Indecent: 15 Erotic Victorian Romance Story Box Set (31 page)

Chapter 36

This shortest of chapters may be passed over in moments as nothing
of import can be found to occur here, consider it an interval if you will.

Chapter 37

Mr Bummer had married Mrs Cornhole and become master of the
workhouse. In the two months since their rampant sex sessions had dwindled to
nothing. “I sold myself,” he said to nobody in particular whilst sat in their
little room, “for silver teaspoons and two failed attempts at anal. I went very
cheap, very cheap indeed.”

“Failed because of your flaccid cock,” said a shrill voice
in his ear.

Mr Bummer turned and saw the face of his consort had
overheard him. “Mrs Bummer,” he said with sternness.

“Are you going to sit there all day?” Mrs Bummer inquired.
“Or are you going to bring that thing to life.”

“I shall just sit here I think.”

At that his wife burst into tears. He picked up his hat from
a peg and sauntered towards the door. The next thing he knew his hat was on the
floor and his trousers round his ankles. Mrs Bummer grabbed his cock and did
her best to induce it to harden but her hands, her lips and even her tongue
could do nothing to arouse it. Mr Bummer was beaten. He thrust her away, found
his hat and took off into the street, bumping straight into a stranger.

“Do I know you sir?” he asked, brushing his coat down and
attempting to regain his authority.

“I have seen you before. You were beadle once.”

“I was.”

“What are you now?”

“Master of the workhouse.”

“Then let me buy you a drink master of the workhouse.”

“Capital.”

The stranger smiled and together they entered the nearest
public house. The first gulp of liquor brought water to Mr Bummer’s eyes.

“Listen to me,” said the stranger. “I came to this place to
find you. Carry your memory back nineteen years to the birth of a girl.”

“That is a long time ago.”

“Night in the workhouse. A girl was born, later apprenticed
to a brothel and onward to London.”

“You mean Olivia Twist. I remember that young slut well.”

“I care not for her. It’s the woman that nursed his mother
that I seek,”

“She died last winter.”

The man stared at him, his gaze slowly becoming vacant as if
lost in thought. At last he rose as if to depart.

“I know of one who knew her,” said Mr Bummer thinking an
opportunity had arisen for revenge on his wife.

“How might I find her?”

“Through me.”

“When?”

“Tomorrow.”

“At nine,” said the stranger, writing an address on a scrap
of paper and handing it to the downtrodden former beadle. “Bring her there,” he
said, “and keep it secret.”

“”What name am I to ask for?”

“Spunks,” replied the man as he strode to the door and away
into the night.

Chapter 38

It was a dull evening when Mr and Mrs Bummer made their way
to the address in question, wrapped in garments that protected them from rain
and sheltered them from observation. They went on in silence, Mr Bummer often
glancing at his wife to check she was still by his side.

The house in question lay over the river, the piles on which
it stood tottering and bending over the dark stream as if ready to sink at any
moment.

“Hello there,” cried a voice from above as they stepped into
the broken doorway. “I’ll be with you directly.”

“Is that the man?” asked Mrs Bummer as they waited.

Mr Bummer nodded in the affirmative.

“Say little,” she snapped as Spunks appeared and beckoned
them into an empty room.

“Is this the woman?”

“That is,” replied the former beadle.

A peal of thunder followed a flash of lightning, the whole
building shaking. “You were with the hag when she died,” asked Spunks.

“I was.”

“What did she communicate?”

“That depends what the communication is worth?” the woman observed.

“There may be money depending on what was said. Did she wear
something?”

“What’s it worth?”

“Perhaps nothing. Perhaps twenty pounds. Speak and let me
know which.”

“Add five to your sum in gold and a firm cock and I will
tell.”

“What if I pay for nothing?”

“Then you may take it away again. I am here unprotected.”

Spunks held out a canvas bag, counting out twenty five
sovereigns and handing them to the woman. Mr Bummer began to protest as to the
second part of the bargain but was silenced with many aspersions as to his
manhood. He at last stepped aside as his wife lifted her dress to her waist and
invited Spunks to inspect the goods available to him.

Spunks pronounced them sound and undid the buttons of his trousers,
pulling free his cock which was already hardened in anticipation.

Mr Bummer felt a stirring within himself as his wife bent
over a ruinous table and presented her behind to their purchaser. Spunks
entered her without pause as Mr Bummer’s cock began to harden for the first
time in weeks. As he watched the stranger fuck his mouth he at last felt
capable, hearing her moans as she pressed back onto the cock inside her.

Moving around the table he grabbed his wife’s face and
thrust himself into her mouth, fucking her with gay abandon whilst watching her
eyes shine with light. He was soon desirous of being in her and as such lay on
the table, lifting her onto him. She sank onto his prick, her pussy swallowing
him as Spunks clambered onto her back and eased himself into the only other
available hole.

Mrs Bummer groaned with delight as the two men fucked her at
once, her clit throbbing with desire as she was held in place, the centre of
their attention, the sole producer of their arousal. She swore loudly, imploring
them both to move faster after such an enforced dry spell as she had endured
until then. She came as they slammed into her, orgasming twice in quick
succession before begging them to come in her. This they did shortly after, Mr
Bummer first spurting into her pussy whilst kissing her and Spunks spunking
shortly afterwards into her posterior. “Now speak,” he said as he stepped back
to the floor and helped her to her feet.

“The old woman died when we were alone.”

“None were near you?”

“Not a soul.”

“Go on.”

“She spoke of a young woman brought in who died in
childbirth. The child was the one you named last night. She stole from the
corpse the item I believe you desire.”

“What of it?”

“She sold it.”

“The deuce she did. I’ll not be played with.”

“She left a pawnbroker’s duplicate and I bought it.” She
held out a bag containing a gold locket. Within were two locks of hair and a
plain gold wedding ring. “It has the word Agnes engraved inside,” she added.
“What do you propose to do with it?”

“This,” replied Spunks, lifting a trapdoor at their feet and
hurling the locket into the turbulent water exposed beneath. It fell straight
and vanished with barely a splash. “It is gone and we may break up our party.
Keep silent I insist or worse will come of you both. Now get away from here.”

They were no sooner gone than Spunks called to a figure
hidden in the darkness and together they returned to the chamber they had so
recently quitted.

Chapter 39

On the evening that followed Bill Sikes awoke from a nap and
growled an inquiry as to the time.

“Not long gone seven,” replied Nancy who was sat beside him,
stroking his cock to help wake him. “How do you feel?”

“Weak as water.”

“At least one part of you is firm,” she said, sinking her
face to his cock and taking him into her mouth. She licked the burning hot
flesh of his rigid shaft as he lay back and groaned. In a minute she had
aroused him so much he could last no longer, shooting cum into her mouth which
she swallowed quickly. His head began to swim as Nancy licked the last drops
from him and he struck her, forcing her away.

“What did you do that for?”

“Stop snivelling and be still for my head is pounding.”

“Such nights as I’ve nursed you and that is your response. I
should have left you to masturbate alone.” With that she slumped to the floor
in a dead faint.

“Quit your whining. Oh look, you feeble girl.”

“What’s the matter here?” asked Getin, sticking her head in
the door with Fucker beside him.

“The girl has passed out. I need to speak to her.”

“We’ll solve that,” said Getin, lifting Nancy’s dress from
her body and lying her naked on the floor. It took only a few seconds of Fucker
sucking one nipple and Getin on the other to rouse her. She blinked her eyes
open and pulled Fucker towards her, kissing him as he fumbled with his
breeches. His cock was soon free and sooner still inside her whilst Getin sat
on her face, guiding her tongue up into the dripping pussy above her lips.

Fucker fucked her admirably as he stroked her clit, bringing
her to orgasm before spurting deep into her as Getin rocked on her face,
reaching her own climax a moment later.

“You’re a fine pair,” said Sikes as he watched them regain
their poise and lift Nancy into a chair. “Leaving me here these three weeks
alone.”

“Don’t take on so Bill,” said Getin. “We bring vittles for
us all.

As they ate Sikes continued to grumble, watching Nancy sip
at liquor until she was at last calm. “I need funds,” said Bill at last.

After a great deal of haggling Getin handed over three
pounds four and sixpence. The deal struck, Getin and Fucker went with Nancy to
their abode to collect the funds. There they found the other girls playing at
strip cribbage, half in half clothes and half in none at all, the game well
progressed. A knock at the door sent all scattering for their clothes and a
moment later Spunks was admitted.

“Any news?” asked Getin.

“Good. Let me have a word.” They retired upstairs and a
moment later, Nancy had removed her shoes and hastened silently after them,
listening at their door. She observed through the keyhole the sight of Spunks
on his back and Getin riding him as if he were a racehorse. Fifteen minutes
later she descended and they came soon after before descending also.

Nancy was given the money by Getin and once in the street
she rushed to Sikes and handed it to him. “A drink and a fuck Bill?” she asked
and he nodded in response.

She poured him a glass and then stripped out of her dress,
pulling his clothes from him and pushing him back onto his sickbed. She brought
him to life with her hands and then climbed onto him, riding him much as Spunks
had done to Getin. She did not let him orgasm until she had achieved her own
climax, only then grinding onto him in the way she knew would work fastest. The
instant he came he was sasleep and she dressed quietly before slipping out of
the door and into the dark night.

She reached an inn that dwelt in a salubrious part of town
but was stopped by a man on the door. “And what do you want miss?”

“I must see a lady inside!”

“Must you now? I’m afraid without paying the entrance fee,
none shall pass.”

“What is the fee?”

“To you? A pound.”

“I have two shillings.”

“Then be on your way.”

“Perhaps I can pay in another manner.”

“Oh yes? How pray?”

Nancy reached for the man’s trousers whilst sinking to her
knees, pulling his cock free and running it past her lips. She gulped on the
size of him as he gasped in shock above her, his surprise replaced by lust in
moments as she expertly sucked and licked him until he spurted cum into the
back of her throat.

“That will suffice,” he said as she stood up and wiped her
mouth. “Follow me inside.”

Chapter 40

Once in a private chamber in the inn she found the Lady of
Chertsey waiting, she of the burglary not yet forgotten.

“What can I do for you?” asked the lady.

“Do you know a man named Spunks?”

“I don’t but come and rest a moment, you look tired.” The
lady patted the seat beside her and Nancy had barely sat down before the two
began kissing. To Nancy it came as a surprise how gentle the woman was with
her, so different to the characters she was used to keeping company with. She
lay back as the lady kissed her neck tenderly, slowly stripping her and softly
caressing her breasts. She worked gradually lower until she was inside Nancy,
fingering her with slim fingers whilst kissing her without pause. Nancy tensed
up soon after, an orgasm tearing through her from the softness of the lady’s
touch, making her weep with joy.

“I know no Spunks,” said the lady as Nancy lay panting for
breath. “What is he to you?”

“He knows you. It is due to him that I knew you were here. I
overheard him discussing Olivia, striking a bargain with Getin to make him a
thief for reasons I do not know.”

“What?”

“Let me get my story out I pray before my courage fails me.
Last night he came again and I once more listened as he said the proof of the
girl’s identity lies in the bottom of the river and he would have all the young
devil’s money now.”

“What is all this?”

“The truth my lady. Spunks admitted that he is Olivia’s
stepbrother. Now I must go for it is late.”

“But what can I do?”

“I must go!”

“Stay and I will keep you safe.”

“No, I must return to him for I cannot leave him now. It
would be his death.”

“Of whom do you speak?”

“I cannot say. You must find someone who will help you.”

“Where might I find you if I have need of the taste of your
pussy?”

“I will walk from eleven until twelve on London Bridge every
night if I am alive.”

“Will you take a sum for your information?”

“Not a penny.”

“An orgasm then?”

“Fine,” Nancy sighed. “But one only for the night draws on.”

She let the old lady descend on her pussy, feeling a tongue
enter her as a hand went to her clit, bringing her in minutes to another
shuddering climax before she was dressed and on her way.