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THE PEARL,
A Journal of Facetić and Voluptuous
Reading.
No. 8 PUBLISHED MONTHLY. Feb, 1880
LA ROSE D'AMOUR.
Or the Adventures of a Gentleman in search of Pleasure.
Translated from the French.
"Thus every Creature, and of every kind,
The sweet joys of sweet coition find." -DRYDEN.
CHAPTER I.
At the age of seventeen, through the mistaken but paternal fondness of my
father, the Count de L-, I was still immured in an old chateau, on the coast of
Brittany, with no society but that of my tutors, an eternal round of daily lessons, to
be gotten only by poring over some dozens of musty volumes. Naturally of an
indolent disposition, I became
ennuyed to such a degree by the monotonous routine
of my life that I verily believe I could not have survived three months longer had it
not been for an accession of company which the old chateau received.
I was most agreeably surprised, while at my studies one morning, by the noise of
carriage wheels driving rapidly over the stone pavement of the courtyard. I threw
my book into one corner, bounded down the stairs, and met my father at the hall
door; he was accompanied by my uncle, Count C-, and his two sons, who were
about my own age.
In the course of the day my father told me that he was about to start for Russia
as ambassador, and that after remaining at the chateau for a week or two, my uncle
and cousins would return to Paris, taking me with them, as during his absence I was
to reside with my uncle.
The next day my father, after giving me a great deal of good advice and his
blessing, started en route for St. Petersburg.
My cousins, Raoul and Julien, I found to be two as wild young colts as ever
were let loose upon the inhabitants of a country village, setting at defiance
everything, and leading me, who proved an adept scholar, into all kinds of mischief,
whilst their father, who had some business in the neighbourhood, could not look after
our conduct.
Going one day into my cousin Raoul's chamber in search of him, on opening the
door, I was perfectly astounded at what I saw. There lay Raoul on the bed, in the
arms of one of the
femmes de chambre, Manette, a most lusty, finely-formed, rosy-
cheeked wench.
When I entered the room my cousin was lying on the top of Manette, clasped in
a tight embrace, a pair of large white legs crossed over his back, and from the
heavings and motions of their bodies, I perceived that they were enjoying themselves
in a manner altogether satisfactory; and so intent, and enraptured were they, with the
exercise they were taking, that they did not notice my having entered the room.
Although, during the three days my cousins had been with me, they had, by
licentious conversation, uprooted all my preconceived notions of virtue in woman, so
strictly had I been reared, never having been allowed to enter the company of
females, not even in the village adjoining the chateau, that seeing the two on the bed
in that manner I was so amazed that I stood at the door watching them till Raoul
raised himself off the girl.
He got up, standing with his back to me, while Manette still lay with her eyes
closed, her petticoat and shift thrown up, her thighs wide apart, revealing to my
ardent gaze a round white belly, the bottom part of which was covered with a large
growth of jet black curly hair, and lower down, between her thighs, I discovered
what I had so often heard of, but never before seen - a cunt; from between the locks
of curly hair that grew over the mount above, and around the dear delicious slit, I
could perceive two fat and rosy lips slightly gaping open, from which oozed out a
little whitish-looking foam.
My senses were so confused with what I saw, and the strange emotions which
had been called up in me, that I stepped forward towards the bed. The moment my
step was heard Manette buried herself under the bedcovers, while Raoul came to
meet me, and taking me by the hand led me up to the bed, saying,-
"Cousin Louis, what have you seen? how long have you been in the room?"
I answered and told him I had witnessed their whole performance.
Raoul threw the cover off the girl, and raising her to a sitting posture, with one
arm round her waist, said,-
"Cousin Louis, you who have never tasted the pleasures to be received in the
arms of a pretty girl, do not know what it is to resist the temptation of making use of
every opportunity and means in one's power, to gratify the appetite, and see what a
beautiful, charming mistress Manette is; who could deny her? Having done me the
honour to invite me to her chamber last night I could not but return the courtesy this
evening, and know the sequence."
I replied, "Yes, she is very charming," and feeling a desire to get an insight into
the pleasures derived from the conjunction of the sexes, I laid my hand on the bare
knee of Manette, who still sat on the edge of the bed, her clothes scarcely covering
her cunt and thighs, and slipped it under her chemise, till it rested on the hairy mount
that overtopped the delicious slit beneath.
But Raoul stopped me, saying, "Excuse me, cousin, but Manette is mine, at least
for the present, but as I see you are anxious to initiate yourself in the mysteries of the
Cyprian goddess, I think that with the help of Manette I shall be able to find you a
companion for the night; can we not Manette?" said he, turning to her.
"Oh, yes," said the girl, jumping to her feet, and assuming a smiling look, "we
will get Monsieur Louis my little sister Rose, who I am sure is a much prettier girl
than myself, and she has larger and whiter breasts than I have," said she, covering a
pair of fine round white globes, which I was greedily devouring with my eyes. "I am
sure," she went on, "that you will be pleased with Rose, when we bring her to you
tonight."
Telling Manette that on condition she brought her sister at night to my chamber,
I would be secret and mention to no one what I had seen, I retired and left them.
Going to my chamber early in the night I spent an hour in a fever of excited
expectation till Manette entered the room, leading her sister by the hand. Rose was a
most beautiful girl, and the moment she entered the room and the door was closed, I
sprang forward, caught her in my arms, and led her to a sofa, where I sat down and
drew her to my side. I unpinned the handkerchief that covered her breasts, and
clasping her again in my arms covered them with burning kisses. This caused Rose
to blush exquisitely and struggle somewhat to release herself from my embrace,
when Manette stepped before us, saying, -
" Monsieur Louis, Rose was never in company with a man before now, and of
course is a little backward, but is very willing to remain with you, and by yourselves
you will, I am sure, find her all you wish; is it not so, sister?"
To which Rose replied, "Oh yes," and hid her face in the cushion of the sofa.
Manette told me that as wine was a great reviver of the spirits and provocative
of love, she would go and bring me some, telling Rose to ply me plentifully with it.
She went, and soon returned with a tray of wine, cakes, &c, and retired, wishing us
"a happy night of it."
When Manette retired I locked the door, then drawing up a sofa to the table I led
Rose to it, and seating myself by her, endeavoured to put her at her ease by not
proceeding to any liberties at first, till I had plied her with some half-dozen glasses
of wine. After she had drunk pretty freely, the natural vivacity of her character
began to show itself, in her open and free conversation. I now put my arms around
her waist and neck, and pressing her close to my breast, imprinted burning kisses
upon her rosy pouting lips. I then slipped one hand into her bosom, feeling and
moulding her firm round bubbies. After dallying thus awhile I stooped and slipped a
hand under her chemise, raised her clothes up on her knees. Squeezing and playing
with her legs, I slid my hand along her thigh till my fingers rested on a bunch of
silken mossy hair, which overhung the entrance of her virgin cunt.
Playing with the silken curls, twining and twisting my fingers through them, I
dropped one finger lower down, and putting just the tip of it between the lips, I
titillated her so well that she began to wriggle about in her seat. I could stand it no
longer. I was on fire; the blood was boiling through my veins. I raised her on her
feet, and began stripping her, fairly tearing her clothes off in my haste, till she stood
perfectly naked before me. Ye Gods! what beauties, what charms, were exposed to
my ardent fiery gaze, what delicious breasts, how firmly moulded, small, yet so
round and firm. I press them, kiss them, take the nipples in my mouth, I draw her to
me, till feeling her naked body against me, I drop on my knees and transfer my love
kisses to the lips of her luscious little hairy slit. I was in a perfect frenzy, I burned, I
raged. In a trice I threw off everything, and clasping her body to mine, I raised the
trembling girl in my arms, and carried her to the bed.
Placing a pillow on which to rest the plump, luxurious cheeks of her backside, I
lay her down, springing on the bed by her side. I open wide her thighs, and my prick
being up in arms and eager for the fray, I lay my length on her. With the tips of my
fingers I unclose the pouting lips, and with the utmost trouble insert the head of my
virgin rod into the entrance of her no less virgin cunt.
No sooner did I feel the head lodged aright than I drove and shoved in with the
utmost fury; feeling the head pretty well in I thrust and drove on, but gained so little
that I drew it out, and wetting it with spittle I again effect the lodgement just within
the lips. At length by my fierce rending and tearing thrusts the first defences gave
way, and I got about half-way in, but had become wrought up to such a pitch that the
floodgates of love's reservoir gave way, and I sank upon her breast in a delirium of
transport as I oiled her torn and bleeding cunt with a perfect flood of virgin sperm.
Poor Rose had borne it most heroically, keeping the bedclothes between her
teeth, in order to repress any cry of pain, whilst her hands clasped my body to hers,
or even handled the shaft of love to assist its murderous intentions on her virginity.
As I lay panting and gasping on Rose, glowing with the fierce excitement, my
eyes darting forth their humid fires, the stiffness which had perceptibly remitted,
returned with redoubled vigour, and I again began to make headway into her. The
sperm that I had spurted into her cunt had penetrated and oiled the dark and narrow
passage, making my further entrance somewhat easier. I now recommenced my
eager shoves, my fierce lunges, and I felt myself gaining at every move, till with one
tremendous and cunt-rending thrust I buried myself into her up to the hilt. So great
was the pain of this last shock that Rose could not suppress a sharp shrill scream, but
I heeded it not; it was the note of final victory, and only added to the delicious
piquancy of my enjoyment as I buried myself, if possible, yet further within the soft,
luscious folds of her love sheath. We lay for a short time in the closest conjunction
with each other, so that the hair on both of us was interwoven in one mass.
Putting my arm around her neck, I drew her to a yet closer embrace, and
planting numberless kisses on her rosy lips and damask blushing face, which was
wet with tears of suffering which the brave little darling could not prevent from
starting from her lovely eyes, I drew out the head and slowly thrusting it in again; my
fierce desires goaded me to challenge her to a renewal of the combat. A smile of
infinite love crossed her lovely countenance, all signs of past pain seemed to vanish,
and I could feel the soft and juicy folds of her cunt, throbbing and clasping tightly on
my enamoured prick; my movements quickened in an instant, and so exciting was
the to-and-fto friction, aided by the delicious jingling of my magnificent stones
against her backside, despite all her pain, Rose was thrown into such an ecstasy that
she clasped me in her arms, and throwing her legs over my back paid down her first
and virgin tribute to man, forced from her by the soul-stirring motions of my rod of
love, while I met her and spurted another stream of burning sperm into the utmost
recesses of her fount of love, commingling together, partially cooling the fires which
were raging within us.
So novel, so new, exquisitely delicious, so transporting, so heavenly were the
sensations, ecstatic were the joys we both felt that we twined and writhed in each
other's arms like serpents, while Rose exclaimed,-
"Oh God! I die! Oh heaven! What joy, what pleasure. Oh! oh! ah! ah!-h!-h-"
Ending in one long deep-drawn sigh. With a few convulsive jerks and struggles
of her delicious backside she loosened her holds, and stretching herself out with a
shudder, fainted away, and I, who was at my last gasp, also sank into oblivion.
When we had recovered from our delirium I got up and poured out some wine,
gave it to Rose, and tossed off a bumper myself, I then planted a soft kiss on the lips
of her torn and bleeding cunt, exclaiming,-
"True fount of love, sole seat of never failing joys and pleasures to man, dear,
delicious, hairy little slit, from this moment my whole life and soul are forever
devoted to you."
I spent the night with Rose, in one continued round of pleasure, revelling in the
full enjoyment of her virgin charms. Again and again did we renew our embraces,
swimming in a sea of pleasure. So furiously did we enter into our combats of love
that nature soon became exhausted, and we fell asleep in each other's arms.
In the morning when I awoke Rose was sitting up in the bed, looking with
anxious eyes on the now diminutive, shrunken instrument which the night before had
ripped open the entrances to her virginity, robbing her of her maidenhead. When she
perceived that I was watching her she threw herself into my arms and hid her face in
my bosom.
Gently raising and reassuring her, I made her take hold of it, and began dallying
with her breasts, tickling her, pressing them, sucking their rosy nipples, while the
touch of her hand renewed in me the fires which were already springing into flame.
Rose had the pleasure to see the small shrunken thing she first took into her hand
spring up into a magnificent rod, smooth and polished as ivory, its large uncapped
head red and glowing with the heat that was raging in it. I determined that she
should reap the reward of her labour, and gather into her storehouse the rich harvest
of love that was awaiting her.
Gently laying her down, and placing a pillow under the firm half-moons of her
backside, she stretched open her legs to the utmost, exhibiting to my gaze the gaping
lips of her cunt, ready open to receive the delicious morsel which, panting and
throbbing like a high mettled courser, raised his foaming head erect against my belly.
Laying myself down on Rose I made her take hold of my prick to put it in, but
so firm and erect was it that she could barely bend its head down to the entrance. So
magnificent was the erection that with all the stretching her cunt had received the
night before it would not enter. Drawing myself back to wet the head within the lips,
and slowly shoving it into her, she could not move, but lay quietly till I stirred her up
so powerfully that we soon melted away, making her feel the pleasures more
sensibly, and giving her the full enjoyment of that which she had but tasted the night
before.
We had barely recovered ourselves when we were aroused by a knocking at the
door. Slipping on a loose
robe de chambre I immediately opened it, and Raoul and
Manette came in. I led them up to the bed, and pulling off the coverlet showed them
the blushing Rose, more beautiful in the morning from the fatigues she had
undergone the night past.
I called their attention to her, saying, "Behold her chemise; see how it is dyed by
the juice and crimson tide, which flowed from the parent stem after I had plucked
la
rose d'amour from my lovely Rose."
My cousin Raoul now congratulated me. He said that he was "overjoyed that he
had been in a manner instrumental in procuring for me such a delicious rose as Rose
turned out to be." That he was sincerely glad he had been partially the cause of my
being thus happily initiated into the mysteries of the divine art of love, and at the
same time of my having had a virgin partner in my delicious combats.
Manette, too, congratulated her sister.
"How pleased she was to learn that she had secured such a lover as M. Louis,
how happy you will be together now you have once tasted the supreme joys to be
obtained in each other's embraces, sipping of the pleasures of which I am sure you
will never tire."
I now spent all my nights with Rose, sometimes in her own chamber, again in
my own, and not content to wait for the night I would sometimes get her into my
room in the day, and enjoy myself with her.
One day, while in my room with Rose, she stretched across the foot of the bed,
her clothes raised up, and exposing to my view all her beauties, I standing between
her legs with my prick (which was a very large one, few men being able to boast of
one as large), in my hand, Manette suddenly entered the room, I having neglected to
lock the door.
She got a fair view of my prick, and stood looking at it, apparently amazed at its
being so big, but seeing the manner in which I was engaged, she retired.
(To be continued.)
Strictly Private, except to Brothers,
BY ORDER,
THE LADY FREEMASON.
As a brother of old, from his lodge was returning,
He called on his sweetheart, with love he was burning,
He wanted some favours, says she,
"Not so free," Unless you reveal your famed secrets to me."
"Agreed - 'tis a bargain - you must be prepared,
Your legs well exposed, your bosom all bared."
Then hoodwinked and silent, says she, "I'll be mum,
In despite of the poker you'll clap on my bum."
To a chamber convenient his fair charge he bore,
Placed her in due form, having closed tight the door,
Then presented the point of his sharp Instrumentis,
And the Lady was soon made an "entered apprentice."
His working tools next to her gaze he presented,
To improve by them seriously she then consented,
And handled his jewels his gavel and shaft,
That she in a jiffey was passed "fellow craft."
She next wanted raising, says he, "There's no urgency,"
She pleaded that this was a case of emergency,
His column looked to her in no particular way,
But she very soon made it assume perpendicular.
He used all his efforts to raise the young elf,
But found he required much raising himself;
The task was beyond him. Oh! shame and disaster,
He broke down in his charge, and she became master.
Exhausted and faint, still no rest could betide him,
For she like a glutton soon mounted astride him,
"From refreshment to labour," says she, "let us march.
Says he, "You're exalted - you are now royal arch."
In her zeal for true knowledge, no labour, no shirking,
His jewels and furniture constantly working,
By night and by day, in the light or the dark,
With pleasure her lover she guides to the mark.
FABLES AND MAXIMS.
THE LADY AND THE EEL.
A young lady was frigging herself with a small live eel, when it slipped from her
fingers and disappeared in her cunt; making its way into the womb, it entered, and
stretching out its head said, "I am much obliged to you Madam, for finding me so
warm and comfortable a residence; I shall make myself quite at home." This fable
teaches how much better it is to use large eels which could not enter.
THE DISCONTENTED CRAB.
A crab who had for some time lived very happily on the person of a very dirty
whore, one day became discontented. "How much nicer would it be to live with
some cleaner and more reputable person," he thought, so watching his opportunity he
effected his escape on to the person of a well-dressed and delicately clean young
gentleman. "This," said the crab, "is something like," but to his disgust the
gentleman took a warm bath after leaving his late mistress, and spying him out
cracked him.
This fable conveys two morals. First, one should always leave well alone;
secondly, a dirty person is very much nicer than a clean one
(to crabs).
MISS COOTE'S CONFESSION,
OR THE VOLUPTUOUS EXPERIENCES OF AN OLD MAID;
In a series of Letters to a Lady Friend.
LETTER VIII
My Dear Nellie,
I do not intend to trouble you with all the little incidents of domestic discipline
which my strict regulations so often brought under notice, and required the exercise
of the beloved rod, but only write out for your amusement a few of my most
remarkable recollections.
The cure of Selina Richards brought me very considerable fame amongst a large
circle of acquaintances and friends, but I steadily refused to take charge of my more
mauvais sujets, but devoted myself to promoting a Ladies Club exclusively for the
admirers of Birch Discipline. The meetings were to be held at my house, where my
servants would be sworn to secrecy, and to act as sub-members, not on an equality
with the ladies of our Club.
The rules specially enjoined secrecy on every member, so that novices might not
obtain the slightest inkling of the ordeal they would have to undergo when initiated
into the mysteries of Lady Rodney's Club, as it was called, our object being to make
our seances for the receiving of new members the means of affording us the most
exquisite enjoyment, by bringing out all their modest bashfulness, and studying their
distress and horror at finding themselves stripped and exposed for flagellation before
all the sisters of the rod.
My old schoolfellows, Laura Sandon, Louise Van Tromp, Hon. Miss Cecile
Deben, Lady Clara Wavering, and three other ladies besides Mdlle. Fosse and
myself, as president and manager, were the first members; two of them were
married, but we agreed that everyone should be known to the other sisters by her
maiden name only.
Lady Clara was the first to propose a novice for admission to the Club; it was a
younger sister of hers, who she informed us had a great penchant for young
gentlemen, having several times seriously misconducted herself with youthful
friends of the opposite sex, so that her lecture and castigation would be of a most
piquant description.
We fixed an evening for her introduction, and were all present to inaugurate the
Club's first seance of admission.
Our large punishment room was tastefully draped all around with elegant
curtains, and brilliantly illuminated by clusters of wax candles projecting from the
walls, above handsome mirrors set in bouquets of lovely flowers.
The ladies of the Club were all dressed in the same costume, viz., blue silk
corsets with scarlet silk laces, and short skirts of white tulle, only coming a little
below the knee, so as to show all the beautiful legs in pink silk stockings and high-
heeled Parisian boots. All were in these short skirts, the outer dresses being
discarded to allow a greater freedom of action, and also display for the glorious
necks and bosoms of the members, who were every one young and beautiful, flushed
with excitement and anticipation, their snow-white globes heaving at each breath,
and set off to the greatest advantage by bouquets of red roses adjusted between the
lovely hillocks of love.
As president, I was seated in a chair of state, supported on either side by four
ladies, whilst Jane and Mary stand behind me.
A knock at the door; Lady Clara advances to open it, and introduces her sister,
Lady Lucretia Wavering, about sixteen, but otherwise a very counterpart of herself,
dark, well proportioned, rather above the medium height, languid expression, and
large pensive hazel eyes. She holds a beautiful bouquet in one hand, and is dressed
in simple white.
Advancing right up to where I was seated, she makes a profound bow, and Lady
Clara says, "Permit me, Miss President and ladies of the Lady Rodney Club, to
introduce to you my sister, Lady Lucretia, who is desirous of being admitted a
member."
president.- "Lady Lucretia, we welcome you to our sisterhood. Are you
willing to take the oaths of secrecy, and be initiated into the mysteries of the rod?"
lady lucretia.- "Yes, and to be submissive to all your rules and regulations."
president.- "You must now strip and assume the costume of a member, and
must truthfully answer any questions I may put to you."
Jane and Mary as servants assist to disrobe the novice, who blushes slightly as
they proceed to remove her skirts after taking away her dress.
lucretia, turning to me.- "You surely don't strip us quite naked, I thought I
had only to change the dress."
president.- "Yes, everything, because you have to taste the birch before
assuming our costume."
lucretia, blushing deeply.- "Ah! Oh! I never expected that, it's so indecent."
president.- "Make haste, such improper remarks must be checked; Sister
Lucretia, you have already broken the rules by objecting to lawful orders, your
bottom shall smart soundly for it."
lucretia, in great confusion and faltering voice.- "Pray permit me to apologize,
I had no idea the members were liable to chastisement, but thought they amused
themselves whipping charity children sent up by schools for punishment."
president.- "You will have to do that under the rod; we are quite above tickling
the bottoms of school children here, (although it is the duty of every member to
exercise proper discipline in any house or place where she may have authority."
Lucretia is silent, but the scarlet face and nervous twichings of the corners of her
mouth attest how she feels about the approaching taste of the rod; her eyes are cast
down in shame, and presently with nothing but her drawers, chemise, boots, and
stockings on, they lead her to the ladder, the president and ladies all rising and
clustering round the victim.
president.- "Have the ladder nearly upright, with her wrists secured high up,
and let her toes only just touch the floor; woe to her bum if she dares to step on the
bottom rung of the ladder without orders."
The victim with tears of shame and apprehension protests against this
disposition of her body as being too painful, and cries out for mercy as she feels her
chemise rolled up and fastened under her armpits, and her unbuttoned drawers pulled
down to her knees. "Ah! Ah! Oh! You'll never be so bad as that to a novice! Oh!
have mercy, dear Miss Coote."
president.- "Don't show the white feather, young lady; we're going to initiate
you into a most delightful society. You will soon be one of the most active of the
sisterhood," taking from Jane a very elegantly tied-up rod, ornamented with blue and
gold ribbons, then just lightly switching the victim's bare bottom, "Now ask me to
birch you properly, and beg pardon for your frivolous objections."
lucretia, in a tremor of fear, and with faltering voice.- "Oh! is there no getting
off; why must I be cruelly whipped?"
president, with a smart cut across her beautiful buttocks, which at once brings
the roses to the surface.- "There, that's a slight taste, you stupid, obstinate girl, I can't
waste more time, there, there, there," giving three more sharp cuts in succession,
each leaving their respective long red marks. "Perhaps in a minute or two you will
think it worthwhile to obey orders, and beg pardon, &c."
victim.- "Ah! Ah-r-r-re! it is cruel, oh! oh! I am sorry for saying so! the cuts
smart so it's impossible to think what one's saying. Oh! pray forgive me, and punish
me properly. But - but - oh! be merciful!" as she writhes and wriggles under the
painful strokes which already begin to weal her delicate, tender skin.
president.- "Very well, you've done it after a fashion; but now as you're
becoming one of our members, pray have you got a sweetheart?"
victim, just then receiving an extra sharp cut.- "Ah-r-r-r-re! Oh! oh! I can't
bear it, it's like a hot knife cutting the skin! Indeed, I have not got a lover, if that's
not allowed!" putting her feet on the rungs of the ladder to ease the painful strain on
her wrists.
president, with a tremendous whack across the calves of the legs, which makes
Miss Lucretia fairly spring with agony.- "How dare you alter my disposition of your
body by putting your feet on the ladder?" switching her legs again and again with
great heavy cuts, till the poor girl capers like a cat on hot bricks. "Perhaps you won't
do that again, but wait till I give you the order presently. Now about lovers, of
course you have had one, if not just at present?"
lucretia, in smarting pain.-"Oh! Oh! My poor legs! Oh! Yes! Ah-r-r-re!
But I gave him up six months ago. Have mercy, or how can I speak to answer your
questions?"
president, without relaxing her smarting strokes.- "Out of order again, Sister
Lucretia. Your rosy-looking bottom must be enjoying the fun, or you would never
keep questioning my discretion as you do. How do you like it? Does it smart very
much? Tell us a little more about your lover, if you please."
lucretia, writhing in agony.- "My wrists are breaking, and my bottom - oh!
my bottom burns and smarts so! Ah! You want to know about my lover. I gave him
up because - because he behaved improperly to me."
president.- "Are you speaking the truth, Sister Lucretia? as that is a most
essential thing with us. We call the birch the Rod of Truth, for it is sure to bring
everything out. What did he do to you? Cry out if you are in great pain, we like to
hear it, and it will do you good."
lucretia.- "Ah, indeed! I must shriek! You cut me so dreadfully. Oh! He
took liberties with me, and put his hands up my clothes, that's all. Ah! Have mercy!
You don't give time for me to get my breath."
president.- "Are you sure that's not a bit of a fib?" slackening a little with the
rod.
lucretia, thinking she is now going to be let off.- "It's quite true, my dear Miss
Coote, that's what he did," and beginning to feel a deliciously voluptuous warmth
and lubricity in her sensitive parts, she shut her eyes, whilst a sensuous smile betrays
her pleasurable emotions.
president.- "What are you thinking of, Sister Lucretia, with that satisfied
smile? How your buttocks seem to quiver with some curious emotion. Has my
question about your lover revived anything in your mind of past enjoyments. Out
with the truth. I believe you have been telling a lot of fibs," cutting the astonished
victim in a terrible rage with a perfect shower of blows, which weal and bring blood
for the first time.
victim.- "Oh! Oh! Ah! Ah! How cruel! Just as I thought it was all over, and
began to feel a delicious warmth in my posteriors. Indeed, I was not thinking of my
lover," casting down her eyes, and blushing more than ever in a very confused
manner.
president, sternly.- "How dare you persist in telling so many fibs. We happen
to know a little of your goings on with young Aubrey. Speak the truth at once, or I
will cut your impudent bottom into ribbons of scarified flesh. You can't deceive us,
we know the effects of the rod, and the voluptuous feelings it induces." All the
while, whack - whack - whack sound the blows of the birch, as they ruthlessly cut
and weal the victim's bottom. The operator gets quite excited, and feels all the
thrilling sensation; each stroke has an electrical effect on her nerves; the cries and
screams of Lucretia seem most delightful to her, and all the spectators are in
ecstasies of voluptuous emotions. The victim fairly shrieks in agony, she writhes her
body about, displaying her lovely figure in a variety of contortions, shifting
continually at every scathing touch of the birch.
The ladies at first watched the scene with rapt attention, but gradually the blood
courses in warm excitement through their veins, mantling their cheeks with a flesh-
like bloom; their eyes sparkle with unusual animation, and at last, by a common
impulse the eight ladies, with Jane and Mary, each take a fine long light rod of green
twigs; they form a circle round the President as she continues to flagellate the victim
on the ladder; each raises her skirts under her arms so as to leave all exposed from
the waist downwards. For a moment there is a lovely scene of plump white buttocks
and thighs, fascinating legs encased in silk stockings, pretty garters and attractive
elegant shoes, set off with jewelled buckles, and, above all; such an inviting
collection of impudent looking cunnies, ornamented with every shade of chevelure,
black, auburn, or light brown; then all is motion, the birch rods soon put a rosy polish
on the pretty bums, each one doing her best to repay on the bottom in front of her the
smarting cuts she feels behind. Laughter, shrieks, and ejaculations fill the apartment,
and their motions are so rapid as to make quite a rainbow of excited peris round the
central figures; but this luscious scene only lasts three or four minutes; the victim,
under the President's rod, gets exhausted, her shrieks sink into sobs, and at last she
sighs lower and lower, then fairly faints, with her head hanging helplessly back, and
her limp form a picture of weals and blood, which oozes from the cuts, and slowly
trickles down the white flesh of her thighs.
president, throwing aside her broken and used-up rod.- "There ladies, stop
your game and all help to bring her round, she'll soon recover; how pretty your rosy
bottoms look, I shall join in the next ring that is formed."
The victim is loosed from the ladder, and by use of a large fan, Lucretia soon
shows signs of returning animation, her eyes open, and she looks around in
bewilderment. "Where am I? What a beautiful dream!" she murmurs in a low voice,
then a little more refreshed by a strong cordial poured down her throat, "Ah! I
remember, my bottom smarts so!" Putting her hand down to feel her posteriors she
looks at the blood which stains her fingers, and sobs hysterically, "What a cruel girl
that Miss Coote must be, and how she seemed to gloat over my sufferings. Ah! let
me only handle the tickler over her bum someday."
At this we all burst out into a loud laugh, and thoroughly enjoyed poor Lucretia's
shame and confusion.
miss coote.- "Cheer up, Sister Lucretia, you have only to do what we call
stepping the ladder, someday you will have a chance of revenge, but you will find
Louise Van Tromp quite as cruel as I am, when she uses the birch in her skilful style
on your half-cooked bum. Come Jane, I think she is ready for the second edition of
her punishment."
louise van tromp.- "Ah! trust me, Sister Rosa, to do my duty, she has not half
confessed to us yet," taking up and switching a fine birch rod, making it fairly hiss
through the air, to the evident terror of the victim.
lucretia, with sobs and tears running in streams down her cheeks.- "Oh! Oh!
how horrible, will you never have mercy; my bottom is so sore I really can't bear it to
be touched," shrinking back as Jane tries to draw her to the ladder. "Oh! No! Not
again on that awful thing!"
Louise brings down her rod with a tremendous whack across the poor girl's bare
shoulders, exclaiming, "What are you hanging back for, look sharp, quick, or I'll cut
your shoulders again," looking with delight on the red marks her cut has left on the
white flesh of the victim.
lucretia.- "Oh! Oh! I will! I will!" holding up her wrists for Jane to secure
them, which is quickly done.
louise.- "Now, step on the rungs of the ladder one at a time, as I call out the
number beginning at the bottom, if you take two at once you must do it over again.
Now, one"- giving a terrible whack on the victim's bruised rump—
"Ah-r-r-r-re!" shrieks Lucretia, in terrible agony as the birch cuts into the
already lacerated skin, but careful only to take one step.
louise, making her birch flourish through the air with a hissing noise.- "Pretty
well, now - now - now," keeping her in trembling suspense. "Two - three," giving a
couple of crashing strokes with a good interval between them, to make the victim
feel the effect as much as possible.
Lucretia gives a fearful shriek at each cut, and sobs out hysterically, "Ah! How
dreadful, the skin of my bottom will burst, it's getting so tight."
louise.- "Glad you enjoy it so, dear, I'm sorry to hurt you much," looking
delightedly round at the other members. "Now - now - now" - with another flourish
- "four - five," each blow draws the blood afresh from the already crimsoned
surface, and puts the spectators into a flutter of excitement.
Lucretia fairly groans, but only once makes a false step, which she corrects
before Louise can find fault. "Only two more," she sighs, as if calculating the steps
yet to be done.
louise.- "Steady, keep your bottom well out," switching her lightly underneath
so as to tickle the exposed pussey, then another grand flourish. "Six - seven," these
are awful crackers, but the victim keeps herself steady, and her pluck is greeted by
clapping of hands all round. Jane takes advantage of the opportunity to secure the
victim's ankles so that she is fixed in a most inviting attitude for further flagellation.
louise.- "Thanks, Jane, very thoughtful of you. Now, Sister Lucretia, before
you are let off you must tell us all about yourself and young Aubrey. Miss Coote did
not half get it out of you," whisking the tightly bent bottom in a playful way with her
rod, but the victim is evidently so sore that even light strokes make twinges of pain
pass across her scarlet face.
lucretia.- "Oh! Oh! Pray don't begin again. I told you he took liberties with
me, what more can I say? Oh! Oh! Don't touch me; the least whisk of that thing
gives awful pain."
louise.- "Then, you silly girl, why do you persist in keeping back the truth?
Did you not encourage him?" making the victim writhe under her painful touches,
which, although not very heavy, seem to have great effect on the raw bottom, in such
a tightly bent position.
lucretia, in great shame and confusion, and seeming to crimson all over at the
thoughts of her degradation before them all.- "Oh! Oh! Spare me! If you know all,
have mercy, consider my feelings, how painful such a confession must be. Ah-r-r-
rre! You are shameful girls to enjoy my pain and shame so," sobbing as if her heart
would break.
louise.- "Come! Come! It is not so bad as that. Make a clean breast and be
one of us in future. You will enjoy such scenes yourself when the next novice is
admitted; but I can't play with you. There - there - there!" cutting three brisk strokes
on the bent bottom.
lucretia.- "Ah! Oh! Oh! I shall faint again. It's like burning with red hot
irons. Ah! You know he seduced me, and - I must confess I did not resist as I
ought. Something tempted me to taste the sweets of love, and your President's
birching brought all the thrilling sensations back to me, and, when I fainted my
dream was all about the bliss enjoyed in my lover's arms."
louise, still lightly using her rod.- "A little better, and getting nearer the truth,
but you still prevaricate so in trying to excuse your own fault. Now, did you not
seduce the youth instead of his taking advantage of you?"
lucretia.- "Oh! Pity me. I saw him lying asleep on the grass in a secluded
part of the garden; he was so sleepy that I failed to wake him, but I since believe he
was shamming. Noticing a lump of something in his breeches, I gently pressed it
with my fingers to see what it was, when it gradually swelled under my pressure and
became like a hard stick throbbing under the cloth; my blood was fired; I can't tell
how I did it, but presently, when he opened his eyes and laughed at me, I found
myself with his exposed shaft in my hand. He jumped up, sprang upon me, and
taking advantage of my confusion, I own he had an easy conquest. But something of
the sort will happen to every loving girl at some time or other. Now I have told you
all, have pity and let me go," sobbing and looking dreadfully confused and
distressed.
She was let down, and we all crowded round her, giving affectionate kisses and
welcoming her to be a real sister of Lady Rodney's Club.
The poor girl was very sore, and sobbed over her poor bruised bottom. "Oh!
Oh! I can't sit down, it will be weeks before I can do anything with comfort. Ah!
You pretend to be kind now after all that dreadful cruelty. I only wish we could get
Aubrey and give him a good thrashing, it would do the impetuous boy good." We
had another laugh at this, but assured her our rules didn't provide for admitting any
of the opposite sex to the seances of the Club; but in my next you shall see what
happened, and how Lucretia tricked us by introducing young Aubrey as a young lady
novice desirous of admission to our Society. I remain, dear Nellie,
Yours affectionately
ROSA BELINDA COOTE.
(To be continued.)
LADY POKINGHAM, OR THEY ALL DO IT;
Giving an Account of her Luxurious Adventures, both before
and after her Marriage with Lord Crim-Con
PART IV.
(Continued.)
The kissing ceremony was over, and then Alice told him he had yet another little
penance to perform before he could be admitted to full rights of membership,
pointing to a fine "Berkeley Horse," which was being wheeled into the centre of the
drawing-room, a thing something like a common pair of steps, only covered with red
baize, and provided with a cushioned footboard for the victim to stand on, whilst his
hands were well stretched above his head, so as to only allow of his standing on
tiptoe. Lothair in his simple ignorance stepped up gallantly and was instantly
secured by his wrists to the topmost rings of the horse.
St. Aldegonde, grinning with delight, tightened the cords unmercifully, making
Lothair expostulate with him at the painful tension.
"That's nothing, my boy," said St. Aldegonde, "don't cry out before you're hurt.
Wait until you feel the rods tickle and warm your posteriors, it will do you good, as it
did me; it's the most invigorating thing in the world; ask Bertha if I did not give her
all she required that night."
All the company were now furnished with beautiful bunches of long thin
elegantly tied-up birch.
alice, stepping to the front.- "Now, sir, mind you answer all my questions
under pain of severe punishment. In the first place none but orthodox members of
the English Church can be admitted to the Paphian Circle, and a member has just
hinted to me that you are going to Rome, and may be a Jesuit in disguise. Now, my
Lord, what do you say to that?" giving his bottom a smart cut, which made him
wince with pain, and left a long red mark across the white skin of his manly
buttocks.
lothair.- "My God! you punish without waiting." Before he could finish
speaking all the ladies attacked him with their rods, raining a perfect shower of
painful cuts on his helpless bottom, exclaiming, "Answer! Answer!! Answer!!! No
prevarication! Don't spare him! &c," whilst the gentlemen, who stood behind, cut
into the fair bottoms of their partners, calling out, "Pass it on to him; cut away,
ladies; he's a Jesuit, &c."
Lothair at first lost his breath, but soon shouted out lustily, "Hold! Hold!! It's
not true! Don't kill me!"
His bottom and back were scored all over, and little drops of blood trickled
down from places where the skin was broken.
alice.- "Well, my Lord, pray excuse our virtuous indignation, if you are not
really a Jesuit. But how about a Cathedral you intend to build for them, eh?" cutting
him several deliberate strokes as she was speaking, each one making him quiver
under its smarting force.
lothair.- "Oh! My God! How do you know that? I've only had the plans
drawn."
alice.- "But, my Lord, allow me to drive the thoughts of such a foolish thing
from your mind. Can you not think of some better applications for your money?
Will you promise me not to make yourself a fool?" cutting harder and harder every
moment, till he fairly howled with pain, ejaculating,-
"Ah! Oh! Damme! How cruel of you Miss Marchmont! Ah - for God's sake
let me off now. I - I - won't do it; I give my word for that."
alice.- "Beg my pardon instantly, my Lord, or you shall feel what cruelty really
is like. Cruel indeed! to a young lady who is only doing a painful duty!" catching
hold of a fresh rod, and slashing his bleeding bottom with all her might.
Lothair writhes his body about in dreadful pain, and his fine cock stands out
rampantly in front, in a most outrageous state of stiffness, the head quite purple from
the extraordinary pressure of blood which distended it. "Ah! ah! oh! oh! I do beg
your pardon, I'm sure you will forgive me, and let me off now," he groaned in agony.
alice.- "I've only a trifling thing to ask you, now you have apologized. My
duty is far more painful and disagreeable to me than it can possibly be to you; bodily
suffering cannot for a moment be compared to anguish of mind," as she still cuts into
his raw-looking posteriors, and looks round delightedly on the spectators for
encouragement, then goes on again. "If you're not going to build that Cathedral, will
you devote a fourth part of what it would have cost to the building of a proper temple
for the meetings of our Paphian Circle?"
lothair, gasping in pain.- "Ok! Oh! Yes! That I will,
Ł50,000, if you will let
me down at once!"
There was a general clapping of hands all round, and cries of, "Enough!
Enough! He's a good boy now," and then there was a scuffle all round to secure
victims, which were mostly of the weaker sex, but Ladies Bertha and Victoria, by the
aid of diplomacy, had got both their husbands prisoners on a sofa, and lashing into
them most unmercifully, laughing and shrieking out, "Keep the game alive! Keep
the game alive!"
Alice had meanwhile let down poor Lothair, who was into her in a moment, to
the dear girl's great delight, both of them frequently spending and screaming with
ecstasy.
My partner threw me across his knee, and made my bottom smart under his loud
slaps. I screamed and struggled desperately, and at last equalized matters by
grasping his stiff cock, and making him feel that two could play at the game of
inflicting pain. He cried a truce, and I speedily righted myself, sitting up with my
bottom in his lap, and his pego right up into my vitals. He clasped his arms round
me, taking one globe of my bosom in each hand, which he moulded delightfully with
his fingers as I rose and fell on his tight-fitting shaft, leaning back my head so as to
meet his kisses and give him my tongue. This was a delicious position, his
spendings seemed to shoot with extraordinary force into my womb, and my own
helped to make quite a stream of sperm, which spurted all over his thighs at each
insertion, and fairly drowned the hair round the roots of his pego.
St. Aldegonde and Montairy were having each other's wives for a change after
their whipping, but cunt seemed decidedly at a discount with them, as each of them
was indulging in a bottom-fuck, which those ladies seemed to relish immensely, and
to add to the voluptuous excitement of the scene, the darling Corisande struck up
"They a' Do't" to the tune of "A man's a man for a' that"
The grit folk an' the puir do't,
The blyte folk and the sour do't,
The black, the white,
Rude an' polite,
Baith autocrat an' boor do't.
For they a' do't - they a' do't,
The beggars an' the braw do't,
Folk that ance were, and folk that are-
The folk that come will a' do't.
The auld folk try't,
The young ane's do't,
The blind, the lame,
The wild, the tame,
In warm climes an' cauld do't,
For they a' do't, &c.
The licensed by the law do't,
Forbidden folk and a' do't,
And priest and nun
Enjoy the fun,
And never once say nay to't.
For they a' do't, &c.
The goulocks an' the snails do't
The cushie doos and quails do't,
The dogs, the cats,
The mice, the rats,
E'en elephants an' whales do't.
For they a' do't, &c.
The wee bit cocks an' hens do't,
The robins an' the wrens do't,
The grizzly bears,
The toads an' hares,
The puddocks in the fens do't.
For they a' do't, &c.
The boars an' kangaroos do't,
The titlins an' cuckoos do't,
While sparrows sma',
An' rabbits a'
In countless swarms an' crews do't,
For they a' do't, &c.
The midges, fleas, and bees do't,
The mawkes an' mites in cheese do't,
An' cauld earthworms
Crawl up in swarms,
An' underneath the trees do't,
For they a' do't, &c.
The kings an' queens an' a' do't,
The Sultan an' Pacha do't,
An' Spanish dons - loup off their thrones,
Pu' doon their breeks, an' fa' to't.
For they a' do't, they a' do't
The grit as weel's the sma' do't,
Frae crowned king
To creeping thing,
'Tis just the same - 'they a' do't!
Her clear melodious voice sounding distinctly through the apartment had such a
thrilling effect that we all joined in the chorus at the end of each verse, and never
before felt so excited or saw such a scene of delicious wantonness as was displayed
on every side, till at last exhaustion compelled us reluctantly to give up the
engagement, and after a short rest we returned in the carriages to the Duke's
mansion, as if we had only had an afternoon's drive.
This was altogether a memorable day, for as soon as we got back to Crecy
House, Corisande whispered to me that as the gentlemen had all been fairly used up,
her sisters had resolved to have an evening to ourselves whilst the gentlemen were in
Parliament or at their clubs recruiting their enervated abilities by wine, smoke and
cards. We might be sure of them till six A.M. at least, and the afternoon had left us
all in such a burning unsatisfied state that they had impressed into our service four
handsome young fellows, two footmen and two pages, who had never yet been
admitted to any freedom with their mistresses, but Lady St. Aldegonde had already
sworn them to secrecy as to what they might see in the evening, and given her
instructions to have everything prepared in her own private drawing-room, so as to
be ready as soon as the rest of the establishment had retired for the night.
It was past ten o'clock when we arrived home, but Bertha was so clever, it was
all devised and ordered in a few minutes, the footmen, and pages little suspecting the
scene they were to be introduced to when taking their oaths of secrecy. Everything
promised a deliciously enjoyable affair, especially as we had to undertake to seduce
them to our purposes.
In less than an hour-and-a-half, it was all ready; the Duchess was still keeping
her room, so Bertha dismissed all except John, James, Charles and Lucien (the latter
a fine handsome French page) as well as two pretty lady's-maids, Fanny and Bridget.
There were five of us ladies who sat down to a game of cards, for which the party
was ostensibly designed, all of us very lightly attired in the most
neglige style as if
quite indifferent to any little exposures we might make of our charms.
"My luck is dead this evening," exclaimed Lady Montairy, throwing her cards
down; "I shall be ruined if I sit here; what do you say to a dance; let's get the servants
to join us for fun; come Lucien, have a waltz with me round the room, I feel so low
spirited I don't care what I do to drive it away."
"Fie, sister! how you make the boy blush, but I wouldn't mind a dance myself if
it were not for the thing getting known," replied Corisande.
"Let's have a downright spree for once, John, James, and all of you will keep it
secret, I should so like to know how you enjoy yourselves downstairs," laughed
Bertha.
"Your Ladyship's slightest wish is binding upon us," replied John, most
respectfully, speaking for the others, "and I am sure none of us would betray such a
secret, when ladies condescend to a little familiar fun with their domestics."
Bertha seated herself at the piano, and everything was cleared out of the way for
a waltz. Lady Montairy led off with Lucien, I proposed to Charles, a very handsome
youth of seventeen, whilst Alice and Corisande had the two good-looking footmen,
John and James for partners, Bridget and Fanny making a female couple.
What fun we had, how flushed and excited our partners looked as we clung to
them in the voluptuous evolutions of this inspiriting waltz, as the strains of Lady
Bertha's talented execution seemed to thrill through our souls; the young fellows
quite delighted us by their easy graceful motions and manners, having evidently
profited by their everyday experience in seeing their superiors conduct themselves in
society.
At last we stopped from sheer exhaustion, Lady Montairy giving Lucien quite an
amorous kiss, as she led him to a sofa, pretending she did it to put him at his ease,
and we all followed her example, my partner excitedly returning my embrace with
ample interest and ardour, his hot burning lips sending a thrill of desire through my
frame.
Pretending to wish to cool myself a little I walked him into the next room, which
was only lighted by the brilliant moon, and we opened the window, which looked out
over a lovely garden, and then sat in a rather dark recess to enjoy the slight breeze
which was loaded with perfume of flowers and had a soft sensuous effect on my
excited nerves. I longed to enjoy my young partner, but did not exactly like the idea
of being the first of the party to break through the slight barriers that still existed in
favour of decency, although I knew perfectly well it was intended to be done by
Lady Bertha and her sisters; still they seemed so slow in arriving at a thorough
explanation with their company that I could wait no longer. "Charles," I whispered,
"do you know what love is, have you ever had a sweetheart?"
"No, my Lady, I never had a chance yet, as I look at all the beautiful creatures,
and think how hard it is that I dare not kiss one of them. Dear Lady, did you but
know the intense pleasure your lips afforded me just now you not would think that
kiss was thrown away, as I expect you did it in fun," he responded with emotion.
"Silly boy," I laughed in a whisper, "to think that should make you so happy,
why I don't mind giving you another here in the dark, if it is such a pleasure, and
costs me nothing," kissing him again in a very amorous manner. He clasped my
heaving form to his bosom, and I could feel quite a shiver of delight rush through his
trembling frame.
"What makes you tremble so, Charles?" I asked in the most innocent manner,
laying my hand carelessly on his thigh just where I hoped to make an important
discovery. Nor was I displeased to touch the engine of love which my hand gently
prodded, as if quite unconscious of anything wrong. What a start he gave as he
exclaimed, "I am so ashamed, oh lady, you have driven me mad," then suddenly
letting his rampant love dart loose, it stood throbbing and spending over my hand,
whilst I seemed to be unable to realize what I was doing.
"Oh; darling! Oh, Beatrice! Forgive me! What pleasure!" he seemed to gasp
out, kissing me rapturously, and taking all sorts of liberties with my bosom, which he
was moulding and pressing with his hands.
"What am I doing? Pray Charles, don't be so rude," I said hastily, dropping the
hold of his affair, and pretending to want to free myself from his embrace, but the
amorous lad had gone too far to realize his prize, and almost quicker than I can relate
it, his hands were under my skirts, forcing their way to the very shrine of love itself.
(To be continued.)
SUB-UMBRA, OR SPORT AMONG THE SHE-NOODLES.
(Conclusion.)
Not a day passed but we had some voluptuous games, whilst as to Rosa and
Frank, they were openly engaged to be married, which was an especial gratification
to the old people.
Time flew so rapidly that my visit drew to its close, and we were all thinking of
devising some signal display of love, to be enacted as a parting scene ere I took my
departure from my uncle's hospitable and happy domicile, when one fine morning in
June, who should favour us with a call, but my lovely brunette Mrs. Leslie. She had
driven over to invite myself and cousins to spend an early day before the Colonel's
return. "You know," she said, turning to my uncle, "how stiff and starch all his ideas
are, and I must have one day of real fun before he comes home from Paris. Will you
let them come tomorrow and stop till the next day?"
My uncle being too kind to refuse, the arrangement was made at once. Mrs.
Leslie stayed to luncheon, and we took an afternoon stroll in the park afterwards.
From time to time her intelligent glances assured me she was anxious for a tete-a-tete
with me, so asking her to take my arm, we soon managed to give the others the slip,
and lost ourselves in a dense copse. Sitting down on the soft mossy turf, under a
shady little yew tree, we were quite hidden from observation.
"How I longed to kiss your sweet lips once more," I exclaimed, clasping her in
my eager embrace, and sucking her breath almost away in a luscious osculation.
"If that is all you thought of, sir, you have been vastly unfaithful to your
protestations of love, and I should really feel awfully jealous of your pretty cousins
and Miss Redquim did I not see the unruly state of the jewel in your trousers," she
laughingly replied, as she took speedy steps to release and secure the impatient
prisoner in her grasp, continuing, "I wonder how he has amused himself since that
ever memorable day when I first had the pleasure of both seeing and feeling the
noble fellow. Now tell me true Sir Walter, have you seduced your cousins and their
friend?"
I at once made a full confession of all our amours, and begged she would
indulge us in every possible way on the morrow, as it would be the last grand chance
I should have before returning to town.
"Most delightful state of things I am sure, but what a shame not to have run over
and invited me to join in your amorous festivities. Surely you knew it was just what
I should have delighted in. I have a great mind to disappoint you now, only I should
also be punishing myself, so come on, you naughty young fellow, and I will consider
between this and to-morrow what your penance will be," she said, reclining herself
backwards, her fine dark eyes full of a humid languishing fire, which too truly
indicated her voluptuous requirements.
Lifting her skirts quickly, I paid my devotions at the shrine of love by a kiss and
playful bite of her clitoris, then, unable to dally any longer, placed myself between
her readily yielding thighs, and was soon revelling within the soft juicy folds of her
divine organ of bliss, delighted beyond expression by the throbbing compressions to
which it treated me as I lay quietly enjoying the sense of complete possession, which
is so delicious to contemplate, before commencing more vigorous action; our lips
met again and our billing and cooing would have lasted some time had we not heard
Frank declaring to Rosa and his sisters, "what a damned shame it was of Walter and
Mrs. Leslie to give them the slip, but he would find us and spoil our fun."
This caused my charming inamorata to heave up her buttocks as a challenge to
me, not to waste more time, so I put spurs to my steed, but none too soon, for just as
we died away in a mutual spend, Frank, Sisters, and Co. burst upon the scene with a
triumphant exclamation of "here's Walter and his grass widow," and before we could
recover ourselves the laughing party inflicted an awful slapping on our bottoms, till a
truce was made and we all agreed to wait patiently for the morrow's party at Mrs.
Leslie's.
Next day, favoured by splendid weather, we were early at the Colonel's
residence, and the handsome swarthy Vishnu ushered us into the luxurious boudoir
of his voluptuous mistress. "You have arrived early, it is scarcely one o'clock, my
toilette's not yet made, but how very welcome you all are to my house, I need not
trouble to say, after the frank understanding we came to yesterday, as to our
amusements now you are here. The chocolate is just ready, and I have infused in it
an imperceptible something (a secret, my dear, which the Colonel brought from
India), which will soon set all your young amorous blood in such a glow of desire
that you will not know how to satisfy your intense cravings for the delight of love,
and then naughty Walter shall be served out for his unfaithfulness to me."
This speech made us an smile as we took up the small cups of delicious
chocolate which Vishnu handed round, and as he disappeared our hostess, who had
nothing on but her dressing-gown, having drawn Frank to her side on the lounge,
asked us, as the day was so warm, to throw aside as much as possible of our
superfluous clothing, which was speedily done.
"We must have a romp before luncheon, then repose or stroll about during the
afternoon, and in the evening we shall, I hope, enjoy some novel ideas I have quite
set my mind upon," she continued during the short time we took to disrobe. "That's
right, only keep on the chemiserie now, at night we will discard the last rag; I have
no chemise to take off, so will keep on this convenient
robe de chambre, but you
may look Frank, if you don't think Rosa will be jealous," as she opened the front, and
displayed to his ardent gaze all the beauties of her person.
"If it makes her jealous, I can't help admiring such charms!" said Frank, "but
Rosa is far too sensible for that, and thoroughly enters into all our fun, in fact I am
sure she loves Walter as well as she does me, only she can't marry both of us."
"Ha! ha!! that accounts for Walter forgetting me, so to be revenged on them both
you must have me now," she replied, lifting up his shirt to see if he was ready; "why
your love-dart is almost exactly the size of his," and without more ado she was on his
lap, and spitted herself on Frank's cock, throwing off entirely the
robe de chambre
that she might enjoy him without impediment.
This instantly excited the girls, who lay down in pairs for a mutual gamahuche
and bottom-frig, Rosa playfully telling me to let Mrs. Leslie have the double pleasure
by fucking her bottom as she was riding Frank.
"Hold her tight, my boy," I said, "and I will let her beautiful little fundament
know what it is to keep a stiff prick waiting for his turn," as I took a little cold cream
from the dressing-table, and putting some on the head of my prick as well as on the
delightful brown wrinkled hole exposed to my attack, the head began to slip in at
once, despite her struggles and screams, "that we should injure her between us."
Further and further I gradually worked in, till I could feel my cock rubbing against
Frank's with only the thin divisional membrane between them, our joint spendings
deluging both cunt and bum, spurting the warm, frothy sperm over our balls at every
thrust. This was not enough to satisfy her, but she kept us at our work until we
repeated our emissions with screams of delight, and rolled on the floor in a confused
heap amongst the dear girls, who were so excited by the sight of our ecstasies that
they were revelling in every species of tribadism to allay their lustful yearnings.
After this Mrs. Leslie opened a side door, conducted us into her bathroom,
where we refreshed ourselves and indulged in a variety of kissing, frigging, &c, but
by her advice the girls refrained from exhausting us too much, and accepted
cigarettes of Turkish tobacco to join us in a smoke, as we lighted some of the
Colonel's fine cigars. It was a picture worthy of any Apelles, as we could see the
reflection of all our naked charms on the bathroom walls, which constituted one vast
mirror of the very finest silvered glass, two rather good-looking young fellows with
big pricks, as rampant as could be wished, and five lovely ladies all smoking and
puffing pretty curls or rings of vapoury nicotine, alternating that sober enjoyment for
more active fun, by trying to burn the tips of their cunts with the fiery ends of
cigarette or cigar.
About half-past two, we dressed, and then took luncheon, then strolled in the
grounds or on the bank of a small stream, where some of us passed the time trying
our piscatorial luck, till the bell rang for dinner, which passed pleasantly enough, and
about 9 P.M., we assembled in the drawing-room, for a grand erotic seance.
Mrs. Leslie dismissed all her servants for the night, except Vishnu, who she said
would be quite sufficient to attend to our little requirements.
The room was large and lofty, the windows closed and artistically draped with
gorgeous black and gold curtains, the spaces between filled up with mirrors and
branching candelabra, the opposite side of the apartment being also quite a tableau of
flowers, mirrors, and lighted wax candles, which shed a brilliant and yet soft
luxurious effulgence over the whole scene; two doors at one end gave access to
retiring rooms, where we undressed, and in a very few minutes the whole party, in a
state of ravishing nudity, were grouped round Mrs. Leslie as she sat on an ottoman,
awaiting her decision as to the programme.
She first persuaded us to sip a little of her chocolate, then went on to say, "As
we are five to two you will find I have a stock of fine, soft, firmly made dildoes to
make up the deficiency in males, which alternated with the real article will enable us
to thoroughly enjoy ourselves. First, I believe Miss is a virgin, notwithstanding all
she knows and has seen; her delicate little pussey must be itching to be emancipated
from the thraldom of virginity. Walter must do the service for her at once, on Rosa's
lap, so now to business, as I see our gentlemen are in a beautiful state of readiness.
Polly blushed deeply, but readily seated herself on her friend's lap with her legs
wide open, presented to my staff of life, whilst Rosa, passing her hands round the
dear girl's waist, held open the lips of her cunny, and guided the head of my affair in
the proper direction. Much as she had been frigged and gamahuched, it was a hard
task; her cunt was so deliciously small and tight that in spite of her favourable
position, I could only just get the head of Mr. Priapus within the nymphae before she
started with the intense pain, and gave a suppressed scream of anguish, the tears
starting to her eyes and trickling over her blushing face.
"Courage, darling, it will soon be over," I whispered, kissing her excitedly,
whilst Mrs. Leslie encouraged me by saying, "Sharp and quick, Walter, a good thrust
will force better than those gentle pushes; gentleness is not real kindness when taking
a maidenhead"; at the same moment I felt she was attacking my virgin bottom-hole
behind with a well-lubricated dildoe, its head being well in before I knew exactly
what she was doing; this and the desire to possess Polly so stimulated me that I thrust
furiously at the opposing obstacle, her heartrending cries adding to my pleasure, and
making me mad with desire. At last I was halfway in, then a fierce lunge seemed to
break quite through as I, at the same time, deluged the tight passage with a copious
emission.
The poor little victim had swooned, but Mrs. Leslie, working her dildoe behind,
ordered me to let my cock throb inside Polly's tight sheath, as it would tend to bring
her round, and excite her amorous sensibility to the utmost.
What delightful sensations I experienced, my prick feeling all the spasmodic
contractions of her vagina, and having my bottom well dildoe-fucked at the same
time, I spent again under the influence of this accumulated excitement just as my
partner was coming round under the influence of some cordial which had been
poured down her gasping throat, whilst strong smelling salts had been applied to her
nostrils. She opened her eyes, giving a violent sneeze at the same time, which
vibrated on my delightful prick, who instantly began gently to bestir himself in her
tight scabbard; this roused her little by little, till throwing her arms round my neck,
and returning my hot kisses with all the ardour of her nature, she cried and laughed
by turns, as she begged me to make haste and complete her happiness.
By a side glance I could see Frank was in Mrs. Leslie's bottom, Annie in him
with a dildoe, and Sophie doing the same to her sister, in fact, a perfect string of
pederastic branchings from my own violated bum. It was such a scene as I had never
seen before, and added additional fury to my already maddened lust. I came again
and again before we finished, each spend more ecstatic than the last. The chocolate
had so invigorated us, that we went through an almost interminable series of
spendings, till at last nature could stand it no longer, we rolled on the floor in a
confused heap, and wound up in a mutual gamahuche; Mrs. Leslie secured the blood-
stained quim of little Polly, which she sucked till she had enjoyed the last drop of
ensanguined spunk she could extract from the wounded slit of her young friend, who
writhed in delight under the soothing touches of such a lascivious tongue.
It was between eleven and twelve o'clock, when just as we were recovering from
a state of lethargic oblivion, and thinking of some reinvigorating refreshment, the
sound of carriage wheels on the gravel drive up to the house, and then, rat-a-tat-tat
on the loud knocker made us all start to our feet and rush for our clothes.
"The Colonel, by all that's unfortunate," exclaimed Mrs. Leslie, "make haste or
he will catch us; who would have thought of his arriving this time of night."
The prudent Vishnu, pretending to be awaking out of his first sleep, so bungled
and delayed opening the front door, that we were tolerably presentable by the time
the Colonel made his appearance, and whatever his suspicions may have been, he
went through the formality of introduction in the most friendly way possible, the
presence of so many young ladies evidently quite disconcerting him for the moment.
I afterwards learnt from his wife that under promise of secrecy she had
confessed all to him, and vastly amused her husband by an account of our doings;
but, at any rate, it stopped our fun at the time, and next day I was obliged to return to
town, and thus brought to conclusion "My Sport amongst the She-Noodles,"
anything but "Noodles" after I had so enlightened them, in fact quite as knowing as
Adam and Eve after they found out they were "Naked," having tasted the
"Tree of
Knowledge," which, in my humble opinion, meant found out
"L'Arte de faire
l'amour."
FINIS.
THEN-AND-NOW.
Nine years ago I Betsy knew,
When she was but thrice five;
With eyes that flash'd in amorous glow,
The prettiest girl alive!
Behold her now! a married dame,
Huge, burly, fat and coarse;
With a plump, lusty, dumpy frame.
Hind quarters of a horse!
She then was light, and slim, and fresh,
Rosy, and light'ning ey'd;
She then was Spirit - now - O Flesh!
How are thou finished!
SECOND PART.
Her sister Athenais sits
Beside her in the pew;
I wonder if that lass forgets,
What I once used to do?
She then was nine; I put my hand,
Into her frock behind;
And strok'd her, you will understand,
Just as I felt inclin'd.
She giggled and she winc'd about,
But liked the picked rudeness;
She eyes me kindly - she no doubt
Remembers all my lewdness.
Yes - eyes me most luxuriously,
With glances bright beseeching!
How pleasantly the moments fly,
While Mr. Cotterill's preaching!
I see she feels the amorous smart,
She muses on the men,
Comprising in her virtuous heart,
The thoughts of now and then.
TEMPTATION.
Papa and Mamma, Arabella and I,
Were sitting at supper with nobody by;
Now because they believe me a cozy old fellow,
They want to induce me to wed Arabella.
I like the girl well, but I don't choose to wed,
Fair Bella perceives I'm not easily led;
But while Papa told me some prosy old fable,
She was scratching her marrowbones under the table.
She look'd in my face, and on our eyes catching,
I just turn'd my head to see what she was scratching;
She had got her right ankle upon her left knee,
Up to her left garter I fairly could see.
She look'd in my face without shame or aversion,
While scratching her nakedness for my diversion;
While I sat electrifyd stuck like a fool,
She put down her petticoats easy and cool.
And ten minutes after she did it again,
Though knowing I look'd and saw it quite plain;
Come - there was a prank for a delicate virgin,
Who thought an old bachelor wanting some urging!
A SENSIBLE WOMAN.
Mrs. Johnson, going into the cellar one day, caught her husband fucking the
servant girl. A short time after, finding that Kate was packing her boxes to leave, she
enquired the reason.
Kate.- "I couldn't think of stopping mum, after what you saw in the cellar."
Mrs. J.- "Go along girl, do you think I mind? Perhaps with what you do in the
cellar, and I do upstairs, we may keep the old whoremonger at home between us."
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