soon the pair of them were
seated together, Deirdre held the headmistress's arms to be comforted,
her tear streaked face a veritable picture of pathos and misery. If
Prince Henry had not known it to be a sham, he would have been deceived
by the acting ability of the two females.

But more of that later. More immediately he had the delicious task of
denouncing the crestfallen and shamefaced Jerrold, and of administering
summary justice. "You may cover up your person," said the Prince,
speaking in a doom laden voice. "It is offensive to these ladies, and
to me. What have you to say for yourself?" The Captain was dumbstruck
by the turn of fortune. "Are you aware that the young lady you have
ravished is none other than the youngest daughter of General
Massingham, of the foot Guard?" Prince Henry demanded. "What do you
suppose that he will do when the news of this vile act comes to his
ears?"

With his cock hidden away in his trousers, Jerrold regained a fraction
of his self possession, and the use of his voice. "Your Highness," said
he with a voice tinged with guilt, "I did not ravish the young lady, I
give you my word as a gentleman."

"Gentleman is it?" cried the Prince, feigning high dudgeon. "Explain to
me, if you can, why the young lady's private parts were soaked in your
beastly emission? Lying will not aid your case, Jerrold, the simple
truth is that you were ravishing her and pulled out when Lady Birch
came into the room. There is no point in either of us saying more."

"I shall send to Harpenden for Dr Trotworth to come at once," said Lady
Birch on the sofa, addressing her remark to no one in particular. "This
poor child may have been injured and maimed for life by the insertion
of the monstrous male organ it was my ill fortune to observe! May the
good Lord protect her from the infamy of being in the family way by its
vile emission!"

"Return to London at once, Jerrold," the Prince commanded in his
sternest voice. "I shall return later, after I have heard the outcome
of Dr Trotworth's examination of your victim. This is a police matter,
you realise, it will be damned difficult to hush it up."

"No lasting harm has been done to the girl," Jerrold said. "All that
transpired was that in a moment of folly I came off on her backside.
Perhaps it was a silly thing to do, but it's hardly a major crime."

"Every word you say plunges you deeper into disgrace," Prince Henry
replied. "When your victim recovers somewhat, I have not the least
doubt she will testify to being ravished horribly by you. Get out of my
sight, sir, for you have brought shame upon the Royal Family you serve
by your turpitude!"

Without another word Captain Bolsover turned on his heel and strode
from the room, slamming the door behind him. "Excellent," said the
Prince to the two females on the sofa. "A truly magnificent
performance! Your outrage was convincing beyond anything I have seen on
the stage, dear Lady Penelope, and your utter misery, Deirdre, was
superb!"

"Thank you Your Highness," said Deirdre, smiling at him, "it is a great
honour to have been a service to you."

"Well said, Deirdre," Lady Birch praised her pupil, "and if I may say
so Your Highness, my own sentiments are just the same. There can be no
higher good than to be of personal service to a member of the Royal
line."

"Quite so," the Prince agreed, taking a seat on the sofa, on the other
side of Deirdre from Lady Birch, "and whilst we speak of personal
service, there is something further you are both in a position to
oblige me with."

"Most certainly," said the headmistress, "we know perfectly well how we
can oblige Your Highness, do we not, Deirdre?"

"Yes Lady Penelope," said that young lady with a charming trace of pink
coming to her pretty face as she raised her dress front, for Her
Ladyship to undo the string of her drawers and pull them down, baring
to the Prince's sight her charming young belly and thighs.

Prince Henry heaved a gentle sigh and moved a little closer to her
along the sofa, to procure a closer view of the brown haired and
virginal pussy between Deirdre's white thighs. Before he could speak
the words of compliment that rose to his lips, Lady Penelope slid her
fingers up the inside of Deirdre's thigh, from her stocking top right
up to the tender skin next to the small triangle of nut brown curls
adorning her lovely mound. "Observe Your Highness," said she in a husky
voice, "dearest Deirdre has become very greedy for the touch of fingers
on her sweet little pussy, she is so addicted to the delights of the
sensual spasm that she cannot go for more than an hour or two without
it. Is that not so, minx?"

While she was speaking, Lady Penelope had slid her lascivious middle
finger into Deirdre's pink slit, causing the girls soft belly to twitch
to darts of sensation that shot through her. "Oh Your Royal Highness," 
Deirdre sighed, "I am most deeply in your debt and know how to thank
you, for it was you who ordered me to be punished by dear Lady Penelope
at bedtime each evening. And at first I misunderstood, thinking you
intended to deprive me of the pleasure of playing with Evadne, and
other of my friends."

"Her words were interspersed with little sighs of delight as her
tutor's fingers continued their lewd work in her pussy. But soon I came
to realise what profound ecstasy was mine at the hand of Lady Penelope.
The little spasms I used to enjoy in Evadne's arms were as nothing to
the overwhelming delight I now became accustomed to, here on this very
sofa!"

"I am most pleased to hear it," said Prince Henry, staring in bliss at
the arousing sight of Deirdre's pussy being ravished skilfully by the
older woman's fingers. It went without saying that the Princely shaft
was standing stiff as a poker, so swollen and strong that it could be
ignored no longer. He unbuttoned his frock coat and waistcoat, and
slipped a hand down the front of his trousers, to take hold of his
throbbing part and bit it to be patient a while.

"You have a great treat in store, Deirdre," murmured Lady Penelope to
her pupil, and all the time her fingers never once ceased their play
between the girl's thighs, fluttering at her hidden bud, and agitating
it until the moment Deirdre gasped as she came off, and collapsed
limply in the headmistress's arms.

"Well done!" cried the Prince. "Well done, Lady Penelope, never have I
seen a girl brought off more skillfully! When our dear little Deirdre
recovers, we shall repeat the performance.

"That will be but a moment," said Lady Penelope, "for Deirdre has the
resilience of extreme youth and will be ready for more in less than
five minutes."

"I am ready now," said the girl, her face a pretty rose pink from the
emotions of coming off. "If you will permit me, Your Highness?" At his
gracious nod, she slipped from the sofa to her knees before him, and he
parted his legs to accommodate her. She displayed a precocity beyond
her years and experience in neatly undoing his trouser buttons and
easing his hard cock out of his trousers. Her dainty little hand played
along its length in caresses so delightful that Prince Henry felt that
he was about to expire in lascivious sensation.

"Maintain a good steady rhythm," Lady Penelope advised her, "not too
fast, or it will be all over in moments, yet not too slow, or you will
never bring a gentleman to the boil." Prince Henry was staring into
Deirdre's face, on which there was a look of vast concentration as she
manipulated his hard cock, her lips a little parted, her bright brown
eyes downcast into his lap. His loins jerked, and a sudden ejaculation
of his virile essence poured forth over her hand. She giggled to see it
and continued to manipulate his gushing cock till he had no more to
give her.

"Are you satisfied Your Highness?" she asked when the final drop hung
trembling from the tip of his cock.

"For the moment," he replied, with a charming smile, "but as soon as I
have my breath back I shall fuck dear Lady Penelope, and you may watch
and learn how it is done."

CHAPTER 14
A Staunch Ally in Times of Trouble

At half past nine o'clock on the morning after his visit to St Bride's
Academy, Prince Henry sent for Captain Jerrold Bolsover and had his
revenge. "It's all up with you, Jerrold," said he coldly, "the best I
could do was to persuade Lady Birch to stay her hand for twenty four
hours, whilst your victim was treated overnight for shock in the school
sick bay. She undertook to wait until midday for a telegram from me
confirming that I made you aware of the extreme gravity of your
situation. After that she will send for the most senior policeman at
Harpenden, to report the matter."

"But this is ridiculous," Jerrold exclaimed, "I could be sent to prison
for a silly prank! I beg Your Highness to help me!"

"If your innocent victim had been a nobody, off spring of a small
shopkeeper or the like, then twenty guineas to her parent would have
settled the matter, the Prince observed, and even if she had been the
daughter of a wealthy sort of the middling classes, the offer of
marriage would have caused the affair to be dropped. The police would
have been willing to take no more action if the father made no
complaint. But you were damn fool enough to choose a young woman of
good family for your vicious pleasure. It seems unavoidable that any
judge in the land will take a serious view of the ravishing of a
general's daughter."

"Oh my God!" Jerrold moaned, his hands clasped together and his face
working furiously.

"If your thoughts had turned to Maker yesterday when you were left
alone with the girl," said the Prince piously, "then none of this would
have occurred. Instead of poking a helpless girl, you would have knelt
in prayer beside her, and kept your lustful gaze away from her
uncovered female parts."

"How could I have been so stupid!" the Captain cried out in despair.
"To have risked everything for the sake of a quick fetch off with a
schoolgirl!"

"It is my opinion," said Prince Henry, "that you will serve at least
two years in prison, at hard labour. Worse than that, no one will ever
speak to you again after you are released. You will be driven away to
live abroad for the rest of your life. Was it worth it?"

"But I give you my solemn word, Your Highness," Jerrold said in a
piteous tone of voice. "I did not touch the girl! My cock was never
closer to her person than six inches. All I did was to fetch off by
hand over her backside. She is a virgin still, the doctor will testify
to it!"

"It's no good trying to deceive me, Jerrold," the Prince said with some
asperity, "Miss Massingham is no longer a virgin."

This the Prince knew with complete certainty, and he knew it from his
personal experience. After Jerrold had been sent away from the
headmistress's study, and Deirdre had demonstrated to the Prince her
patriotism by bringing him off by hand, and when he had fucked Lady
Penelope, his thoughts had turned back from the headmistress to her
pupil.

Deirdre was sprawled on the sofa, clothes up about her belly, to permit
the Prince sitting beside her to have a good feel of her pouting pussy.
Meantime, plump and lascivious Penelope, on his other side, reached
over his hip and manipulated his cock to make it stand up hard again.
In this delightful position the Prince's emotions became so excessive
that he was unable to deny himself the pleasure of having sweet young
Deirdre.

He shifted his position and parted her quivering thighs wider yet so
that he could kneel between them. She gazed up at him in a state of
delightful anticipation, her face blushing a pretty pink in accordance
with her frame of mind. Her titties rose and fell under her clothes to
her excited breathing. The sight of an unbroached maiden, laid bare
before him for his attentions, drove the Prince almost frantic with
lust, to the point where wild horses could not have dragged him away
from her.

Lady Penelope saw how it was with him, and boldly encouraged his
intent. "Poke her Your Highness," she murmured, "push your cock up her,
she is waiting for it!"

The Prince brought his cock up to the mark with a trembling hand,
presenting the head to the lips of Deirdre's virginal pussy. A long
shudder of delight passed through the girl's body at the touch of the
Royal part between her legs. "Do not hurt me too much," she whispered
with a loving smile. She threw her arms around his neck and drew his
mouth down to hers, thrusting her tongue into his with wild abandon,
and at the same time raising up her bottom to meet his cock. With a
smile of encouragement Prince Henry placed a hand under her bottom to
hold her in place, his other hand keeping his cock straight to the
mark.

"Do me, I beg you," Deirdre whispered, her eyes half closed coyly. A
vigorous push forced the head of the Prince's stiff cock into her about
an inch, right up against the delicate hymeneal membrane of her
maidenhood. Cross your legs around my back, dearest one, he panted.

Without hesitation, her girlish thighs twined around him in a frenzy of
determination to have him up her. The Prince held her tightly and
shoved in ruthlessly, Deirdre uttered the faintest of shrieks, and the
deed was done! The Princely cock had overcome all natural obstacles and
throbbed deep inside her.

Prince Henry remained still for some moments, allowing her to become
accustomed to the feel of a hard cock in her. "Bravely done!" exclaimed
Lady Penelope, who had been taking a keen interest in the proceedings."
Her hand lay between Prince Henry's thighs from behind, feeling where
his cock was sunk into Deirdre. With a skillful fingertip she tickled
his pompoms and the root of his cock, and then the wide parted lips of
Deirdre's occupied split.

"You are a woman now, Deirdre," said the headmistress, busy with her
manual exploration of the conjoined parts of the young couple, a girl
no more, but a woman who knows the divine feel of a stiff male organ in
her pussy! By then the Prince was made aware of the gentle contractions
of Deirdre's sensual sheath on his shaft. The sensation was too
delicious to ignore, and he began to fuck her very slowly and
carefully, not wishing to cause her discomfort. She sighed and trembled
beneath him, and it was well apparent to him that her own lustful
nature was working in his favor, causing her juices to flow, making her
pussy slippery and prepared for fucking.

He speeded his stroke, and Deirdre's blissful sighs mingled with his
own. Five more thrusts would secure for him, and also perhaps for her,
the supreme joy of coming off! At this exact moment of the Prince's
pleasure, when he could feel the cream starting its runway journey up
his fast plunging shaft, Lady Penelope grasped at his balls and she
exclaimed, "Pull out! You must not put her in pod, Your Highness, or I
shall be blamed by her parents! Pull out quick!"

Prince Henry pulled back his shaft quickly, right out of dear Deirdre's
wet pussy, and in the very same instant Lady Penelope thrust a probing
finger into his arsehole to finish him off. He shrieked aloud at the
sensations that raged through his body with the force of a lightning
flash in a thunder storm, and the sticky essence of his Royal manhood
squirted out over Deirdre's belly, splashing her from her belly button
up to her titties.

"The fact of the matter is, Jerrold," said the Prince to his former
companion, "Miss Massingham was examined thoroughly by a doctor brought
in from Harpenden, and he can testify in a court of law, if it comes to
that, that she had within the last hour or so been deprived of her
maidenhead. Why will you try to keep up this ridiculous pretence that
you did not pierce her, when the victim herself, Lady Birch, and the
doctor are agreed that your shaft was well and truly up her, and you
pulled out only to come off?"

"Ah, I begin to see daylight now," said Jerrold, who was far cleverer
than the Prince. "If it comes to that, you said. So it need not come to
that, I deduce. What do you want me to do to avoid disgrace?"

"Very naturally, Lady Birch does not wish to submit the girl to the
fearful ordeal of appearing in a witness box against you, and both are
reluctant to call me in as a witness, in view of my exalted position,"
said Prince Henry, sticking to his plan as long as he could. "To
obviate scandal, the ravishment may go unreported to the authorities
and to the victim's parents, if a satisfactory agreement can be
reached."

"Well then, I see I have fallen into a cunning trap," Jerrold commented
bitterly. "Who devised it? Not you, that's sure."

"There is a certain strange justice in this matter of traps," the
Prince replied, his smile cold and disdainful as he stared at the
Captain, "you took me to meet a friend of yours and play at cards, I
recall, with consequences very unfavorable to me."

"Now I understand," said Jerrold, his face twisted in bitter humor.
"You want to do Willoughby-Codrington down."

"What I require from you is a written and signed statement that you
were in collusion with Willoughby-Codrington to cheat me," said the
Prince, "that he paid you for a betrayal of your duty to me, that the
fellow is a cunning and notorious card sharp who has ruined many, In
short I want a document that will finish him if it is ever made
public."

"But it will finish me too!" cried Jerrold in dismay.

"Not so," said the Prince, "for the use I shall make of it is to keep
Willoughby-Codrington in check by menaces. Once I have your sworn
statement in my hands, you are free to go, Jerrold. You will resign
your appointment here in the Royal Household, of course, but what you
do after that is entirely up to you."

"I shall rejoin my regiment in Bengal," said the Captain, his mind
feverishly at work on his future plans. "When I came away from the
regiment the Colonel's daughter was only twelve years old, but now she
is of marriageable age. She holds the key to my future career in the
Army. She shall be mine, even if she turns out to be as ugly as sin now
she's grown up. I can get all the poking I want with the native women."

"I wish you well," said Prince Henry, amused by the plan.

"My confession shall be in your hands within the hour," said Jerrold.
"By the end of the week I shall have sailed for India, and you will see
me no more."

"That is most satisfactory," the Prince replied, "put in the names of
all the gentlemen that you know Willoughby-Codrington has ruined by his
crooked card games. I intend to put the wind up that sticky fingered
rascal."

Indeed, the day so far had proved so very satisfactory to the Prince
that he was in a mood to try his luck further and see if the first
steps could be taken to deal with yet another of his enemies, namely
Lord Frobisham. In spite of Lady Dumbridge's careful warning that
Frobisham had carried his evil tale to Her Majesty the Queen, no word
had yet reached Prince Henry that his dear Grand Mama wished to see
him. This silence was greatly unnerving. It could mean either that Her
Majesty disbelieved Frobisham's report of her youngest and favorite
grandson committing adultery with Lady Frobisham, or it could mean that
Her Majesty was so very shocked by what she had been told that she was
not yet in a proper state of mind to confront him with the accusation
and tell him of the penalty he must pay for gross immorality.

That notwithstanding, Prince Henry's dear Aunt Charlotte had formed a
plan to counter Frobisham's vicious spite, and it was to further this
scheme that the Prince sent a message in utter confidence to Lady
Dumbridge by the hand of his trusty valet Bilston, asking her to
receive him privately that very afternoon. On his arrival Lady
Dumbridge was waiting for him in a casual dress. Are you sure that busy
body valet of yours is not listening out side, said Lady Dumbridge,
sounding displeased. When he brought your message this morning I
couldn't look him in the eye, I guessed what he was thinking about me,
it was shame making!

"Don't give it a thought," the Prince advised, "Bilston is only a
servant and its not his station in life to judge the doings of his
betters, certainly not titled ladies.

"The fellow's eyes were like coals of fire," said the lady by way of
detailed complaint, "I could feel how they burnt through my clothes to
examine my person, and I blushed scarlet!"

"Confound the wretch!" Prince Henry exclaimed. "How dare he for an
instant let his base thoughts stray to Your Ladyship's pussy! Oh, but
he shall pay dearly for his low class impudence, believe me, pay in
blood and lost skin!"

"What?" said Lady Dumbridge. "Surely you cannot mean to say that you
beat your valet!"

"We have an arrangement, the Prince informed her, he wishes to retain
his post, and therefore whenever he annoys me by more than normal
maladroitness, instead of being dismissed from my service, he submits
of his own free will to a sound thrashing. This is quite satisfactory
to both of us, I desiring to escape the nuisance of breaking in a new
valet, and he anxious not to be turned out in the street without a
reference."

"Heavens!" cried Lady Dumbridge. "The more I learn of Your Highness's
private domestic arrangements, the more astounded I become! Who
administers the thrashing? A footman, I suppose. Have you ever been
present when the valet is chastised?"

"You mistake me," said Prince Henry, "if you think I defer to another
lackey the administration of justice in my household. I give Bilston a
sound birching with my own hand, so that we both of us know the reason
why and testify to its effectiveness."

In the course of this curious conversation Lady Dumbridge had resumed
her seat on an armchair to one side of the fireplace. She sat straight
backed and upright, as she had been trained as a young girl to do, but
Prince Henry leaned over her to stroke her face and press her gently
backwards in the chair until her head lay against the high back, and
she was at a pleasant ease.

Expecting no visitors that day before dinner, she was dressed
informally, in a white blouse with a large bow at the throat, and a
dark skirt, belted closely at the waist. The cut of her blouse was also
close, so that her heavy titties were prominent under the clinging
silk. Prince Henry's cock stood ready in his trousers at full stretch
as he gazed down on those lovely orbs and pictured to himself their
milk white skin.

Nothing prevented him from accomplishing the lewd purpose for which he
had come to Her Ladyship's home. He knelt silently at her feet, pulled
apart the bow at her throat and opened her blouse, pressing down the
front of her chemise to allow him to lift her plump titties out and
suck them in turn. Lady Dumbridge sighed in joyful anticipation and
slid down a little in her chair.

"Tell me more of this remarkable arrangement with your valet, if you
please," said she, for I have never heard anything like it in High
Society. "When I was a child, I sometimes observed my grandmother, Lady
Armshaw, box the ears of a chambermaid if she dropped something, but
dearest grand mama was of the old school, her tastes and habits were
formed during Regency Times, when manners were somewhat less polished
than now."

The Prince removed his tongue from the russet berries of her titties
and kneaded them boldly in his hands while he obliged her curiosity.
"There is little enough to tell," he said softly, his hard cock
throbbing expectantly in his trousers. "When Bilston has incurred my
wrath, I instruct him to procure a bundle of birch twigs from the
purveyors of these useful implements to schools. Then in the privacy of
my dressing room he drops his trousers, kneels in front of a chair, and
raises his shirt tail behind to uncover his backside. He's a sturdy
enough rascal, over fed for his position in life, with a broad and
fleshy bottom." With a hand that shook a little from the strength of
emotion, Prince Henry raised Lady Dumbridge's skirt in front till he
had a full view of her legs, encased in pink silk stockings. Above the
knee her thighs filled out her white linen drawers, and he could not
forbear stroking them.

"Continue Your Highness," she murmured weakly, but whether she meant he
should continue with his caress or with his story, was unclear.

In the event, he continued with both, feeling into the slit of her
drawers to touch her pussy, whilst relating yet more of his private
transactions with the valet. "When he is thus prepared to punishment,"
said Prince Henry, "I order him to beg my pardon for offending me. This
he does most piteously, for he knows I lay on with a strong arm.
'Behave yourself like a man, Bilston,' I tell him, 'for if you play the
coward your chastisement shall be doubled.' And with that I lay into
his bare bum with the birch, until it is finely streaked with thin red
lines, and Bilston is writhing in agony."

"Great God," Lady Dumbridge moaned, her legs stretched out in the
lewdest possible way for the Prince to titillate fully her very wet and
open pussy.

"When I've finished with him, his posterior is a burning red from waist
to halfway down his thighs," the Prince said softly, "and he has barely
sufficient strength to stand. I warn him to take the punishment to
heart and mend his ways in the future, for I shall be much harder on
him if there is further occasion for a birching. He staggers away to
his bed, for I allow him an hour off to recover."

Unable to contain any longer his mounting desires, the Prince untied
the string of Lady Dumbridge's drawers to lay bare her plump belly. He
pressed his cheek to that wealth of soft flesh, then rained hot kisses
on it, his fingers ever busy within the moist and fleshy lips of her
pussy, where her sensual button stood firm and swollen.

"I have heard it said," she panted, "that a whipping has the effect on
males of arousing their carnal desires, but I cannot say surely if this
is true or not. Has your valet ever evinced any such signs of
involuntary arousal when you have chastised him for his errors?"

"Every time without fail," the Prince replied, "and comical indeed I
find it! Before I have laid the birch across his rear more than two or
three times, I see his cock sticking out under his shirt, hard as iron!
I did not comprehend at first the significance of this, and took it for
low class impudence. Later I had the useful notion of inquiring into
the matter, my personal physician, Sir Alfred Loudwater, proved to be
most enlightening."

As the Prince continued to play with Lady Dumbridge, he noted the rapid
rise and fall of her bare belly as her moment approached nearer.

"The next time that I subjected Bilston to the discipline of the
birch," said Prince Henry, "I understood from Sir Alfred's explanation
that the sting of the whipping formed a strong and irresistible
stimulus to the nervous system. After a couple of dozen strokes of the
birch, the sufferer is so aroused that he hopes the thrashing will
continue until he fetches off."

"Oh, oh," Lady Dumbridge gasped out as a climax of sensation began to
envelope her senses.

"The trick I have discovered is to thrash the rogue until he is on the
brink of coming off," said the Prince, "and then stop short and command
him to pull up his clothes and go away." That is a torment worse even
than the beating itself, for as you are aware, it is a quarter of a
mile through Buckingham Palace to the servant's quarters. Bilston must
of necessity stagger this distance with his shirt tail sticking to his
bloodied backside, before he can cast himself down on his bed and with
trousers agape relive his frustration with a quick fetch off.

Shaking in the throes of her own upper class coming off, Lady Dumbridge
slid her bottom forward on the chair, so bringing her palpitating pussy
closer to the Prince. He at once ripped open his trouser buttons and
let Lord Dickie spring out, hard and throbbing. Still manipulating Lady
Dumbridge's wet bud with his right index finger, he took hold of his
manly cock in his other hand, guiding it between the open lips of her
pussy. A single push embedded him deep in her slit, which even then
still palpitated in the throes of its coming off. Eight or nine short
quick jabs brought him to the bliss of spending, whilst Her Ladyship
returned thrust for thrust.

"Arethusa!" he gasped. "This is for you!" With that he poured hi
lustful tribute into her in gushing pride, whilst her plump backside
wriggled joyfully on the chair she sat in, till all was done and they
fell silent. When Lady Dumbridge was in a fit state for conversation
again the Prince led her across the drawing room to where they could be
seated side by side on a sofa. With gracious condescension he held her
hand fondly in his while he raised an important and necessary topic, as
he had been carefully instructed to do so by his beloved Auntie.

"You were so very kind to come to my bedchamber recently," he began,
"to bring me warning of the despicable machinations of that bounder
Frobisham. I bless the day, since it was then that our close friendship
commenced."

"Indeed it was," she agreed with an affectionate glance, "for after I
had held your manly person over the chamber pot, I was wax in Your
Highness's hands. You know you may take me and do what you please with
me, whenever you choose."

"How very delightful," Prince Henry murmured gratefully, "but at
present, dearest Arethusa, I am oppressed by a sense of ill fortune
hanging over my head. In short, Her Majesty the Queen has not yet sent
for me to refute Frobisham's lies. I regret it must be so, but I have
no choice but to beg for your aid."

"Assure me that Lord Frobisham's accusations are indeed lies, and I
will do anything you ask," said the doting Lady.

"I give you my solemn word," the Prince said firmly, looking directly
into her eyes, "I have not fucked Prudence Frobisham, and her husband
is a lying cur to suggest otherwise. She is a true loyal wife to him,
but he is unfaithful to her."

"He is notorious for it," said Lady Dumbridge."

"Quite so. Let me explain my purpose, Arethusa. Ungallant it may sound,
but I can see no other way of exposing Frobisham in Her Majesty's eyes,
so that she comes to see the worthlessness of his accusations. It is my
intent to ask a number of Court Ladies who have been deeply insulted by
Frobisham's disgraceful advances towards them, unpardonable assaults on
their virtue, to carry their complaints about him to Her Majesty. This
calls for an uncommon degree of self-sacrifice, I fully realize but it
is only by his innocent victims speaking out bravely that the monster
may be stopped in his vicious career."

"Lord Above!" exclaimed Lady Dumbridge. "You are asking more than
perhaps you know! Her Majesty frowns so severely on the least hint of
sexual irregularity that few dare to approach her on the matter."

"I know that very well," Prince Henry assured her, and there is a way,
trust me. But first, dear one, can you bring yourself to tell me of the
occasion when Frobisham put his hands on your person?"

"How do you know of that?" cried Her ladyship.

"Frobisham boasted of it to his wife, along with others of his many
infidelities. And Prudence Frobisham related it to me when she sought
my advice on how to counter her husband's lies and calumny."

"The man is a beast!" said Lady Dumbridge, displeased that the secret
of her molestation had come out.

"Then we must hunt him down as a beast and dispatch him," the Prince
cried, "before he does more mischief."

"The occasion to which you refer Your Highness, causes me to blush even
to recall it. But for your sake I will overcome the feeling of
detestation that arises in my bosom and tell all."

"Bravo!" cried Prince Henry. "Frobisham shall be repaid!"

"The place in which I was forced to undergo the degradation of Lord
Frobisham's interference was, but words almost fail me! There was the
insult to myself and my virtue, and over and above that there was
something almost akin to treason, as you will see," Lady Dumbridge
began.

"Treason? An act injurious to Her Majesty? But how so?"

"The degrading events I am about to relate to your Highness happened on
a morning when I was in attendance upon Her Majesty," said Lady
Dumbridge, who was encouraged to tell all by Prince Henry's keen
interest. "I was in the little writing room adjacent to the pink
drawing room, where the queen was in discussion with the Lady in
Waiting of the day. I was seated at the desk, making out a list of
forthcoming birthdays for Her Majesty's attention, when in marched Lord
Frobisham upon some trumpery errand. He handed to me a written
memorandum for the Lady in Waiting to peruse, and then it occurred!"

"In the room next to Grand Mama?" the Prince exclaimed. "By George, I
can hardly think the cad dared! What did he do?"

"I had risen from my chair to speak to him," Lady Dumbridge continued
in a faltering voice, "when to my great astonishment he slipped around
behind me and pushed his hands into my armpits. With the advantage of
his weight he forced me up on my toes, my bosom thrust forward, then
changed his grip and had me quite helpless. I strove with all my might
to free myself as he then with lewd fingers began to unbutton and
loosen the bodice of my frock, but in a trice he had it open and only a
simple chemise lay between his hands and my bare bosom!"

"Great Scot! What a damnable thing, and right next door to Her
Majesty's room, you say?"

"I desired with all my heart to cry out and summon a footman to my
assistance," said Lady Dumbridge, her cheeks scarlet, "but if our
gracious Queen had heard my outcry and looked in to see the cause, oh,
the shame and disgrace of seeing my bare bosom being handled by Lord
Frobisham! It would have been too much for her to bear at her age, and
her very life might have been imperiled! So I bit back my shriek and
endured the worst."

"The worst?" asked Prince Henry. "You don't mean to say that he
actually poked you?"

"He thrust his hand insolently down my chemise and ran it over my bare
bosom," said the blushing lady, "and I could do nothing to prevent him.
He stood very close behind me, and to my horror I soon discerned the
hardness of a male cock pressed against me in a manner which modesty
forbids me to describe."

"Try for my sake," the Prince cajoled her. In a voice so weak and faint
that she seemed on the point of expiring, Lady Dumbridge explained that
Frobisham had laid his upright shaft against the back of her frock
where it covered the crease between the cheeks of her bottom. "What a
bounder the chap is!" cried the Prince. "At least it was inside his
trousers and you had the thickness of all your petticoats between it
and your actual flesh."

"Not for long," Lady Dumbridge whispered, "for his nature was quickly
aroused to a bestial deed, he opened his trousers and exposed his
person. Not that I could see it, Heaven be praised, being in front of
him, but he hoisted up my frock and I could scarce forbear to scream
when I felt his hot and vile flesh being pressed to my thigh, through
the leg of my drawers."

"He ravished you?" the Prince demanded, amazed by what she was telling
him. "I thought from what I heard that the extent of his wickedness was
to feel your titties. But go on, do!"

"He would have ravished me, there is no doubt of that," Lady Dumbridge
replied, "but the depravity of his own nature was too much for his
intention. Before he could bring his part close to my person to violate
my honor, an involuntary emission burst forth and he soaked the leg of
my drawers."

"Gracious Heaven!" exclaimed Prince Henry. "Did the bounder have the
decency to apologize?"

"Far from it, Your Highness. I felt him wipe his spent cock on my
petticoat, and as he put it away in his trousers, he had the
impertinence to address me in the coarsest of language."

"What did he say, dear Arethusa? Tell me!"

"He had the gross bad taste to inform me that he came looking for me in
hope of a poke, but that a fetch off on my drawers would do him for
now," answered the red flushed Lady.

"I am dumbfounded to hear of your dreadful ordeal," commented Prince
Henry, though if the whole truth were known his manly shaft was in a
condition of stiffness as the result of the tale he had heard. "You
must be brave, my dearest, and stand up for truth and justice,
whereupon Frobisham will be paid out in full for his vicious assault on
your lovely person. You may leave it in my hands to arrange the
details."

"How thoughtful you are," murmured Lady Dumbridge, pleased to hear the
Prince's confident words, and to feel his hand sliding up her leg under
her skirt." To pay Lord Frobisham back for interfering with me, I will
gladly confirm what I have told you to whomever you decide."

"Then we've got the cad," said Prince Henry, his eager hand between the
Lady's parted thighs. With his other hand he gently pressed her down to
lie at full length on the sofa. It was the work of a moment to raise
her clothes up to her hips and extract his stiff cock from his
trousers.

"But what are you doing, Your Highness?" Lady Dumbridge asked him shyly
as he made his dispositions upon her body.

"To hear of your brutal treatment by Frobisham has stirred up my
curiosity," the Prince replied, "and has given me the oddest letch to
come off in your pretty drawers, to see how it feels. Lie still,
Arethusa."

The lustful deed was swiftly done, and the Royal sap spilled. When
afterwards the Prince surveyed the result of his handiwork as it might
be properly designated, for a rhythmic movement of his clasped hand had
brought on the pleasing spasm, to observe the wet and sticky patch that
soaked through Lady Dumbridge's undergarment to moisten her
aristocratic belly, had a profound effect on the Prince's perfervid
imagination, making his cock stand hard again. "I've done it in your
drawers," he sighed hotly, "and can say that the sensation was pleasing
enough in its way."

"But?" inquired her Ladyship. Her question was swiftly answered, and
without the benefit of words, for Prince Henry's lascivious nature
constrained him to push his new risen cock stand deep into her slippery
pussy and fuck her anew.

CHAPTER 15
Honor and Virtue Vindicated

Prince Henry was so delighted by the successful outcome of his dear
Auntie's stratagem to extricate him from his several grave and urgent
problems that he woke early in the morning, his mind set on acquainting
her with the details, and his resolve would brook no further delay. As
he became fully conscious and aware of his surroundings, the Prince
found that his nightshirt was raised to his belly button and a hand was
at work in the bed, a hand that was stealthily manipulating his hard
cock.

It was Bilston his valet, of course, in the midst of carrying out his
usual morning function. He wore white cotton gloves for the purpose, as
a barrier between his lower class flesh and the Princely part. His
touch was light and deft, but Prince Henry had no time for such
trivialities that day, his mind filled up with important news for the
Princess Charlotte.

Without waiting to be brought off, the Prince swept away the valet's
hand and swung his legs out of the bed. "No time for that Bilston," he
said briskly, stripping off his nightshirt and throwing it to the
valet, "I have a call to make of the utmost importance. Get my bath
ready and be quick." The morning bath was normally a somewhat later
item in Prince Henry's timetable, for if he had been brought off he
would have slept another half hour. Bilston scurried away to bring
forward the transportation of wooden buckets of hot water by a relay of
footmen to the Prince's dressing room, where the Royal hip bath stood
in readiness on the floor to be filled.

In less than ten minutes the valet returned, to find that the Prince,
fully nude, was performing exercises before a window, stretching and
bending, twisting and turning, knees bending and chest inflating. A
moment later he was seated in his hip bath, whilst the diligent valet
washed his shoulders and back with an expensive soap imbued with the
delicate fragrance of magnolia.

When all else was done, from head to toes, the Prince stood up in his
bath to let Bilston attend to his bottom and private parts. The valet,
still wearing his cotton gloves, although now soaked completely
through, washed between the plump cheeks of the Princely backside,
making use of a gentle fingertip to make sure the knot hole was in a
condition of perfect cleanliness.

That completed, he devoted his care to the Prince's manly rod and
soaped it with a trained delicacy of touch, head and shaft, drawing
back the hood and cleansing it thoroughly of any traces of the previous
evening. Yet for all the valet's lightness of touch, the Princely shaft
stretched itself out into a stiffness and hardness between his fingers.
The Prince disregarded his hard on condition, indeed, he seemed to be
unaware of it, his mind set on what he would tell Charlotte when he saw
her.

"Enough man!" he exclaimed suddenly, his thoughts diverted away from
his aunt to his present circumstances by awareness that his cock was
hard standing and shook fiercely in the hand of his attentive valet,
enough, damn you, or you will bring me off as I stand here!

Bilston murmured his apologies, rinsed away the perfumed suds with
clean water and ceased his attentions to Prince Henry's cock. "Dry me,"
said the Prince, "and get a move on, I am in quite a hurry this
morning. Mark my words, unless I am ready in all respects to go calling
within the half hour, your trousers will come down and I shall thrash
your backside to within an inch of your life!"

The threat spurred on the valet, and in twenty five minutes the Prince
made his way, handsomely dressed in gray frock coat and gray cravat,
lightly breakfasted and with a tiny white rose bud in his lapel, toward
his aunt Charlotte's apartment. The Princess had not yet risen, her
personal maid informed him. He nodded and passed through to her bed
chamber, telling the maid her services would not be required for the
next hour. Charlotte was sitting up in bed taking breakfast from a tray
of scrambled eggs, grilled bacon, deviled kidneys, toast, best Dundee
marmalade, pale yellow butter and Ceylon tea. Her Lady in Waiting, the
Hon Mrs. Jemima Treadwell, was seated on a chair brought up to the bed,
to read aloud to her items of interest from the morning paper.

Prince Henry greeted his aunt with a kiss on the cheek, and told her
how very pretty she looked. Indeed, she formed a most charming picture
of informality, one to give a hard on to any gentleman who espied her,
with her fair hair unbound and hanging to her shoulders, and her
titties pushing out the front of her nightgown and stylish bed wrap,
made of quilted white satin and tied with bows of pink ribbon.

The Hon. Mrs. Treadwell removed the Princess's breakfast tray and asked
whether she would leave or no, but was requested by her Royal mistress
to remain to hear Prince Henry's tale, which was bound to be highly
comical, Charlotte avowed. "I wanted to tell you last night, dearest
Auntie," said the Prince as he seated himself on the chair by the bed
which the Lady in Waiting had vacated, "but you had gone out and were
not thought likely to return before midnight. Finding myself to be
somewhat exhausted from the exertions of the day, I retired to bed. Now
here I am, bringing you full details of my audience with Grand Mama."

"Lord Harvey Saunton carried me off to the Opera at Covent Garden,"
said Princess Charlotte, "he was desirous that I heard Mr. Wagner's
Tristan and Isolde a very sad piece dealing with two aristocratic
lovers who die grief stricken because they may not fuck each other. I
do believe Lord Harvey's intention was that I should glean a message
from the sorry story, concerning himself and myself. Though he will
never see forty five again, I am certain he is enamored of me, at least
he had his hand up my clothes in the coach coming home afterwards, and
gave me a good feel."

"But he is a scandalous flirt, Your Highness," said the Hon. Jemima,
"for in the darkness of the coach he did the same to me, so he had a
pussy in each hand. I knew you would approve if I in some measure
rewarded Lord Harvey's devotion to you, so I undid his buttons and
stroked his manly part up and down till he fetched off under his shirt,
most handsomely for a gentleman of his years."

"You timed it very well, dear Jemima," the Princess praised her, "for
the caress of his finger in my pussy grew even more agitated as his
emotions were aroused, and he brought me off very nicely at the moment
of his emission."

"Do you want to hear of my audience with Grand Mama or not?" demanded
Prince Henry, impatient of this idle chatter of hands up petticoats and
pussies felt in a coach. "Of course we do," said his aunt with a
giggle, "though we know of the outcome already, having stage managed
the affair on your behalf, darling boy. But please continue."

"I was bid to be there at five o'clock," said Prince Henry, a smile on
his face now that he held the floor. "As is required, I arrived fifteen
minutes before my time, and in the ante room I was accosted by that
hairy beast John Brown dressed in a ridiculous tartan kilt. I had not
the least wish to engage in conversation with this person, whose thick
Scotch accent makes it impossible to understand more than one word in
three, but with his usual low born impudence he spoke freely of the
very matter that had brought me there to see Grand Mama."

"Indeed, he is allowed remarkable liberties," said Charlotte. "He seems
to be wholly in Her Majesty's confidence and privy to family secrets
that ought never to be known to an outsider. But his very position of
trust makes him a useful channel to reach Grand Mama, as I have many a
time found."

"Be that as it may," the Prince said, "the brute's manner was knowing
and sly and insolent in the extreme. He had the damned audacity to
inform me that my ladies, as he dared to call them, had trooped through
Her majesty's sitting room in procession to complain of the lewd
behavior towards them of Lord Frobisham. Naturally I pretended to know
nothing of it, whereupon he with a leer named them to me, Lady
Dumbridge, Lady Pertwhistle and Lady Bastable, and went so far as to
repeat in part what vile liberties Frobisham had taken with their
persons. From this it was clear to me that either Grand Mama had
confided in him and asked his advice, or he had been listening at the
keyhole."

"And Prudence Frobisham, what of her?" asked the Princess.

"Brown was so good as to inform me that she too had been to see Her
Majesty, to advise her of a forthcoming action in law, with the object
of obtaining a separation from her husband. She confessed to Her
Majesty that she has become estranged from Frobisham on the grounds of
his flagrant infidelity."

"Lord save us!" exclaimed Auntie Charlotte. "What a busy couple of days
you have had, Henry dearest, poking these ladies into a state of mind
where they were prepared to run the risk of dear Grand Mama's
displeasure, in order to scuttle Frobisham. For you, what do you say
Jemima? Hasn't His Highness brought it off well?"

"There is no doubt that he brought these four ladies off very well
indeed," replied the Hon. Mrs. Treadwell with a chuckle, "but His
Highness enjoys a reputation throughout the Palace for being not merely
adept in pleasuring ladies, but tireless when he has made a beginning.
I have heard it said by the Duchess of Pendlebery that His Highness
last year fucked her five times within the hour."

"What did Grand Mama have to say to you, when you at last saw her?"
asked the Princess, winking at her Lady in Waiting.

"After I had kissed her cheek and inquired after her health, she had me
sit down facing her and asked if there was bad blood between me and
Lord Frobisham. At that I pretended a reluctance to speak of the
matter, until Her Majesty insisted. Then I told her the tale you and I
agreed on, that Frobisham had started a vile and disgraceful rumor that
he had been permitted unlawful access to the person of the Princess
Charlotte."

"Though if the truth were told, it was the other way around," said the
Princess with a giggle. "How did Her Majesty receive this startling
news?"

"She blushed crimson and cried out, so that the hairy peasant Brown
came running in to see what was amiss. But the matter was too grave to
share with him, and she sent him away."

"So I should think!" exclaimed Princess Charlotte. "Imagine my honor
being bandied about with a servant!"

"I told Grand Mama then that if it could be proved before a judge that
Frobisham had besmirched the name and reputation of a most virtuous
Princess and dear aunt, then he would be held guilty of the foulest
libel and fined an enormous sum of money. Furthermore, I said, it must
surely be a matter of treason to calumniate a member of the Royal
Family, and the fellow should be confined to the tower of London on
bread and water."

"Excellent!" cried the Princess. "How well you spoke!"

"Finally," said the Prince, "I informed Grand Mama that I had warned
Frobisham the most severe action would be taken against him if he ever
repeated his filthy lie about Her Royal Highness the Princess
Charlotte, and that this well merited rebuke was the origin of bad
feeling between him and me."

"Perfect!" Charlotte said with a sigh of amusement. "And how did she
respond to your noble and gallant declaration?"

"Darling Grand Mama sighed deeply and said that Frobisham had shown
himself to be even more depraved and vicious than I knew, for he had
run to her with a cock and bull story that I had seduced his wife into
an adulterous connection. At this I very naturally professed horror. My
agitation was so convincing that a tear trickled down my cheek, and
Grand Mama uttered soothing words to calm my fears."

"Did she mention the ladies that had visited her with their tales of
Frobisham's lustful molestation?"

"Not by name, nor in any detail, though she did say that from other
sources she had become aware that Frobisham was a person of evil
character. Soon after that she sent me away, assuring me that all would
be well, and that she knew how to deal with a liar trying to blacken my
name."

"And she has acted swiftly," the Princess said, "Frobisham has been
stripped of his position and ordered to never show his face within
sight of Buckingham Palace again. The gossip is all around the Palace
and will soon be all around London. An equerry was sent to convey Her
Majesty's deep and abiding displeasure to him at his Club yesterday
evening. Your troubles are over, dear Henry, now Frobisham is in
disgrace and you have the means to discredit Willoughby-Codrington.

"The outcome is indeed a happy one," said the Prince, "though the
strain of the past couple of days has been considerable."

"Tell me, leaving aside Prudence Frobisham, for whom you have a great
partiality, which of the other ladies did you find the best fuck?" his
aunt inquired.

"Not a question to be answered straight off, before careful
consideration," said Prince Henry. "Lily Pertwhistle proved to be a
first class poke, in spite of the deficiency in the size of her tits.
When she is stripped bare they appear as little more than two poached
eggs on her chest. Yet as if to make up for this, her pussy is, no
doubt from long practice, strong and active. I poked her twice with
great enjoyment, and then with a curious smile she rolled me on my back
and brought me off again without either of us moving a muscle, it was
done entirely by the rhythmic squeezing of her pussy on my cock."

"I doubt if Lord Pertwhistle can satisfy such eagerness," the Princess
remarked, "for he is weak of constitution and a martyr to chest
ailments through the winter. So what of the other two ladies, did they
match up to Lily Pertwhistle?"

"In their different ways," said Prince Henry. "Sonia Bastable can drive
a man frantic with bliss by taking his cock in her mouth, ah, exquisite
delight of her tongue on the uncovered head! Knowing her skill, I let
her bring me off four times in her mouth before mounting her belly and
giving her a fucking that had her screaming for joy."

"Who would have thought it!" Charlotte exclaimed. "Sonia Bastable, who
seems so prudish and uninterested in sensual joys, are you as surprised
as I am. Dear Jemima?"

"Not entirely, Your Highness," the Lady in Waiting replied, "for Lord
Bastable is never seen without an expression on his face of utter
satisfaction, indeed, sometimes he even looks as if he has come off so
many times that his brain is suffering. I have often thought that Her
Ladyship needs must have some trick or skill that keeps her husband in
a daze of contentment, for if it were fucking alone between them, he
would expend his energy and collapse before reaching his constant state
of bliss. Now that His Highness has enjoyed a taste of Lady Bastable's
oral skills, the source of His Lordships pleasure becomes obvious, she
has his cock out and sucks him off three times a day."

"Well, well," observed Princess Charlotte, "now you mention it, I have
noticed that dreamy look of pleasure on Bastable's face many a time,
and put it down to natural idiocy. So now we know the deep sensual
secrets of Lily Pertwhistle and Sonia Bastable, what of the third,
Henry, Arethusa Dumbridge?"

"Her most provocative feature is her bosom," said the Prince,
"otherwise she is a fairly ordinary pleasant and fuckable lady. But
when she is undressed, and with her stays off, her titties are
displayed in all their massive charm, I think they must weigh a good
ten pounds each! I found to fetch off between them was superior to
fetching off up her pussy, and tried both methods alternately until I
was certain."

"Then which of the three ladies was the best poke?" demanded the
Princess, eager to hear the Prince's judgment.

"Considered as a poke, truthfulness compels me to choose Lily
Pertwhistle and her squirming pussy," said Prince Henry, "but I must
qualify that by saying that Sonia Bastable produced for me the most
exquisite delight with her mouth."

"Have you noticed, Jemima," the Princess said to her Lady in Waiting,
"that during the time His Highness has been favoring us with his
opinions of these Court ladies, his cock has risen up stiff and hard in
his trousers, the bulge is very visible."

"Indeed I have noticed," said the Hon. Mrs. Treadwell, "for His
Highness's shaft is so admired throughout Palace circles that I defy
any lady to be in his presence and not direct her glance towards the
leg of his trousers in which it dangles. Excepting that at present it
is behaving otherwise, its stiffness making a long bulge up the front
of His Highness's lower garment, just behind the buttons."

To hear his cock commented upon in this way between ladies sent a
thrill of pleasure through the Prince and his cock jumped vigorously,
causing his Auntie and her attendant lady to giggle lewdly at the
sight. "We must not deny ourselves a glimpse of this Royal treasure,
Jemima," said Princess Charlotte. "Fetch it out into the light of day
so we mat admire it properly." Prince Henry sat still, a pink glow on
his handsome face, his frock coat unbuttoned all the way down and his
legs spread apart, while the Hon. Mrs. Treadwell undid his trousers,
pulled up his shirt and brought out his throbbing cock.

"My!" she exclaimed, handling it a little. "I do declare it is in prime
condition, stiff as an iron bar. Though His Highness has fucked all
these ladies into speaking up for his cause with the Queen, he has
certainly not exhausted his powers to any noticeable degree."

"He has an exceedingly aristocratic cock," said the Princess, "and when
he was a boy we christened it Lord Dickey. I am right in thinking, am I
not, that the name is familiar to many of the ladies about the Court?"

"Quite true," said the Hon. Jemima, her hand playing lightly along the
Prince's hard and shaking cock.

"There's only one way to take it down," the Princess declared warmly,
and she cast off the bedclothes and her bed wrap, to reveal herself in
only her thin night dress. She slipped across the sheet until she sat
on the side of the bed, stretching out her arms in a gesture of fond
welcome to the Prince. In a trice he was off his chair and had seized
her in his manly clasp, his lips meeting hers in an affectionate kiss.

"You've given me the most almighty letch with all your talk of fucking
your lady friends," said Auntie Charlotte, "only a good poking will
calm me down. Thus encouraged, the Prince threw her down over the edge
of the bed on her back. He had the nightdress up around her neck and
was into her in a moment. "Not too fast Henry!" she admonished him.
Sometimes I like it hard and fast, whilst at others I prefer to be
brought off slowly and with delicate passion, not poked in five seconds
in a frenzy.

The Prince slowed the pace of his thrusting, and was charmed to feel
Jemima Treadwell's hands under his frock coat, turning it up his back,
then loosening his braces, until she could pull his trousers down his
legs. When she had bared his bum, she ran her dainty hand over it, and
reached between his thighs to feel his hairy balls. How thoughtful she
is, your pretty Jemima, the Prince said in a joyful sigh, you have
taught her your own predilections, dearest Auntie.

"Yes she and I understand each other well," said Charlotte. An instant
later Prince Henry shrieked out in pain to feel a slashing cut across
the uncovered cheeks of his bottom. To his horror, he heard the swish
of a cane descending again, and felt a second cut. Unbeknown to him,
the Lady in Waiting had pulled out this instrument of school room
chastisement from its secret hiding place under the Princess's
mattress.

"Ah no!" he cried out. "Stop it, Jemima!"

Princess Charlotte's arms around him held him to her like a vice, and
she was laughing at the shrieks torn from his lips by the merciless
application of the cane on his rump. "You have been saved from the
consequences of your own folly, dearest boy," said she merrily, "now
you must suffer to learn a lesson that will stand you in good stead,
namely in future to be careful and think about it twice before you push
your cock up any pussy that offers itself."

"Ah! Ah!" the Prince cried out pitifully as Jemima plied her cane with
relentless zeal, and she too was laughing at his discomfiture.

After a dozen strokes the fiery agony the Prince was enduring
transformed itself into a pleasurable glowing sensation, in the manner
that Dr Alfred Loudwater had explained to him. At the same time an
extraordinary stiffness in his cock entirely removed all sense of pain
from his body. "Ah!" Princess Charlotte exclaimed, though it was bliss
that called forth her cry, and not the stinging pain that had caused
her Nephew's outburst. "How wonderfully hard your cock is, I feel it
will burst my belly! Oh yes, Henry!"

At the next stroke of the cane across his bottom, the Prince gushed so
profuse am emission of his manly essence up his Aunt's belly that he
fainted away in bliss for the excess of sensation. When he recovered
himself, the two ladies helped him to his feet, both still chuckling
over his fate, and with fond hands helped him to lie down on the
Princess's bed.

They made sure he was comfortable, removing his coat and his shoes,
then lovingly wiped dry his limp shaft, and bathed his fevered brow in
eau de Cologne. Thus soothed and content, the Prince fell into a doze.
How long this lasted cannot be said, but he woke up feeling refreshed,
and saw that his Aunt was lying next to him on the bed, her nightdress
up around her waist and all below bared to the view. The Hon. Jemima,
fully clad, knelt on the bed, with dearest Charlotte's legs spread on
either side of her, pressed apart until the lips of her fair hared
pussy had of themselves opened to display a glimpse of the pretty pink
interior.

Even to glance at his favorite aunt's pussy occasioned the Prince's
cock to grow quickly long and hard, a process hastened by the sight of
the Hon. Jemima using her long and thin thumbs to open Charlotte wider
yet, then tickling inside with her fingertips. Her words thrilled the
Prince almost as much as they delighted the Royal person to whom they
were addressed.

"What a peach of a pussy you have, Your Highness," murmured the Hon.
Jemima Treadwell, "the darling little pet throbs to my touch. Let me
hear you pant with delight!" With that, she bent over, head down and
bum up, burying her face between the Princess's bare thighs. Prince
Henry's eyes bulged with emotion to watch this stimulating play. His
lips parted in a long sigh of bliss, and he almost could think that it
was his own head down between those creamy thighs, his own tongue
licking at the pink lips of Charlotte's pussy. Faster and faster grew
his breathing, he clasped his hand fondly about his quivering cock.

"Oh, you are so clever with your tongue!" he heard Charlotte whisper
joyfully to her Lady in Waiting, you will bring me off in no time,
slowly, slowly, dear Jemima, let me enjoy it! It was clear enough to
the Prince's understanding that the deftness with which the Hon. Jemima 
used her tongue in the soft manipulation of the Princess's pussy was
the result of years of practice. Perhaps she has learned this
delightful skill when a schoolgirl, in the same way Deirdre and Evadne
had learned to pleasure each other with fingers and tongues. The idle
speculation held a certain fascination for Prince Henry, and at a
suitable time he intended to ask the Hon. Jemima about her early
experience.

For the present, he was entirely engrossed in the observation of how
his darling Aunt's bare and well fleshed body writhed about and twisted
on the bed as her emotions built up towards a release. He wished with
all his heart that Jemima's mouth was attending to his own swollen
cock, and wondered if she were as good at bringing off a gentleman as
Lady Bastable.

Princess Charlotte began to cry out and thrash her legs on the bed to
the force of the fierce thrills induced by Jemima's tongue flickering
between her milk white thighs. Moans of bliss announced the imminent
arrival of her sensual spasm, a prospect which proved too much for
Prince Henry to bear passively.

Whilst Charlotte's throes convulsed her in ecstasy, he moved to place
himself swiftly behind Jemima's raised bottom on his knees. He threw
her skirt and petticoats high over her back to expose her drawers, and
wrenched open the rearward slit to reveal her flesh. That proved
insufficient for him in his mood of savage lustfulness, and he dragged
at Jemima's drawers with both hands until the fine material ripped
apart. The ruined garment fell about her knees in pathetically torn
segments, baring her fine round bottom to the Prince's gaze. He planted
a smacking kiss on each cheek, then forced his fingers between her
thighs to part the lips of her dark curled pussy.

"Oh, Your Highness, I am entirely at your service!" gasped the Lady in
Waiting. "Use me freely!" The unbridled manner in which her lily white
bottom jibbed up at him indicated her urgent desire to be poked, and
the Prince was very willing to oblige her. His trousers were still
undone all the way down, left thus after his caning, and his cock
jutted out boldly. In two seconds he was into the Hon. Jemima's pussy
from behind, and he held her tightly by the hips while he fucked her
briskly.

Underneath her Lady in Waiting the Princess Charlotte gasped faintly at
the sudden turn of events. "Oh, Jemima," she murmured, "I've never seen
my darling Henry poke you before, is his cock right up you?"

"I declare His Highness is splitting my pussy open, as huge and thick
as his cock is!" exclaimed Jemima blissfully. "I'm near to coming off
already!" The Prince heaved backward and forward fast in her wet slit,
and leaned right forward above her to drive up Lord Dickey even
further. So excessive were the emotions he wrought in her belly that
she put her head down between the Princess's parted thighs once more
and licked furiously at her open pussy.

"Oh Jemima dearest!" the Princess gasped. "How lovely!"

A most interesting thought entered Prince Henry's mind, even as he
fucked away firmly in Jemima's pussy. Whilst he kept her in a condition
of high sensual arousal, she would continue to excite Auntie Charlotte
with her tongue. How long could dearest Charlotte sustain the
sensations,? How many times could she be forced to come off before she
swooned away from ecstasy?

The Prince slowed his stroke, keeping it strong and deep, but to a
steady tempo. Although Jemima had claimed to be close to coming off, he
was confident that he could stretch out over a considerable period of
time the mounting excitement that shook her frame from head to toe.

Her tongue at Charlotte's gaping wide pussy fetched off the Princess
again, to shrieks of bliss. Only a minute later, the same pleasurable
event took place, the Princess screaming louder this time in her
enjoyment. The Prince fucked on, cock sliding in and out of Jemima's
slippery pussy, driving her near to distraction and never letting her
sweet release in the final spasm.

By the time Princess Charlotte had been brought off seven times, and
Jemima had reached a mental and physical condition of near collapse,
the Prince was satisfied with his little game and ready to bring succor
to both ladies. He gripped Jemima's hips in a vice like hold, poked her
with short hard stabs and in another moment or two fetched off
copiously and flooded her belly with Royal fluid.

Jemima gave an ear splitting screech of agonized delight and came off
in furious spasms, bringing off Princess Charlotte one more time. After
so vast and all embracing a shared paroxysm, all three participants
collapsed limply, Jemima onto her side, her cream filled pussy sliding
away from the Prince's cock, to lie with her head on Charlotte's bare
belly. The Prince sank down spent to the wide, his head pillowed on
Jemima's lily white bum, while his darling Auntie lay with eyes closed
and legs sprawled open. In these abandoned postures all three
participants lay in the most blissful state of delicately languid
lethargy for twenty minutes.

The Princess Charlotte was the first to recover her strength, albeit
she had brought off many more times than the others. She had pushed
Jemima's head away from her belly and raised her knees, displaying her
wet and open pussy to the Prince's gaze. "You are a lascivious beast,
Henry!" she said. "Compelling my dear Jemima to lick me off so many
times continuously was quite monstrous! My pussy has been so madly over 
satisfied that it will refuse to respond for Heaven knows how long!
Your wanton game has finished me for the day, and tomorrow also, for
all I know! Jemima, has his Highness reduced you to a like state of
unresponsiveness?"

"Why no," said the Hon. Mrs. Treadwell softly, "to tell you the truth
of it, I have never been so handsomely fucked in my life before, and I
would not turn away from a repetition of that joy if it were offered
me."

So saying, the pretty Lady in Waiting rolled over on her back and drew
up her clothes high about her waist. Her drawers hung in tatters about
her knees and Prince Henry smiled to gaze upon the pouting pussy he had
poked so effectively only half an hour before, its dark wet curls
plastered flat to the fleshy lips with a small trickle of come
dribbling from it.

"Then if my darling Auntie finds herself unable to receive my shaft,"
said he with all his natural charm, "I shall bestow the favor of
fucking on you Jemima."

"Your Highness is pleased to be gracious," murmured she. "Dare I beg
for the great privilege of feeling the Royal shaft before it slides up
me?"

"With all the pleasure in the world, said Prince Henry, you may feel
free to handle it as you choose." Her dainty white hand was around it
at once, folding its hood up and down over the purple head, whilst her
tongue slipped out and lapped over it in the most thrilling manner
imaginable.

"Ah!" sighed the Prince. "How delicious a touch! Yet do not imitate the
action of Lady Bastable, I beg you, for my letch is to come off in your
pussy, Jemima, not in your mouth."

"Then you must put it up me without delay," she replied, "for it is
throbbing strongly in my hand." In a trice the Prince had her on her
back and was on her bare belly, his cock sliding neatly into her open
split.

"You may fuck me to total exhaustion, Your Highness," Jemima murmured.
"You will hear no complaint from me about not being able to come again,
not like some I could mention!"

"The cheek of it!" exclaimed Princess Charlotte, gazing with envious
eyes at the spectacle of her nephew's muscular bottom rising and
falling to his vigorous poking. "The infernal cheek of it! My Lady in
Waiting is fucked to glory beside me on the bed, while I lie here on my
back with my legs apart and ready, but my pussy lacking all sensation!
How dare you do this dire thing to me, Henry, you wicked, wicked boy!"

"It was not I who did you," the Prince panted between steady strokes
into the sighing lady underneath him, "your pussy was ravished by
Jemima's tongue."

"I will hear no excuses," said Charlotte faintly, her fingers busy in
her own wet pussy, attempting to coax back a flicker of sensation into
it, "I mean to have you fuck me at least one more time before you
leave. And if my pussy will not respond to the touch of cock or finger,
you will take a leaf out of Jemima's book and do me with your tongue,
Henry."

"Oh!" the Prince gasped, and spurted his creamy essence into the Lady
in Waiting's palpitating pussy in spasms of delight, and she too came
off with a wild shriek of bliss to experience the feel of that hot
flood deep in her belly.

"And to ensure you ply tongue and shaft with equal enthusiasm on me, my
lad," said Princess Charlotte with a friendly smile at her nephew's
squirming in the throws of coming off, "we shall test what a further
application of Jemima's cane to your bare little bum may achieve."
Prince Henry did not hear his beloved Aunt's threat to the comfort and
well being of his bum, for he was lost in swirling sensual ecstasy as
the Royal sap gushed from him into the Lady in Waiting's clinging
pussy.

CHAPTER 16
A Most Unexpected Outcome

On Thursday morning Prince Henry was seated alone at his table and
enjoying a wholesome and stimulating breakfast, a bowl of porridge with
cream, followed by a pair of mutton chops, then a brace of scotch
kippers, a couple of boiled eggs, then nothing more but half a dozen
slices of thickly buttered toast spread with a generous layer of
blackcurrant preserve. Bilston stood at his elbow, bringing the
comestibles and removing the used plates, serving him with his needs
from the silver chafing dishes. Meanwhile the Prince glared at the
morning newspaper.

"Good God, Bilston!" he exclaimed. "Here's a pretty pickle, Lord
Frobisham blew his brains out last evening after dinner at his club.
The disgrace he had fallen into was evidently more than the ridiculous
fellow could bear!"

"Indeed Your Highness," said the valet in a deferential tone of voice
as befitted him, "to be dismissed in utter disfavor from Her Majesty's
service is a dire fate that no gentleman may bear with any emotion but
despair."

"Captain Bolsover seemed to bear up well enough," said Prince Henry.
"He has gone to rejoin his Regiment and fuck beautiful young native
woman with bare shaven pussies."

"May I point out," said Bilston, "through your generosity and goodwill,
the Captain was allowed to resign his position, as if the parting were
of his choosing. There maybe whispers about the truth of it, but no one
will ever surely know, and Captain Bolster's reputation has been
preserved, in part at least."

"If I have a weakness," said the Prince, "it is that I am too damned
kind hearted."

"Indubitably, Your Highness," the valet agreed with tact and aplomb,
"but in the case of the late Lord Frobisham, no similar mercy was
extended. Her Majesty the Queen was too outraged and distressed by what
she was told of his private activities. How dreadful a thing it is to
suffer a monarch's wrath! His total disgrace became public knowledge,
and Lord Frobisham had no recourse but to take the coward's way out."

"I'll be damned before I'd blow my brains out over a poke or two!"
cried the Prince. "It's always said Frobisham was a fool and we're well
rid of him."

"Lady Frobisham will be sorrowing," the valet pointed out.

"What rot!" said Prince Henry with a smirk. "She's as glad to see the
back of him as I am myself. And now Bilston, my day will be rewarded,
for Her Ladyship has high moral standards and would never let me poke
her whilst her husband lived."

"So I believe Your Highness. How inspiring, if I may say so, to hear a
member of the aristocracy who embraces Christian principals in sensual
matters."

"Quite so," the Prince said hastily, not wishing to appear an infidel
in the eyes of his manservant, "but whilst rendering all praise to her
Ladyship for her virtuous stance, it has proved a confounded nuisance
to me. Now that the impediment to our union in blissful fucking has
been removed, I shall proceed at once to her side and enjoy these
sensual delights I have been denied for so long a time. I am not
available to see anyone today, Bilston, present my compliments to any
who call and put them off until another day!"

By ten o'clock of the morning, dressed in his newest clothes, the
Prince made his way to the other side of Buckingham Palace, where lay
Lady Frobisham's apartment. She was in her drawing room, breakfasting
late on a cup of chocolate and a couple of Osborne sweet biscuits. At
Prince Henry's entrance she rose to her feet and made him a curtsy' and
he stared in astonishment to see her lissome figure clad in somber
black and her wealth of golden hair hidden away from sight in a black
silk scarf.

"Damn, Prudence," said the Prince, "I am here to proffer my formal
condolences on the demise of Frobisham, but I confess it strikes me as
overdone to see you in deepest mourning for him."

"Do not say so, Your Highness," she replied, in slight rebuke of his
breezy manner, "for though there was coldness between my late husband
and myself, good manners and decency require me to show a proper
respect for his passing."

"You are a paragon of all the virtues," the Prince exclaimed, taking
her soft hand and drawing her down to sit on his knee as he took his
seat on the nearest sofa, "I salute you for it!" Prudence seemed
somewhat uneasy to find her bottom resting on the Princely lap, and sat
in a fidgety and nervous manner. With great delicacy, so not to outrage
her conviction of what was correct etiquette and what was not, Prince
Henry reached under the hem of her black satin skirt and brought his
hand upwards between her legs.

"No, no Your Highness," said Prudence, a trifle breathlessly, "there
can be no question of sensual interplay between us now."

"Why the devil not?" the Prince demanded, his hand rising up between
her warm thighs and fast approaching the opening of her drawers. "When
Frobisham was alive I respected your honorable scruples in regard to
fidelity to him. But you are a widow now, dearest Prudence, with no
more duty to the fellow. Your lovely body is your own to dispose of,
and who better to bestow it on than me, your most devoted admirer?"

"Believe me dearest one," said Lady Frobisham, "my love for you is
intense and eternal, nothing would give me greater delight than to make
you free of my person. But there remains my duty to mourn for my late
husband for twelve months, and it would be grossly improper to let
another enter in the very shrine of married love during that time."

'That be damned for a tale,' was the thought in Prince Henry's mind,
but he was wise enough not to express it aloud instead, he murmured his
admiration for Prudence's honor, and at the same time his fingers
passed into her drawers to touch her hairy pussy.

"Oh, but this improper," she whispered. "I have told you my belief that
this is the very shrine of marital love, inviolate and sacred, yet you
seek to tamper with it! And for what, not for true love, I swear, but
for the alleviation of your virile lust! You would commit sacrilege on
my person for the sake of a cheap thrill! For shame, Your Highness!"

"By no means," the Prince replied, "you speak from distress at the
untimely demise of Frobisham, and without consideration for my
declarations of tender devotion and undying passion. You wrong me,
Prudence."

In truth the Prince was determined that before he left her he would
fuck dear Prudence good and hard. All that had passed hitherto between
them was not reckoned by him as real fucking, for he had never yet had
his cock up her pussy. Today would be his first time with her, properly
speaking. "Forgive me," Prudence murmured, "I am overwrought."

"That is very clear to me, my dearest, and you are in urgent need to be
calmed. It is the good office of an admirer and good friend to do all
he can to restore you to perfect tranquillity of mind, which is all
that I intend."

"Is this the truth?" Prudence asked, her voice quavering.

"Trust me," said the Prince, and his middle fingertip slid gently into
her pussy and moved deftly over her hidden nub. Very soon Prudence
began to wriggle on his lap in delicious little spasms.

She exclaimed that the Prince's friendship was a treasure beyond price,
to give such consideration to relieving the sadness of a young widow.
Prince Henry was delighted by the progress he was making towards his
goal, and he gazed in joy at the way Prudence's body throbbed and her
bosom heaved under her black frock. As her excitement mounted, her
thighs were opening and closing on his hand and he was able to thrust
three fingers into her wet pussy.

"My dear Prudence," he murmured in a voice made husky by his strong
emotions, "I do believe you are about to come off!"

How true his statement was! His busy fingers manipulated the secret bud
inside her pussy until her whole body became taunt in the instant
before the sensation takes hold. The Prince saw how her back arched in
a graceful curve and heard her long sigh of rapture, as he brought her
to the climax of pleasure.

"There, darling girl," said he with great tenderness now you will be
easier in your mind, "for your nervousness has been all dissipated."

"Dearest one," murmured Prudence, drooping against him in the sweet
languor that follows coming off, "how well you understand me, only be
patient, and the twelve months will pass swiftly until I am yours, body
and soul."

Prince Henry had become very aroused by the feel of her open and wet
pussy, and made no comment. He pressed his lips to her cheek in a kiss
and guided her dainty hand down between their bodies to let her feel
the stiffness of his shaft. "Yes, at least it is possible for me to
give you that degree of pleasure," she said and tugged at his buttons,
to have his hard cock out in the open and bring him off in her hand.

The Prince let her hold Lord Dickey and play with him for a while, but
had no intention of permitting her to go all the way to provoking an
emission, for he had made up his mind that his next fetch off with
Prudence would be up her pussy. To that end he had devised a plan,
which was to keep bringing her off till all her resistance was
destroyed, and she would lie on her back and part her legs for him.
Whilst her fingers slid lightly up and down the length of his quivering
cock, Prince Henry attended yet again to her pussy fingering it and
stroking it. She was content to let him do so, her eyes half shut, her
knees wide open in her frock.

"My dearest boy, you mustn't tire me out," she whispered, "my
dressmaker will be here after lunch to fit me for my frock for the
funeral, and if you continue to bring me off at this rate, I shall be
too fatigued to stand on my feet for her." The Prince paid not the
least attention to her plea, but went on as before, stimulating her
throbbing pussy with skill and affection. In a minute or two Prudence
moaned loudly, her warm belly shuddering in long spasms as she came off
once again. The Prince let her rest for a while then, her head on his
shoulder, whilst he murmured the fondest words into her ear, which was
hidden, with her golden hair, under the black kerchief.

He kept his hand up her clothes, though resting motionless on her
thigh, until she drew in a long breath, as if recovered and perhaps
ready for more. At that, he slipped his hand back into her drawers and
clasped her fair hared pussy in his palm. "This darling soft slit of
yours," said he, "this acme of all delight and bliss, it has become the
very center of my world! I worship and adore it, Prudence, I shall be
the most miserable and disconsolate of men until that happy day you
permit me to put my cock up it and fuck you to glory!"

"And I too live for the day when I feel your darling cock up inside
me," cried Prudence, "but that cannot be yet, morality and good manners
forbid a full connection of the parts."

"How dread a fate, answered the Prince, and his voice shook with
emotion as his fingers slid into her pussy yet again.

"My darling Henry," she murmured as thrilling sensations once more
rippled through her soft belly and she knew what would be the outcome
of his renewed manipulation. "My underwear will be soaked through and
stained if you continue to bring me off like this! At least let me
remove my drawers!" She stood up from Prince Henry's lap and started to
lift up her dress. But no sooner was it at the height of her knees than
the Prince thrust his hands up her skirts. He was panting with desire
as he thrust his hands into the front and rear openings of her unseen
underwear, and she paused to let him have his way with her.

His right hand played over the soft curled split, teasing the wet lips,
opening them a little and moving gently between with an up and down
motion, then probing more deeply, until two fingertips were imparting a
delicate yet thrilling stimulus to her hidden bud. Meanwhile, his other
hand roved sensually over the lily white cheeks of her bottom squeezing
and kneading the tender flesh, then tracing down inside the deep crease
between them, until at last his fingertips caressed her puckered
knothole with a loving touch.

Thus manipulated front and rear, busy fingers at both entrances to her
charming body, Prudence uttered gasping little cries and her eyes
closed as waves of bliss engulfed her. "Oh, oh," she cried, swaying as
if she would fall, whereupon the Prince redoubled his sensual assault
on her person, pushing a fluttering finger deeper up her rear entrance,
whilst rubbing yet more briskly at her secret button. Not five seconds
passed before she shrieked out in climatic release, her entire body
taut and vibrating like a harp string that has been plucked. When at
last her throes of ecstasy faded, she drew in a long breath as she
stood shaking for a moment or two on weak knees, then limp and pale
collapsed on to the Prince's lap.

"Adorable boy!" she murmured faintly. "You have raised me up into
heaven with your consoling touch." Prince Henry's cock was throbbing
wildly, but he steeled his heart against coming off for the time being,
unflinching in his plan to reduce darling Prudence to a quivering jelly
of delight which would offer no resistance to the penetration of his
cock when he judged the right moment to thrust it in. his avid mouth
found Prudence's open mouth in a long hot kiss of lust, his tongue
thrusting forward to lick at her tongue. It needed no more than a
gentle touch of his fingers in her pussy to make her succumb yet again,
sighing and shuddering under the caress of his everlasting devotion to
her.

Meanwhile his hand slid up her skirt and felt her wet pussy
respectfully, and she readily accepted his humble duty and opened her
legs to let him bring her off again, or so she expected, sweet innocent 
lady!

It was a ploy that Prince Henry had devised to poke her. His shaft had
grown thick, strong and heavy again the moment he had felt her pussy.
He had tricked Prudence into lying down on the sofa on her back, in the
very position best for his purpose. It was the work of a moment to turn
her clothes up to her belly, a baring which caused her no uneasiness,
for she took it as part of the Prince's preparation to gaze fondly on
her pussy while he brought her off again. The turning up of Prudence's
clothes brought to the Prince's notice a circumstance so unexpected
that he halted in his plan and almost lost the advantage of surprise.
Underneath her black frock Prudence wore petticoats trimmed with black
lace, pretty and dainty to a gentleman's eye. Yet under the petticoats
were elegant drawers made of black dyed silk, with tiny black bows at
the leg hems.

Further inspection revealed a narrow black ribbon draw string about her
waist to hold up this noteworthy specimen of ladies' undergarments! The
sight was so very provocative that it threw Prince Henry in a frenzy of
lust to fuck his dearest love to a standstill. The pause had given
Prudence time to guess what he intended, and she kicked up her legs and
tried to regain control of her person. But she was no match for the
Prince's frantic desire, and in a trice he lay flat on her belly and
with a fierce push forced his cock deep into her wet-lipped pussy!

She cried out in dismay then, at the instant of penetration, but the
Prince was firmly set in his resolve and began to fuck her forcefully.
"No, this must not be, Your Highness!" Prudence exclaimed. "I cannot
permit you to poke me during the year of mourning! It is an insult to
my late husband."

"But he mistreated you my dearest, and you despised him for a wild
beast!" the Prince panted as he fucked her furiously.

"That does not alter the case," she retorted, "he was still my husband,
whatever he did to me."

"He threw you down on the grass in the garden and assaulted you front
and rear!" the Prince gasped, almost on the short strokes now.

"It was his right to make any use of my body he wished," said Prudence,
wriggling strongly underneath the Prince in an effort to unseat him
from the saddle in which he rode hard.

"He neglected you for other woman!" cried the Prince. "He fucked every
woman in the court except you!"

"Whatever other ladies he may have used for his pleasure, he fucked me
never less than twice a day throughout all the years of our marriage!"
Prudence exclaimed in a near shriek.

At another time this revelation would have brought the Prince up short
in his tracks, Frobisham had been having full usage of Prudence's
lovely body day after day while her Royal admirer was fobbed off in her
hand! But as it transpired, Prudence's confession was spoken in vain,
Prince Henry had passed far beyond the point of hearing and his mind
was a sensual turbulence of delight as he fucked his dearest love for
the very first time.

The bliss, it could be rightly said, resided quite as much in his mind
as in his cock, and so very delicious was it that the Prince moaned
continuously in a delirium of sexual enchantment. Aroused to this high
degree, the poke was necessarily of brief duration. A wave of sensation
throbbed through his body, and he screamed in delight to feel the gush
of his essence into her.

"This is too much it is beyond all bearing! I am going to swoon!"
Prudence moaned. Then with a pitiful shriek as if she were expiring,
she came off herself and her hot belly shuddered in delight to receive
the Royal cream. Prince Henry was certain that his difficulties were
now over, and that having been fucked once, darling Prudence would
never again refuse him. In this he was incorrect, for hardly was he
dismounted from her lovely saddle, than she covered her scarlet
blushing face with her hands and asked him to leave her at once and not
return. For all his loving pleading, the Prince found he could not
change her mind. The most she would concede to him was that if he found
it convenient to call upon her this day twelvemonth, she would be happy
then to see him.

When he reminded her that she too, had reached the pinnacle of ecstasy
and come off at the same time he had, he believed he had a convincing
point of argument. Alas, he was informed that the involuntary sexual
spasm he had forced on her merely made things worse. Since he shown
himself unable to control his emotions, Prudence declared, and to
respect her honor, he must stay away from her until such time as she
was wholly free to dispose of her person as she wished

"But dearest one," said the Prince in dismay, "there is no reason to
banish me from your side. Let me continue to call on you, and all shall
be as it was before, I will give you solemn word never again to assault
your honor. I will make you happy with tongue and fingers, happier than
you have ever been, and your delightful little knot hole shall be the
recipient of my regular emissions."

"It cannot be," said Prudence, "for I no longer trust you to keep your
word to me. If I let you have such close access to my person, you would
before long take forbidden liberties. When I turned my back and bared
my bottom to receive your desire, you would trick me, and I would feel
your shaft up my pussy instead of the lesser orifice. No, only a
complete absence and distance between us will preserve my honor for the
forthcoming twelve months."

Prince Henry stared at her in opened mouthed dismay while she tenderly
put away his limp and sticky cock in his trousers and fastened his
buttons. "There," she said, "all is done between us for now. Ahead of
us lie many months of sorrow and frustration, but what must be must be.
You may kiss me goodbye."

The Prince threw his arms about her and kissed her tenderly, hoping to
persuade her to change her mind. He even attempted to get a hand up her
clothes to stroke her pussy again and reduce her to compliance with
sensations of delight, but she clamped her legs close together and
grasped his wrist to stop him. "But Prudence how will you be comforted
with neither me nor Frobisham to bring you off regularly?" the Prince
asked. "And how shall I be consoled?"

"No lady will ever admit to pleasuring her own pussy with her fingers,"
Prudence sighed, her beautiful face blushing pink as a damask rose,
"yet this must suffice to content me until I am free again to seek your
embrace again."

"Will you think of me, my darling girl?" asked the Prince.

"Every time I pleasure myself," she answered faintly. "Three or four
times each day, I shall hold fast in my mind the image of you, and
pretend to myself it is your hand between my legs."

"I've never heard of anything more romantic," the Prince said in an
awed voice. "Give me a keepsake, Prudence, to keep fresh in my heart
the memory of our love until the slow wheel of time revolves and
reunites us in bliss."

Prudence rose to her feet, a proud smile on her face, and he with her,
and whilst she conducted him to the door, she handed him the black silk
kerchief that had bound up her golden hair, the kerchief that was now
sodden with the Prince's essence. He put it in his pocket and thanked
her, then at the door, before Prudence could open it, he went down on
one knee before her and pressed fond kisses on her hands. "I would have
hoped for a different keepsake," he whispered, "one with more intimate
connections, to remind me daily of your beauty and the divine joy we
shall some day have together when I am permitted to fuck you."

Prudence took his meaning, and nodded her consent. He reached up under
her clothes and removed her black silk drawers, kissed them reverently
and placed them, neatly folded, in his pocket. "Goodbye, dearest
Henry," she murmured as he touched his lips to hers in a tender kiss of
farewell.

"Oh, I say, Prudence," he sighed, "my cock is hard again at the very
touch of your lips on mine, will you not take pity on me one last time
on the eve of our long separation?"

She would not let him touch her pussy again, not her titties, even
through her clothes, but she undid his trousers again and brought out
Lord Dickey and stroked him. When the Prince began to breathe quickly,
her mouth opened a little to permit the tip of his wet tongue to enter
in and touch hers. The Prince's very stiff cock was soon throbbing
strongly in her dainty hand, and knowing his moment to be close, she
rubbed up and down faster and harder, until his legs were shaking
beneath him.

"Promise me faithfully you will allow no other female hand to touch
your dear cock," she demanded of the Prince. Whether or not he would
have given her so large and binding a promise cannot be surely known
for at this instant the Prince cried out, his loins jerked in quick
spasms, and his creamy sap began to spurt. To protect her dress from
his creamy emission, in a flash Prudence pushed his cock inside his
trousers and worked it hard, spraying his sticky essence up his belly
under his shirt.

"Goodbye, my dearest Henry," she whispered, "remember me by that until
we can be together again." An instant later the Prince found himself
outside her door, his trouser buttons gaping wide, his cock still
shaken by tiny tremors, and his shirt front stuck to his belly. He had
poked Prudence at last, but much good it had done him!

CHAPTER 17
An Ill Considered Bargain

Though fate is wholly inscrutable, it may sometimes seem to be kind,
and whilst taking away with one hand gives freely with the other,
though not necessarily anything of advantage, let it be noted. The
afternoon of the very next day after the Prince was turned
disconsolately away from Lady Frobisham, there occurred something of
more importance than he then realized.

Lunch had been a wretched lonely meal, for he had no appetite for food
after his disappointment of the morning, and he lay on the green velvet
sofa in his own drawing room, alone with his own melancholy thoughts.
His trousers were unbuttoned and his hand clasped on his hard on and
throbbing shaft, whilst he called up to mind the delight he had in
fucking Prudence, even though she had not wished it. In the midst of
his reverie, in came Bilston to interrupt him. if you will pardon the
intrusion, Your Highness, said the valet in solemn tones, there is a
lady inquiring if she may be granted an interview.

"It is Lady Frobisham?" the Prince demanded, and eagerly he sat up into
a sitting position, his still shaft nodding.

"No, it is a lady named Mrs. Willoughby- Codrington," the valet
replied, "will you see her?"

"I may as well," the Prince said despondently, "for the most dismal
thoughts come to oppress me here on my own, now my dear Prudence is
lost to me for twelve months. Bring the lady in." Before doing so the
valet went down on one leg to tuck away the Prince's hard swollen cock
under his shirt and fasten the buttons of his trousers for him.

Myrtle Willoughby - Codrington swept into the drawing room past the
bowing valet when he announced her, looking very regal and quite
formidable in an ensemble of dark green bombazine, with a large hat
adorned with silk flowers. She curtseyed respectfully to the Prince,
who had risen to receive her, and launched at once into a recital of
her grievances.

The previous day, said she, a solicitor had called uninvited upon Mr.
Willoughby - Codrington at home, and had shown him a copy of what
purported to be a confession signed by Captain Bolsover. In this the
Captain, who was nowhere to be found now in London, implicated
Willoughby - Codrington in a deliberate and disgraceful scheme of card
sharping.

The solicitor, whose visiting card pronounced him to be a Mr. Hardover
Natchet, then proceeded to inform the dumbfounded Willoughby Codrington
that unless he complied in all respects with proposals shortly to be
revealed to him, a sworn copy of the document would be delivered the
next day by registered post to every member of the house of commons and
to every peer sitting in the house of lords, and also every newspaper
editor in the metropolis, for publication.

"But why do I tell you this?" exclaimed Myrtle. "You know it already,
for Mr. Natchet was acting on your instructions, though he did not say
so. If he carried out his threat, my husband is a ruined man, shunned
by society and cast out from his club!"

"Precisely so," said Prince Henry, smiling at the thought. "I fear you
are married to a blackguard, Myrtle. I have no qualms about ruining
him, if he will not accede to my demands."

"But Your Highness, I beg you to be reasonable in what you ask of him.
The money you lost at baccarat will be repaid, in fact I have it here
in my reticule, to hand to you now. There is over one thousand five
hundred pounds cash in Bank of England notes."

A smile of triumph passed over the Prince's handsome face to hear that
the cash would shortly be in his hand. "The note for the same amount
held by Sir Nathan Rosenburg, Myrtle continued, has been paid off, as
Mr. Natchet requested, though to find over three thousand pounds at
short notice has left my husband almost penniless and without
resources."

"How very sad," the Prince murmured politely. Myrtle opened the clasp
of her capacious reticule and brought out packs of new bank notes. When
the Prince made no move to take them from her, but thrust his hands
into his pockets as if in scorn, she spread the money on the carpet at
his feet.

"All Mr. Natchet's demand's have been complied with," she said humbly,
seeing that Prince Henry was not in a forgiving sort of mood, "but for
one, and I am here to implore you to remit that one. My husband would
have entreated you himself, but I thought you would be more likely to
need a woman's tears than a man's."

"Pish! said the Prince. You are here instead of him for an obvious
reason, because Willoughby Codrington hopes the memory of our happy
fucking together will soften my anger toward him, that's the truth of
it. What is the condition he objects to?"

"The demand that he must leave London bag and baggage and not return in
the next five years," said Myrtle, her voice tremulous. "Do you not
see, Your Highness, that it is only here, in the capital of the Empire,
where the aristocracy and gilded youth assemble, that his abilities may
be put to best use."

"That's why I made it a condition," the Prince told her with a smile.
"Let him go and ply his cheating trade in Liverpool or Bristol, or some
other city where the sons of rich provincial merchants can be gulled
out of their father's fortunes. I will not have him in London, and that
is final."

"Your Highness, I beg you on my knees," said Myrtle, suiting the action
to the word by placing herself in a kneeling position and raising her
gray gloved hands in supplication.

"You waist your effort," said Prince Henry, "this theatrical mummery
does not touch my heart." Myrtle Willoughby Codrington paused for a
second thought, her shrewd eyes fixed on the Prince, not on his
handsome face, for she had lowered her gaze to his trousers. Throughout
all their conversation his cock had been hard on and upright within his
clothing, the condition his dream of Lady Prudence had brought about
and in which Bilston had found him, and it had not gone down. His hands
were thrust deep in his pockets and his fingers stroked secretly up and
down.

Observing this slight motion under the cloth that covered the Princely
part, Myrtle smiled knowingly and reached out to touch the bulge she
espied. In a trice she had his buttons undone and her hand in his
trousers to take hold of his heavy cock. "I know the way to your
heart," she said, as she turned up his shirt and dragged his cock out
into the open, "for in happier times you showed me."

"Really!" the Prince exclaimed, trying to pull away from her hold on
his cock, it being very clear in his mind that it was fucking Myrtle
that had been the cause of much of his trouble. She thwarted his
attempted withdrawal by clasping him tighter, her gloved hand sliding
vigorously up and down.

"I do believe you were playing with yourself, Your Highness," she said,
a smirk on her face, "that surely cannot be condoned in one of superior
rank and position. The act of self abuse is for young gentlemen who
cannot find a lady to accommodate their natural desires."

"You presume to tell me if I may not bring myself to a fetch off if I
choose to!" the Prince exclaimed. "You forget your position, Mrs.
Willoughby Codrington!"

"Well, what is this?" she cried, ignoring his rebuke, for in playing
with his cock she had opened his trousers wider yet and encountered a
garment of thin black material enclosing his loins. Before he could
object, she undid his braces and had his trousers down to his ankles,
exposing his secret. "Female,drawers!" she said, her eyebrows rising
up. "And in black! With black lace about the legs, very choice! What is
the meaning of this, Your Highness?"

"That is none of your business," the Prince replied. But to gaze down
and see himself wearing dearest Prudence's drawers, and his throbbing
cock sticking out through the forward slit, was so arousing to him that
his breath caught in his throat and his voice died away.

"But why shouldn't a gentleman wear a lady's drawers if to do so gives
him a thrill?" Myrtle mused, and her gray gloved hand moved lightly on
the princely cock. "It is my experience that most gentlemen want
nothing better than to get their hand into a lady's drawers, and then
to get their cocks in through the front opening to reach her pussy.
Then why not himself wear the drawers and poke out through them,
instead of into them?"

Her words were the most arrant nonsense, but her manipulation of the
Prince's cock was causing thrills of delight to course through his
belly. This added to the delight he felt in seeing Prudence's dainty
drawers about his own person raised him up to near ecstasy, and it was
the easiest thing in the world to tell himself he could enjoy what
Myrtle had to offer and afterwards send her away.

Myrtle removed her fruit bedecked hat in order to bring her flushed
face near to the Prince's thighs, resplendent in black material. This
done, she took the head of his cock in between her lips and lapped at
it with the flat of her tongue. The Prince's sighs of bliss convinced
her that she had him in her power, and she removed his quivering cock
from her mouth to enable to speak and so weave the enchantment closer.
"So very strong and masterful a cock," she murmured, holding it full
handed and rubbing up and down briskly, royally firm and thick, so
dominating, "there is no female in the realm who could resist parting
her legs to receive its majestic length in her pussy!"

"But there is one who can resist," Prince Henry sighed.

"Is she the one whose drawers you wear?" Myrtle asked in a tone
confidential and understanding. "Was it your intention to bring
yourself off in them because they represent the closest that Your
Highness is allowed to approach to her person?"

"You have guessed my secret," Prince Henry whispered, and his face was
white from the sudden agony of remembering.

"Whoever this lady is, she is unworthy of the name of woman," declared
Myrtle. "Dismiss her completely from your thoughts, Your Highness, wipe
her from your memory. It is not for a royal personage to despair over a
disobliging female, his birthright is to accept the rightful homage
that other females gladly pay to his bodily endowment."

Her words brought comfort and cheer to the youthful Prince's heart,
just as her hands brought sensations of acute pleasure to his throbbing
cock. He leaned over to unbutton her dark green jacket, and bodice of
her bombasine dress, reached inside and levered her plump titties out
of her silk chemise, so that they hung over it like two pumpkins on a
window sill.

When he rose to stand upright again, Myrtle's bouncing white playthings
were out of his reach, but he placed his hands on her shoulders for
support and stared down at her titties with burning eyes. The Prince's
cock was standing fiercely upwards within her clasped fingers, and
Myrtle smiled up into his flushed face, a smile in which cunning was
mingled with amusement. "Where shall you fetch off, Your Highness?" she
asked him. "Is it to be in your drawers, or in my hand?"

"Do not stain the drawers!" Prince Henry gasped. "They are a keep sake
to remind me of what can never be."

An instant later he cried out as his belly twitched, and he fetched off
profusely. Myrtle stared in triumph at his cock to observe the royal
emission, a sight worthy of close attention, for his creamy essence
came spurting out strongly, to rain down like a spring shower upon her
exposed titties, and also on the Bank of England note that were spread
about his feet. "Oh, what happiness!" she exclaimed. "What ineffable
bliss to see the royal sap shooting! The privilege of observing this!"

When Prince Henry had ceased to shake, he stretched out both hands in
friendship to Myrtle and drew her to her feet. He felt the warm wetness
on her palm, and turned it over to gaze joyously at the dark patch
where his sap soaked through the thin glove, then raised it to his lips
and kissed it.

"It's as well that you were wearing female drawers," said she perkily,
"for I have none on."

"Oh, Myrtle you planned all along to be fucked by me," the Prince said.
She drew up her clothes at the front for him to put hid hand up her
skirt and feel between her thighs. As she had indicated, they were warm
and bare and smooth. With a sigh of pleasure the Prince passed his hand
up higher until he clasped her pussy in his palm.

"Well Your Highness, do you mean to fuck me, or is a fetch off in my
hand sufficient?" Myrtle inquired roguishly.

"You shall be fucked unconscious!" declared the Prince, and just as she
was, her plump titties exposed by her disarranged clothing, he hitched
up his trousers and led her out from his drawing room and into his
bedroom, and there stripped her naked with his own hands.

She assisted him to remove his own clothes, until he stood only in the
black silk female drawers. "What of these Your Highness?" said she,
sliding her hand down over the soft bulge of his slack cock hanging
inside of them. "Will you keep them on while you fuck me? Or are they
to come off, so that I can be sure it is me that you are fucking, and
not some other lady in your mind?"

"Off with them," exclaimed the Prince. "I intend to poke you whole
heatedly Myrtle, and with me no mental reservations or sad
afterthoughts. Regret for the past is a foolish notion, only the
present hour is of importance!" Having uttered this gem of philosophy,
Prince Henry slipped into bed with Myrtle Willoughby Codrington, both
stark naked and in broad daylight! So very lewd a proceeding was
immensely arousing, the Prince's manly cock stood hard on again, while
Myrtle, without being asked, lay on her back and spread wide her legs.

The Prince passed a hand over her titties, where his creamy fluid had
splashed over them, rubbing his fingertips in the warm slipperiness on
her skin. With his cupped palm he took up the essence, and placed his
hand in between Myrtle's open thighs and rubbed it on the pouting lips
of her pussy.

At the feel of the warm sticky wetness on her intimate parts, Myrtle's
eyes rolled upwards in her head, until only the whites showed, her legs
twitching in the instant paroxysm of coming off. Prince Henry was
flattered beyond all reasoning by the consideration that his Royal
emission had the power to bring on the sensual spasm in females by
merely being rubbed on their skin, and his virile strength renewed
itself with out delay.

The sweet after throes of passion still held sway in Myrtle's belly
when, in a sudden movement the Prince turned about in the bed and put
his face between her naked thighs. His hot tongue thrust into her open
split and brought a faint shriek of delight to her lips. "Oh, my
Prince," she said, her fat bottom squirming in joy.

His penetrating tongue licked at her hidden button with skillful
caresses, and almost at once Myrtle shrieked again and came off with
thrashing limbs and heaving belly. Prince Henry laughed aloud to see
his complete power over her sensual spasm, and flung himself between
her thighs and on her belly. His hand was between her legs to part the
wet lips wider yet, preparing the way for his hard cock. A second later
Myrtle cried out again to feel the stiff Princely length thrusting deep
into her belly.

"Dearest Prince," she cried, her loins jibbing up and down in frantic
desire, her pussy clinging lustfully about his shaft to make it render
up its tribute of creamy elixir to her. The Prince gasped in his ardent
pleasure, plunging in and out in short thrusts. The hot tide of lust
rose even higher in him, and in Myrtle. His hands clung tight to her
soft titties, Myrtle pressed her mouth to his in a sucking kiss, her
tongue deep in his mouth. The Prince moaned in bliss and jerked wildly
in the clasp of her arms to the sudden gush of his essence into her wet
pussy.

"My Prince, My Prince!" she cried out as his spurting shaft throbbed
inside her. For a long time she shuddered and shook underneath him.
Then both were finished, and lay in soft languid contentment, their wet
lips still close joined. In this Myrtle was more knowledgeable than
Prince Henry, for the warm clasp of her pussy on his shaft imparted a
sensation that prevented it from becoming wholly limp and small. It
grew half slack, but soon the tiny tremors that Myrtle set up by the
method of clenching and loosening repeatedly in slow rhythm the muscles
of her plump belly, caused the Princely shaft to grow to full size
again, not ten minutes after he had come off.

"I say Myrtle," said the Prince, very self satisfied at this happy turn
of events, "I want to fuck you again."

"Do you indeed," she retorted, as if unaware of the stiff cock up her
pussy as she sighed. "But you just have Your Highness, do you suppose
my poor pussy is of infinite capacity, and that you can continue to
pour gallons of royal cream into it without it overflowing down my
thighs? I can feel a trickle of it now."

Her words caused the Prince to gasp and his shaft to twitch, as she
intended they should. "Let me see," he gasped, diving head first down
underneath the bedclothes to inspect Myrtle's well parted thighs at
close range. To do this required him to pull out his cock from its snug
resting place, but promised the sweet delight of sliding back inside in
a short time.

From between the slightly parted lips of her pussy trickled a drop or
two of viscous fluid onto the pale skin of her thigh. Prince Henry
stared in amazed delight at this appearance of his emission, which to
his mind proved that he had gushed so much of his royal essence into
her belly that it began to overflow! The notion flattered his high
estimate of his own abilities and he conceived a great letch to gush
more and more into Myrtle, until the creamy spend flowed down to her
knees!

He righted himself in the bed, determined to mount Myrtle and do her
again. He did not understand why she too moved, rolling on her side and
drawing up her knees, but as he came right way up and laid his head on
the pillow, he saw to his astonishment that she was out of bed
altogether and standing beside it. "What are you doing, Myrtle?" he
inquired.

She made no reply at first, her actions saying all, for she had put on
Prudence's fine black drawers that the Prince had taken off with the
rest of his clothing. "Oh!" said the Prince, watching very closely as
she drew the garment up her thighs and bum and tied the string in a
neat bow over her belly button. She stood at the bedside with a smile
on her face, then flung back the bedclothes from the recumbent Prince
and threw a leg across him and straddled him. He gazed up to find her
seated astride his belly, her chubby titties hanging above him like
ripe fruit on a tree bough, for which he reached greedily.

"I found you pining away for a lady in black drawers," Myrtle said, a
knowing smile on her face, "and so you shall have one. Is my pussy in
this intimate garment any less cock stirring for you than the lady's
you were thinking of?"

Prince Henry stared at her plump belly swelling out the front of the
garment, her well rounded thighs filling out the legs, and he parted
the front opening to look at the patch of curls within. He did more
than look, he put his hand inside to feel the slippery wet lips of
Myrtle's warm pussy, and part them. I named you rightly, said he with a
chuckle, I wish it were within my powers to raise you to the peerage as
the Countess of Hornsey Rise.

"Oh, yes," she agreed, "I am very familiar with Hornsey Rise, Your
Highness, and also with other interesting locations that lie outside
the metropolis, Cockfosters and Hornchurch, for two examples. I venture
to say that there is not a Peeress of the realm better acquainted with
the ways of gentleman's horns and cock stands than me."

"True, how very true," the Prince agreed.

"Yet within the capital there are thoroughfares frequented by gentlemen
with a letch for a sensual spasm," said Myrtle, her fingers steering
the Prince's hard cock to the lips of her wet pussy. "I am sure you are
familiar with Horn alley and Cock Lane, Your Highness." So saying, she
pushed forward with her belly and drove the Prince's cock deep into her
hairy split.

"Ah!" he exclaimed in delight. "A slow saunter up Horn Alley seems to
me an admiral thought, dearest Myrtle."

"I know you dare not ask Her Majesty the Queen to bestow upon me the
title of Hornsey Rise," she continued, "therefore it is up to you to
make me another gift instead. No gracious Prince ever yet sent his
countess away empty handed after her tender devotion to his royal
person. That would be a breach of manners, an invasion of noblesse
oblige, as the aristocracy say."

The luscious sheath of warm flesh in which the Prince's cock was
embedded clasped and released it, imparting blissful little thrills,
weakening his stern resolve. "I know what you are asking of me," he
gasped, "a change in the conditions imposed on Willoughby Codrington.
There must be something else that would be more appropriate."

"You refuse then?" Myrtle demanded, the delicious movement of her pussy
ceasing suddenly, and the Prince fell silent.

"Then I shall dress and depart," she said coldly, but not yet moving
off his throbbing cock, "and leave you on your own. After I am gone you
may satisfy your desire by committing self abuse into these absurd
black drawers, just as you were doing when I arrived. Two or three
fetch offs by hand will calm you down, though the drawers will be
soaked through and spoiled."

"I offer a bargain," cried Prince Henry, frantic to come off,
Willoughby Codrington shall remain in London and continue at his
cheating trade, "but on two conditions."

"Name them," said Myrtle, her tone more friendly, while her hands moved
across the Prince's belly.

"First, I must have full access to you, Myrtle, at any time I wish, to
fuck however and whenever. You must agree to this, to let me have you
freely, and Willoughby Codrington must consent, and sign a paper to
that effect."

"Agreed," said Myrtle at once, "and the other condition?"

"Willoughby Codrington shall pay to me one third part of his winnings
at the gaming table for the next five years."

"What!" exclaimed Myrtle, her bare titties shaking in the agitation of
her sudden start. "But that is extortionate!"

"Not in the least," Prince Henry told her, his hands playing over her
belly and down between her wide spread thighs, wherein his hot cock was
thrust, "I think it is very reasonable. Look at it as the cost of a
license to operate a gambling casino."

"But my body is payment enough," Myrtle objected, "the use of my pussy
is more than adequate as a fee!"

"Much as I admire your pussy and adore fucking you," Prince Henry
replied, "you have yourself informed me, not long since, that a
handsome young Prince can have practically any female he lusts after.
High born lady, merchants wife, schoolgirl, slut or parlor maid, he may
fuck virtually whomsoever he wishes. Then if thousands and thousands of
pussies are at my disposal, why should I pay a high price for the use
of yours, Myrtle?"

"You insult me!" she cried tearfully. "That ever I should be humiliated
so bitterly! You are cruel, cruel!"

"Do not presume to speak to me of humiliation," the Prince replied
coldly enough, "for I still remember the afternoon when you invited me
to your home to fuck you, and at the crucial moment of our poke in
strode Willoughby Codrington with two servants, by prior arrangement,
to catch me at the very moment of coming off between your legs! Your
pussy was the bait in Willoughby Codrington's trap."

"I plead most humbly for your pardon," said Myrtle, seeing he was on an
outburst of temper that would put paid to her scheme. "I never wanted
to do it, you must believe me. My husband was deaf to my pleading and
relentless in forcing me into it against my will! To be fucked by your
Highness is the joy of my life, to have that sudden bliss turned into a
snare caused me shame and anguish."

"Bah!" the Prince exclaimed, "do you take me for a fool? I know that
you and he are partners in entrapping gentlemen by losses at the card
table and by the offer of your body."

"It's not true, I assure you!" said Myrtle. "I hate what he makes me
do, but he is my husband and I have no choice."

"Then I will give you a choice now," said the Prince, "choose whether
or not to accept my conditions, or face ruin. What do you say, is it
yes or no?"

"You drive a hard bargain," said Myrtle, quite in control of herself
again, "but on behalf of my husband I accept both of your conditions. I
shall bare myself for you to fuck whenever you shall wish, and he shall
pay you a third part of his winnings."

"Have you his authority to agree to this?" the Prince asked, and when
Myrtle assured him that she had full authority of her husband to reach
terms with His Highness, he smiled and said he thought her a clever
woman.

"Are we to be friends, then?" she asked, her pussy squeezing his
embedded cock.

"On the basis agreed, we can be the best of friends, although I
naturally wish to have the one third agreement confirmed in writing,
with Willoughby Codrington's signature on it."

"You shall have it before the day is out," Myrtle promised.

"Top hole! To seal the bargain, Myrtle, as you are seated on my cock,
you may fuck me now."

"Most certainly, Your Highness," she said smiling again.

With that, she placed her hands on his hips and commenced to ride up
and down upon him vigorously. Hard cock slid in wet soft pussy,
creating sensations so glorious that both partners in this sensual act
were like to faint away in pleasure.

"Do you think me a slut?" Myrtle sighed through her delight. "Am I a
bad woman, to let my husband make improper use of my bodily charms as I
possess to further his schemes?"

"But does he make use of you for his own lustful pleasure?" the Prince
asked with a voice shaking with sensual emotion.

"Almost never," said Myrtle, "he has taken up with Lady Rhoda Purbright
and calls on her four times a week when his Lordship is at his club.
She dresses him in her housemaids clothes and spanks his backside to
bring him off. He has not fucked me since last Christmas Eve."

"You are a dutiful wife to him," Prince Henry sighed back, as he jerked
up his loins to meet her downward thrusts, "but now I fully expect you
to fully deny him all access to your charming person and be a dutiful
mistress to me."

Casual poking with a Prince of the blood was pleasant enough, but the
prospect of holding the historic and esteemed position of Royal
Mistress aroused Myrtle to the apex of satisfaction. A long moan of
delight escaped her and she flung her bare body forward to lie on the
Prince, pressing her hot mouth to his in a ravaging kiss. Her plump
titties were squashed on his chest, his gripping fingers sank deep into
the flesh of her thrusting bum, whilst her pussy milked him so
skillfully that in five more seconds she had him fetched off.

Prince Henry cried out in bliss to feel the ecstatic throbs that
brought his cream surging up his leaping shaft and into the lovely
Myrtle's clinging pussy. In his mind was the deeply satisfying thought
that he had taken her away from Willoughby Codrington and secured her
allegiance to himself.

In this he was mistaken, for the reverse was more nearly the truth, as
events two years later were to prove. The bankruptcy and flight to
France of young Lord Ellton raised a scandal in society that overtook
Willoughby - Codrington and exposed to view his cheating, with legal
circumstances.

The reputation of Prince Henry was threatened in the acrimony that then
ensued, but readers of this account will understand that His Highness
had no motives of malice, nor greed for gain, but acted as he did from
the prompting of his natural desires. He had forgotten the lesson his
doting Aunt Charlotte tried to instill in him by means of her Lady in
Waiting laying a cane hard across his bare bum.

THE END