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THE PEARL,
A Journal of Facetić and Voluptuous
Reading.
No. 10 PUBLISHED MONTHLY. April, 1880
LA ROSE D'AMOUR.
Or the Adventures of a Gentleman in search of Pleasure.
Translated from the French.
(Continued)
Shortly a bell sounded, and through a side door entered a troupe of the most
beautiful young girls the world could produce.
The effect on me was electric, so much beauty congregated together I could not
imagine. So bewitchingly graceful did they appear as they gleefully tripped into the
room, exhibiting the most lascivious attitudes. So true to a fault were their figures,
so charming was the clear transparent whiteness of their necks and faces, slightly
tinted with the rose's hue, shaded by masses of rich black, auburn, or chestnut hair,
which waved in the light like rays of molten gold, falling in ringlets over their
beautifully rounded shoulders, whilst their eyes, half hid in the long silken lashes,
beaming and sparkling with licentiousness, made them look like houris descended
from the Moslem's paradise, rather than anything of mortal mould. And what served
to heighten the enchantment their appearance cast over me was their dress.
Some entered dressed in pants and cymar, a la Turque, displaying to the utmost
advantage their large busts and beautifully rounded hips.
Others (the majority) dressed in Turkish pants of fine blue or pink gauze, with a
short petticoat hanging halfway to the knee, made of the same material, and which,
instead of hiding any part of their bodies, only added to their beauty, and heightened
every charm.
Their beautiful breasts could be plainly seen, even the rosy-tipped nipples could
be distinguished as they rose and fell in undulating palpitations against their slight
covering.
The shape of the legs and thighs could be seen; nay, even the masses of curling
hair that overhung their delicious, luscious little cunts, even the lips of which I could
see - all, all was visible.
I stood thus entranced, gazing on the fairy-like beings that were grouped around
me, without a thought but of their extreme loveliness, till I was aroused from my
state of dreamy delight by one of the gentlemen present asking me to give my arm to
one of the ladies, and take her for my partner at the supper table. And that if after
supper I should see any other lady who I might prefer to my first choice, I should be
at full liberty to take her.
All that I could do in answer was to gaze around on them with a half-bewildered
look, till a beautiful creature came up to me, and with a smile, putting her arm in
mine, her lustrous dark eyes beaming with the very spirit of luxuriousness, asked if I
would not accept her as my companion for the night.
I answered her by putting my arm around her taper waist, and drawing her into a
close embrace, imprinted on her lips a dozen burning kisses, which she returned with
equal ardour.
Leading the way to the table we seated ourselves on a sofa (there being no
chairs, but a sofa for each couple); the repast commenced.
No sooner had we taken our seats than an unseen band of music struck up,
playing the most beautiful and seductive airs; and as the dessert came on, a large
curtain, which was stretched across at one end of the room, suddenly drew up,
exhibiting a beautiful little stage, on which appeared four girls dancing some of the
most licentious dances, throwing themselves into the most tempting postures,
pirouetting till their gauze skirts stood entirely level with their navels, showing their
cunts, even drawing apart the vermilion lips of those mossy temples of love by the
extension of their legs, allowing us to catch a glimpse of the luscious interior which
the open legs half disclosed.
After sitting at the dessert an hour or more, drinking the most exciting and
heating wines with one another, on a given signal the girls withdrew to prepare for
the ball, leaving us to do the same, which consisted merely in our stripping stark
naked, retaining only our pumps.
I must here beg the reader's indulgence to state what I should have said before -
that is, that the members of the society which held their revels in this house all
belonged to the first families in the kingdom. That when any gentleman was
initiated he must bring with him and present to the society some female relative,
either a sister or cousin, mistress, or some beautiful female friend, so that in enjoying
the relatives of other members he could have no advantage over them or their
honour.
The young lady who had made herself my partner, I learned, was Mademoiselle
de C-, daughter of Count C-, and sister to one of the gentlemen present. Here, on
the pretence of being on a visit to each other's houses, they met once a week, and
gave loose to the most unbounded licentiousness. All modesty formally banished the
house, and the most lascivious abandon being substituted in its place.
After stripping we entered the ballroom, which, like the salle a manger,
was
painted with nude figures, and instead of seats, it was furnished at the sides and ends
with richly made couches stuffed with the softest down, and having spring bottoms,
sheets of the finest lace, and coverlets of silk and satin, but no curtains to them, as
nothing was allowed to be done in secret.
If a gentleman and his partner were tired of dancing, they could retire to a couch
and play at the game of love.
On brackets against the wall, a little raised above the couches, were shelves
supporting decanters of wine, trays of comfits, and other stimulating refreshments.
We had not long to wait for our partners ere they came dancing into the room, as
naked as we were, except a wide scarf of light blue or pink gauze, which each had
thrown over her shoulders.
If I was pleased with my partner at supper I was much more so now that I could
have a fair view of her when perfectly naked. Her skin rivalled alabaster in
whiteness, her beautiful full breasts sustained themselves firm and round as two
globes; her well rounded shoulders tapered down into a small waist, a small foot,
with an ankle expanding upwards into a fine calf, her thighs full, large and
proportionately made, swelling up into a pair of large hips, while the two half-globes
of her backside were equally massive and firm. Her hair, which she had combed out,
hung down to her knees, while her cunt was surrounded and overshadowed by a
mass of jet black hair which grew upon and around her belly as high as her navel,
hanging down between her thighs some way, forming a perfect veil or covering over
the dear little slit, contrasting most beautifully with the snowy whiteness of her belly
and thighs.
On entering the room she ran up to me with extended arms, but I caught her, and
held her out at arm's length, surveying and devouring with my eyes her every charm
and beauty, and then clasping her in a long embrace, we writhed about in each other's
arms, rubbing our bellies together, till Mr. Pego began to snort and prance about
between her thighs, seeking for an entrance into some hospitable retreat in which to
hide his impudence.
So great was the excitement raised in me by feeling her soft white belly rubbing
against mine, as well as the springy mossy covering of her fount of love pressing
against my rampant machine, that I would have sent him in to explore the dark little
cavern concealed between her thighs, as we stood in the centre of the room, had she
not prevented me.
Hardly knowing how to contain my still increasing passion, I slid between her
arms, and dropped on my knees on the floor, parting with my fingers the glossy
ringlets that hid a pair of rosy pouting lips, most lusciously tempting, and implanted
my burning kisses on that amorous spot.
There was no time for further dalliance as the music began, and she led me away
to join in the dance.
After the first cotillion I led her to a couch, and reclining on it drew her down by
my side, and would soon have brought matters to a crisis had she not prevented me
again, by saying that we should be obliged to enter the lists, and go through our first
manual exercise on a state couch in the centre of the room, surrounded by the whole
company.
Shortly after I heard the tinkle of a small bell, and immediately entered four
men, wheeling in a couch of carved rosewood, covered with sheets of the finest
linen, overspread with one of Brussels lace.
The committee, one of whom was my partner's brother, advanced to me and led
me to the couch, while three of the ladies present took Mademoiselle de C-, and
placing her on her back turned a small screw at one side of it, which, acting on
springs, raised that part on which rested her beautiful buttocks, elevating them at
least one foot higher than her head or feet, forming a sort of bow, and throwing up
that portion of her belly and thighs which was most contiguous to the dear little cleft
in the bottom of her belly.
So soon as they had arranged everything the three girls stepped back a little, and
the men placed me on the top of her who was to share my sweet labour. She
extended her thighs to the utmost to receive me.
After I was placed comfortably on her the gentlemen fastened us down on the
couch by means of belts of india rubber, which extended across the bed, and held us
firmly on it.
I soon perceived the necessity of this, as at the least motion I made (there were
such powerful springs fixed in the body of the couch) the springing caused by it
would have thrown me off my partner if not off the couch.
The sweet little creature, who was lying under me, now threw her legs across my
back, and clasping me in her arms, showed that she was ready for the delicious
combat.
Upon these signs the girls who had placed her on the couch advanced, and one
with the tips of her fingers held open the lips of her cunt, while another took hold of
my stiff-stander, and pointing his head at the entrance, directed him to the opening
before him. But so highly were my passions wrought up, and such a magnificent
erection had I acquired, so swelled up was its large red head, and so lusciously tight
and small was the entrance to the grotto of love, that it would not enter.
After two or three trials, each of which failed, the one who had hold of my
driving machine, forced my backside up from off Mademoiselle de C-, and slipping
her head between my thighs, took my prick into her mouth, and palating it with her
tongue, wet it well with saliva, and letting it out of her mouth, again presented it at
the entrance of the fiery furnace which was gaping to receive it. Effecting a safe
lodgement for the head, with one vigorous thrust I buried myself in her to the very
haft.
So fierce was the concussion produced by the meeting of our bodies that my
magnificent stones fairly cracked against her delicious backside. With such force did
I come down on her that the springs in the bed were forced low down, and
rebounding sent us some three feet into the air. The bed was so constructed that the
springs could force the bed up from the body on which it rested.
I now felt that I was master of the field, and taking advantage of my position,
gave my partner such a series of thrusts and drives - the springing of the bed driving
her to meet me - our bodies would come together with such a force as to make all
tremble.
The spectators around us were continually calling out to us and commenting
upon our performance with such exclamations as the following: "O God, what a
magnificent thrust." "How splendidly he drives it home to her." "See how
deliciously their bodies meet together." "What a splendid prick, what beautifully
large stones, how exquisitely do they flop against her buttocks," &c.
"Ah, Mademoiselle de C-, how I envy you those glorious cods and that
luxurious prick, with which you are now gorging that greedy little maw of yours,"
exclaimed a lively young creature as she left her gallant's arm to approach the bed
and get a fairer view of the fierce driving machine which so excited her imagination.
"Oh, how beautiful!" she said, as stooping down she caught a full view of the whole
machinery in motion. "See how the proud courser steams and smokes as he reins
back his head to the starting place, and then how he makes everything foam again as
he dashes onward in his mad career, towards the goal of victory!" and in her
excitement she took my stones in her hand, and gently squeezed them, and brought
me at once to the crisis.
Making one last lunge forward, I lay quivering and gasping on my fair partner's
bosom, drenching her inmost parts with a perfect shower of the elixir of love.
My partner, who had been no ways backward in sustaining my fierce lunges and
had returned them with thrusts and upheavings fully as amorous as my own, feeling
the heat of the burning liquid I was ejecting in her, gave way at the same time, and
dissolving her very soul into a flood of sperm, opened the gates of love's reservoir,
and let flow such a stream of pearly essence as never came from woman before.
After we pad recovered ourselves from the delirium in which our senses were
lost for a few moments, the belts which held us together were loosened.
I arose, and raised Mademoiselle de C-; as I stood her on the floor large drops
of spendings fell pattering between her feet, attesting to the vigour and warmth with
which we had entered into the pleasure of love.
I now received the congratulations of the male part, as to the manner in which I
had gone through the performance, and done such credit to their sex.
My mistress also received the encomiums of the females, all of whom envied
her of her good luck in having me for a companion.
Then taking the dear girl to one of the side couches, we reclined for a short time,
taking wine and refreshments to invigorate ourselves for further enjoyments.
Casting my eyes around the room I observed that every couch was occupied by a
couple, all of them playing the same game we had just gone through with.
My fair partner and myself arose and promenaded round the room, observing the
different modes and manners of frigging which some of them adopted.
At the sight of so many beautiful women in action all at once, I thought it only
right my mistress should complete the set, and leading her back to the couch, I again
gave her such a delicious fuck that she could not get up for half-an-hour afterwards.
Shortly after the company had recovered from the transports into which they
were plunged, two servants entered the room, bearing in on trays small cups of
spiced chocolate, prepared in such a way as to give the drinker strength to enter the
lists of love ten or a dozen times.
Fucking was now proclaimed the order of the night. Never in the world was
there so much delicious frigging done at one time by an equal number of persons.
Never were there so many beautiful cunts to be seen so gorged and stuffed, and so
well fucked by so many noble pricks. Never did woman receive such a shower of
sperm as drenched them from all quarters.
The debauch was growing to its height, the chocolate began to operate fiercely
on the men. The Women writhed and twined themselves about the floor, fucking,
screaming and shouting in ecstasy.
The most licentious words now issued from the mouths of those females, who,
on the morrow, would meet you in their salons with a demure look and virtuous
countenance.
The excitement was steadily increasing. The women became prefect
Bacchantes, they drank freely of the most exciting and exhilarating wines.
Suddenly they stripped the beds from off the couches, and spread them on the
floor, forming one large bed, upon which they could all lay down. The uproar
increased. Here might be seen two women contending (amicably) for one man.
Again, two men contending for one woman, till each found a place for their
inflamed pricks, one in her cunt, and the other in her bottom or mouth at the same
time.
The females shouted, ran after the men, throwing themselves on the bed,
dragging the men on the top of them.
My loving mistress partook of the universal excitement with the rest. She was,
if possible, more furious than any of her sex, mad with the extraordinary lubricity
aroused within her amorous frame, twining herself in my arms, rubbing all parts of
her body against mine, smothering me with kisses, nay, even pinching and biting me
with force, so highly were her erotic propensities aroused, and continually calling on
me by every endearing name, to frig, fuck, or give her satisfaction with my tongue.
Placing herself in the most lascivious positions, throwing up her legs and
outstretching her arms, she would invite me, in the most licentious terms, to enter the
amorous lists, expatiating on each and every separate beauty of her person, declaring
the superior firmness of her plump bubbies, which she would press and squeeze, then
on the white and velvet softness of her belly, describing all the luscious charms of
her cunt, the luxurious heat contained within its juicy folds. Then turning on her
belly, would display the two full and plump moons of her backside, inviting me to
enter from that quarter. Then throwing her legs back, lay with the feet resting on her
buttocks.
While in this position a thought struck me, and I determined to put it in
execution.
Throwing myself on my back, my feet towards her head, my bare arse against
hers, my prick stiff and erect as a rod of ivory tipped with red, I told my inamorata to
lower her legs on my body. As she did so I had my battering ram right to the point,
and she impaled herself on its head. This was a rather novel mode of fucking, but
none more so than the manner in which some of the others were frigging.
The orgies of these Bacchantes having reached its height, partially subsided for
a few minutes, when the president of the club, calling for order, put to the vote
whether the lights in the room should be put out or not.
Having witnessed all that had passed, this seemed a strange proceeding, and on
asking my fair partner to solve the riddle, she replied that at a certain hour at each
meeting the party, both male and female, stripped themselves of every ornament.
The women are not even allowed to retain combs in their hair. The men then retiring
to another apartment for a moment or two, the women would put out all the lights in
the room, taking care, however, to leave one burning in a small side closet, when on
the ringing of a bell the men would again enter the room, in which were their
mistresses, and mixing indiscriminately with them, would recommence the soft
pleasures of love at once.
Neither the ladies nor their lovers were allowed to open their mouths even for a
whisper, for fear of being known to each other, and that for the same reasons
everyone was obliged to lay aside every ornament, no matter what it might be, so
that a brother and sister, in case they were together, could not recognize one another
by any particular bracelet, ring or other ornament.
After the vote had been taken we did as I have just stated. On our re-entering
the room, which was totally dark, the door was locked from the outside by an
attendant, and stumbling forward through the darkness, we met the women, who
threw themselves into our arms, and we were soon tumbling pell mell on the floor.
I got hold of a plump little fairy, and groping my way to one corner, of the large
bed, I placed her in a favourable position, and finding my way in the dark as well as
in daylight, I revelled in charms the most voluptuous.
Oh, ye Gods! how tight did her cunt clasp my prick. What a luscious suction
was created by the juicy folds of her cylinder as my piston-rod shoved in and out.
How gloriously she met all my thrusts by the most energetic heaves. Oh, how her
fiery kisses were lavished on my cheeks and lips, as I pressed her to my bosom. And
now the crisis came on, and we swam in a sea of pleasure.
I lay by her side, and broke the rules by telling her in a whisper who I was. I
questioned her about her adventures in the dark.
She went on to tell me that at one of the meetings, on the lights being suddenly
restored, she found herself lying in the arms of her half-brother, and that she had
frequently met with her cousin also.
She said that she had known brothers and sisters, and many a pair of cousins,
who had been caught in each other's arms, and that on the lights being restored, so
far from quitting one another they pursued the chase till the game was run down, and
enjoyed themselves as they would, had they been strangers.
She said that in order to obtain the full enjoyment of the pleasures of love, it was
necessary to do away with all modesty and restraint, that man was made for woman,
and woman for man. That, for her part, she considered it made no difference who
the actors were, so the fucking was well done and enjoyed.
All her actions and movements pronounced my partner one of the most
licentious of women. She played with all parts of my body; laying her head on my
thighs, she would handle my stones, put the head of my prick between other lips than
those nature formed to receive it, and tickling the head of it with her tongue she tried
to awaken it to renewed vigour; trying every means to arouse its dormant energies,
she succeeded, and casting herself into my arms, lay on her back upon me.
My pego was in a beautiful state of erection, his head rooting up between the
snowy thighs of my fair burden, and furiously butting the door, demanding an
entrance into the secret chamber of love. With the tips of her fingers she opened the
valves that closed the rosy-tinted aperture of her cavernous recess, and inserting the
head I gave rein to my courser, and for the seventh time that night did I drown
myself in bliss.
So well pleased was I with my companion that despite the attraction of the many
beauties who were groping about over the room, enjoying themselves first with one
man, then with another, and any of whom I might have had, that I laid myself in her
arms, my cheek resting on a very large round globe of flesh, her arms clasping me
close to it, while her legs were crossed with mine.
In this position I fell into a sound sleep.
When I awoke the lights were blazing with great splendor, and I found the girl in
whose arms I had fallen asleep engaged in a vigorous combat with a man who lay
close by me.
Continuing the debauch till the approach of day, we all dressed, each one going
separately, and by different routes to their residences.
I reached home, and hastening to my apartment, completely worn out from the
violent exercise I had undergone, I fell into a sleep from which it was three o'clock in
the afternoon before I awoke.
CHAPTER III.
I attended all the orgies of the club - of which I had been made a member -
where new debauches were committed every week.
At each meeting my partiality for the delicious creature I had lain with last, on
my initiative night, increased to such a degree that I determined to have and retain
her to myself if possible.
Celestine was the daughter of the Marquis de R-. In the club she was known by
the soubriquet of La Rose D'Amour, by which name I shall continue to call her.
She combined all the graces and charms peculiar to the softer sex.
She had a temptingly small foot, giving tokens of the excellent smallness of the
delicious slit, which nature had placed between a pair of ripe fleshy thighs, backed
by a pair of fair buttocks, beautifully rising up, swelling out into bold relief from the
adjacent parts. A belly white and soft as a bed of snow, a waist slender as a nymph,
a neck like a swan, small mouth, inlaid with two rows of ivory, lips rosy and pouting,
cheeks soft as the velvet down of an overripe peach, languishing dark eyes, sparkling
and beaming with a lascivious fire, shaded by long silken lashes, while her auburn
hair fell in a profusion of ringlets over her neck and shoulders, half concealing a pair
of large globes rivalling alabaster in whiteness, tipped with nipples hard and red as
rose buds, in fact she was "perfection personified."
The day following my last visit to the club, I received a letter from St.
Petersburg, announcing my father's death, desiring me immediately to set out for that
place for the purpose of removing his remains to France.
Now, I had never seen enough of my father to have any great fondness for him;
what little filial affection I had was soon drowned by the ideas I had of enjoyment
now I was to succeed at once to his vast fortune, so that I did not like to give up my
pleasures, especially that of forgoing my meetings with La Rose D'Amour.
On receiving the letter I at once proceeded to the Hotel de R-, and on enquiring
for Celestine was shown into the drawing-room.
The servant returned to usher me into her mistress's boudoir, where, opening the
door, I passed in, and found her reclining on a sofa, in a bewitching dishabille. Her
neck was uncovered, the bosom of her wrapper open, half displaying her pretty
bubbies. One foot resting on the sofa, the other on an embroidered footstool, the
dress lying on the knee, displaying a finely rounded calf. After locking the door I
read her the letter I had received, and telling her I could not part from her, implored
her to leave home and accompany me on my journey, telling her that on our return to
France, I would fit up my chateau in Brittany with all the luxury of an Eastern
Harem, where we might reside amid all the pleasures that love could induce, and an
the luxury that wealth could purchase.
After a few short murmurs she consented, and I left her to make the necessary
preparations for our departure on the morrow.
As she was to accompany me in male attire, acting as a page, I was obliged to
have recourse to my faithful valet, to procure proper dresses, &c.
By eight o'clock in the evening we had everything prepared, and as we were to
start at daylight, Celestine, under pretence of going to a ball, came and passed the
night with me in my chamber at my uncle's.
At daylight we set off with all the speed that four good horses could give us.
My companion made a very handsome-looking boy, and was the cause of our
having some very amusing adventures on our journey.
At a small town on the frontier, at which we stopped, on showing my passport to
Monsieur le Maire, he insisted on our staying at his house for the night, which I at
last complied with.
He was an old man about sixty, grey-haired and bald. After arriving at his
house, he sent a servant to inform his wife that there were strangers in the hall below,
and desiring her presence.
In a few minutes, to our agreeable surprise, there entered the room a very
charming, rosy-cheeked, vivacious-looking young woman, about twenty-two years
of age.
In the course of the evening I observed by the almost scornful manner in which
she regarded her husband that the union with him had been a "marriage of
convenience," and furthermore, from the glances I perceived passing between her
and Celestine, I knew she wanted but the opportunity to give her husband the slip, so
I determined, if the chance offered, to repay M. le Maire's hospitality by making an
addition to his bald pate in the shape of a pair of horns.
On retiring for the night, my mistress informed me that she had an engagement
with our host's wife. That she intended to drug a glass of wine for her husband on
going to bed, which would ensure her freedom for at least ten hours, and that as soon
as her husband was fast asleep she would go to her room.
Telling Celestine to undress and get into my bed, I went into the room prepared
for her, and stripping myself perfectly naked, awaited in darkness the coming of the
charming hostess.
After waiting for an hour I heard a light step advancing towards the room, the
door opened, and she entered, and whispering Rudolph, the name Celestine had
taken, advanced to the bed. Slipping the bolts in the door, I caught her in my arms,
and found she was as naked as myself. In kissing her she knew immediately by my
whiskers that I was not the person she expected to meet, and fearing she had made a
mistake in the room, she gave a slight scream, and struggled violently to free herself.
But I retained a firm hold of her naked waist, and drawing her to the bed,
explained everything to her. How that my page Rudolph was my "chere amie,"
accompanying me in this disguise.
After calming her fears I lighted a taper that stood on the table and kissed
everything, especially a dear hairy little cleft at the bottom of her belly, I found her
to exceed the expectations I had formed at the supper table. She could not resist my
handling her person, but freely gave herself up to my touches.
The game was getting too exciting to stand dallying very long, so turning her on
her back, I plunged my weapon into a bath of hot juicy flesh, and gave her a
luxurious feast of the fruit of which she had had before but a very slight taste.
Five times that night did I put her through the manual exercise of love, and five
times did she die away in the most ecstatic enjoyments, the pleasures of which she
declared she had only known in imagination.
It was with sincere regret that Madame le Maire parted from me at dawn of day,
to join her sleeping husband, to whose brows had just been added a pair of horns.
They were short to be sure, but there appeared every prospect of their branching out
into large antlers.
Before leaving me she made me promise to stop on my return.
After breakfast in the morning I returned my host my sincere thanks for his
hospitality, assuring him that the entertainment I had received in his house was far
beyond my expectations.
I ordered my carriage, and followed by my page, took the road to Vienna.
(To be continued.)
SALLY'S MISTAKE.
Sally, the servant-maid of Mr. A-, was accustomed to walk in her sleep. She
one night came into her master's room, went into his bed, laid down and slept
between him and his wife.
In the morning Mr. A- got up according to his usual custom, a little after five
o'clock, after having performed (as he thought) the part of an affectionate husband,
not suspecting that there was anybody in bed with him but his wife.
He had not got downstairs before Mrs. A- awoke, and accosted Sally, whom she
mistook for her husband, in the following terms: "My dear Mr. A-, indeed I am not
surprised that we have no children, since you are so lazy. Come closer, my dear,
pray my dear, come. I am sure I am young and vigorous and perform my part as
well as any woman in the kingdom."
Here Mrs. A- paused a few minutes, waiting for an answer, but receiving none
from the imagined husband (who lay all the time in a cold sweat, fearing a discovery,
for she thought Mrs. A- was her gallant the shopman, who laid with her every night,
as she was afraid to sleep by herself; but they never spoke to each other during their
amorous interviews for fear of being overheard).
"Fellow, do you think me worthy of an answer; I'll be revenged - I'll never get
into bed with you again!"
Here her breast swelled so with anger that she could not utter another word.
Fortunately it was not yet light, so Sally jumped out of the bed and ran up to her
gallant; to whom she imparted the whole affair.
This was the first time they had ever broken silence during their amours, and
they were overheard by another maid who slept in the next room. She watched for
the shopman's coming out of Sally's chamber, and made him go into hers to gratify
those desires which I leave the reader to guess.
They all arose at their usual time, and Mrs. A- being informed that breakfast
was ready, went downstairs into the parlour, and had just seated herself when Mr. A-
entered the room, and accosted her in the following words:
Mr. A.- "Well, my dear, what do you think of me now?"
Mrs. A.- "That you are as incapable as a eunuch."
Mr. A.- "Nay, my dear, I thought you seemed so much pleased with our
gambols this morning that we should have been very great friends all the day, but,
alas, I find there is no satisfying a woman!"
Mrs. A.- "I'll tell you, fellow, I'll have a divorce. Not even answer me,
scoundrel. Did I not make a man of you? Had it not been for me, you would have
had to carry your cod-piece to a beggar woman ere this - whilst I know by your
unnatural abstinence you have a gay woman in keeping - some painted little bitch or
flaghopper. Not a civil answer when I offer you my love? You shall repent it, sir,
you old whoremonger, thus to neglect your virtuous wife" (clapping her hands in
fury).
Mr. A.- "My dear, I did. As I love my money, will you have it cut off and
preserved like a snake in a bottle - or do you want it twice before breakfast?"
Mrs. A.- "Your money is my money, and so ought your - to be, but you take it
elsewhere, you old adulterer!"
Mr. A. - "Nay, nay, my dear, but I believe you're too loving, my jewel, as soon
as breakfast is over I'll lock the door and we will-"
Mrs. A.- "Now, indeed, my dear, you speak like a man of mettle, and I forgive
all that is past."
When breakfast was over he performed his promise. Madam was pleased, and
harmony once more reigned in their loving abode. Sally also was equally happy in
having escaped from her dangerous predicament, her fellow servant in having gotten
a gallant, and the shopman two fine girls to play and toy with at his pleasure.
Moral. - "It's an ill wind that blows nobody any good."
PLEASURES AFAR.
DISCOVERY OF THE LONGITUDE.
A merchant of Genoa leaving wife at home;
Kiss'd a little whore, in the town of Rome;
"You, my dear;" said he, "tried full many a nation,
Then say who had the longest tool of generation?"
Said the merry girl, "Oh, that's soon decided,
You, who cross the sea, are the best provided;
What a length of tail, though the seas you roam,
Your spouses never fail, to bear you babes at home!"
MISS COOTE'S CONFESSION,
OR THE VOLUPTUOUS EXPERIENCES OF AN OLD MAID;
In a series of Letters to a Lady Friend.
LETTER X.
My dear Nellie,-
I have found a curious letter from a lady amongst grandfather's papers, so begin
this letter with a copy of it.
Dear Sir Eyre,-
We live in an age so dissolute that if young girls are not kept under some sort of
restraint and punished when they deserve it, we shall see bye-and-bye nothing but
women of the town, parading the streets and public places, and, God knows, there
are already but too many of them!
When fair means have been used, proper corrections free from cruelty should be
administered.
What punishment, and at the same time more efficacious, than birch discipline?
Physicians strongly recommend to punish children with birch for faults which
appear to proceed from a heavy or indolent disposition, as nothing tends more to
promote the circulation of the blood than a good rod made of new birch, and well
applied to the posteriors.
I may add my own opinion that the rod is equally good in its effects on quick,
excitable temperaments. With such children the sense of shame and exposure (if
corrected before other children) adds greatly to the humiliation caused by the
smarting strokes on their bare flesh and makes a lasting impression on their
imaginative sensibilities.
The parent who uses the rod with discretion is infinitely more respected and
reverenced by his children than a more indulgent one.
Birch breaks no bones, and therefore can do no great harm; the harm it does is
very trifling when put in comparison with the evils which it can prevent.
I know it is pretty well used among what are called genteel people, but in that
class, where it is chiefly wanted; the children are entirely left to their depraved
habits, and from want of proper corrections become too often the shame of their
parents.
Is it not better to chastise when she is yet young (for bad habits are generally
contracted from the age of twelve to fifteen), than to see her, when grown up, taken
to a house of correction for offences which a good whipping given with a birch rod
might have prevented?
She is ruined body and soul by being thrown amongst the vilest possible human
beings.
There are children so obstinate and of a nature so perverse that nothing but
severe corrections will amend them.
I know a young widow of fashion who has three nieces and two nephews, who
live with her. They are all above twelve years old, except her own daughter, who is
nearly seven.
One of the girls is tolerable, but the other two as well as the two boys are
exceedingly mischievous. She is indeed a strict disciplinarian, and always punishes
their faults with the birch, and though she is yet quite young (not above four and
twenty), she manages the children as well as any experienced schoolmistress could.
The other day the second eldest girl, who is about fourteen, told her brother she
could tell him how children were made. And indeed instructed him so well that the
boy, who is thirteen, a few days after took very improper liberties with a pretty
young girl of fifteen, who acts in the house as a waiting-maid to the widow.
The girl complained to her mistress, who having found out that her niece was as
guilty, if not more so than the boy, sent the girl immediately for a fresh broom,
wishing to give them what is called a thorough whipping.
She made two large slashing rods, with the greenest and strongest twigs she
could pick out of the broom, and beginning with her niece, she pinned her shift to her
shoulders and tied her hands in front to prevent her from making a rear guard of her
hands. She then whipped her posteriors and thighs as hard as she could, and
continued whipping her without intermission, as long as she could hold the rod.
Having rested a few minutes she seized the boy, pulled his breeches down to his
heels, and with the other rod she flogged him for ten minutes, and with such vigour
of arm as made the young libertine kick and plunge like a colt, screaming in agony
all the while.
For my part I think she acted in that instance very properly and such a correction
may be hereafter of great service to these children, for it is better not to whip a child
at all than not to make him feel well the stings of the birch.
I called last week on a friend of mine, an eminent mantua-maker in the city,
whom I found in a violent passion.
On enquiring the cause, she told me that one of her apprentices had stolen a
large silver spoon, and just as she was going to send her maid to gaol on suspicion
she received a letter from an honest Jew, to whom the culprit had sold it, intimating
he had suspected his customer, and followed the girl to her house, and offering to
return the article.
"Now," said she to me, "I generally correct my apprentices with the birch, but I
have just bought this horsewhip (showing me a large heavy carter's whip) to flog the
hussey with. I will strip her and horsewhip her, till every bit of her skin is marked
with it."
"Pray don't use that murderous thing," I expostulated in reply, "you might be
punished for it; people have not yet forgotten Mother Brownrigg's case, who
whipped her apprentices to death for the fun and cruelty of the thing."
It was with the utmost difficulty I could prevail upon her to substitute a good
birch rod for that cruel whip. However, on my persistently representing to her the
cruelty of chastising a girl with a horsewhip (although I am sorry to say I have
actually seen it done in many families, where those in authority were inconsiderate
and hasty in their tempers, and would use the first thing that came to hand), she
consented to do the whipping with a good birch.
Domestic discipline, to be most effective, ought always to be carried out calmly,
and all show of temper in inflicting punishment ought especially to be avoided, as
likely to conduce to a want of respect in the delinquents.
A cart full of birch brooms, just cut from the trees, happening to pass by at that
moment, she sent the servant to purchase a couple of them.
We both went upstairs to the back garret where the girl was confined. She
appeared to me about fifteen, exceedingly pretty, with a beautiful white and delicate
skin.
At the desire of my friend I stripped her of her clothes except her shift, and then
the girl was ordered to seat herself on the floor, where the two brooms were thrown
down in front of her, and select the finest pieces of birch herself, and tie them up into
a rod, her mistress all the while pointing out particularly fine bits as most suitable for
her thievish bottom, &c, and putting the girl into the greatest possible shame and
confusion, the presence of a stranger like myself evidently adding immensely to her
mortification.
When the rod was finished she tied her to one of the posts of the bed, and began
to whip the young pilferer's posteriors and thighs with all her strength.
"Oh! you hussey!" she would exclaim, "will you ever steal anything again? Will
you? Will you? Will you? I will teach you to be honest! I'll whip it into your
system."
"Oh, God! Oh, gracious heaven! Oh, mistress! Oh, mistress!" screamed the
girl, wriggling and twisting like a little devil on feeling the smarting cuts of the new
birch. "Do forgive me, I will never steal any more for the rest of my life! Oh! Oh!
Indeed I won't!"
But the mistress, foaming with rage, kept on flogging her with unremitting fury,
till the rod was worn out, and she had to drop it from sheer exhaustion.
Then she called the servant, and ordered her to wash the girl's weals and bruises
with some strong brine.
She means to give her every Saturday during a month just such another
whipping. I think she is quite right to do so, as such corrections will deter the girl in
all probability from ever stealing again.
When we left she was ordered by her mistress to amuse herself during the week
by making four more good useful rods from the brooms which were left with her.
I have myself three daughters grown up, the eldest is about fourteen; she was
addicted to telling lies, but I have whipped that quite out of her; my second daughter
I have also entirely cured of some very dirty habits; but the youngest, who is about
twelve, is not only idle and obstinate but exceedingly mischievous. I have made no
impression upon her as yet, but am determined she shall feel the stings of the birch
every day, if necessary, till she amends.
Believe me, dear Sir Eyre,
Yours faithfully,
MARY WILSON.
Now for my own adventure promised in the last. You will remember that in
giving some account of my establishment, I mentioned Charlie the page, brother to
my favourite servant Jane.
Well, he was such a nice boy as to be a universal favourite in the house, just
sixteen, beardless as a girl, with a soft voice and very willing and agreeable, in fact
he was such a good-looking youth as to make quite an impression upon me, but I
resolutely kept the secret buried in my own bosom.
In my second letter I told all about my regard for Jane, and it was often my
practice, especially when I awoke too early of a bright summer's morning, to get up
in my nightdress and slip unseen into Jane's chamber, to satisfy my restlessness by a
luscious embrace in the anus of my favourite.
But one morning as I approached the door, which was slightly ajar, I heard a
suppressed sigh, and cautiously peeping in, to my infinite astonishment saw Master
Charlie with nothing but his shirt on, and that drawn up almost under his arms, on
the top of his sister Jane, who was equally nude. His lips were pressed to hers in the
ardour of coition, and her legs were thrown over his loins.
My first impulse was to withdraw as silently as I had come, but the luscious
sight rooted me to the spot, and like Moses at the burning bush, I felt constrained to
witness the wonderful sight. There was his youthful shaft, almost as big as that of
Mr. Aubrey mentioned in my last; it looked as hard and smooth as ivory, and I was
forced to fix my attention on its rapid pushing and withdrawing motion, which she
seemed to encourage and meet by the heaving of her bottom to every rapid shove.
The door was close to the foot of the bed, and as they were quite unconscious of
my presence, I knelt down to avoid being seen, and enjoy the voluptuous sight to the
end.
I felt awfully agitated and all of a tremble, it was so new to me and unexpected,
brother and sister. Ah! how they seemed to love and enjoy each other; they cling to
each other in ecstasy, and the lips of her vagina seemed literally to cling to his shaft,
holding on and protruding in a most luscious manner at each withdrawing motion,
but it soon came to an end, as both died away in a mutual flood of bliss, whilst a
warm gush from my own cunny bedewed my thighs with an overflow of what was as
yet a truly maiden emission.
Hot, flushed and confused I silently withdrew from the scene unobserved, fully
determined to punish Mr. Charlie for his incestuous intercourse with his sister, and if
possible secure him for my own enjoyment.
The temptation was irresistible; the more I thought and strove to banish it from
my thoughts, the more would my blood boil and throb through my veins at the
thoughts of what I had seen, and must experience for myself. It was no use; I could
not struggle against the fascination of the thing.
It was a Sunday morning. Mdlle. Fosse would go to Moorfields to her father
confessor, and attend an afternoon lecture; so as soon as I had done luncheon I told
Jane and the other two servants they might go out for the afternoon and return by
half-past six or seven, as I would dispense with dinner if Margaret the cook would
have something nice for supper, and Charlie could answer my bell if anything was
wanted.
As soon as the house was clear, and I knew the cook liked the society of her pots
and pans too much to think of leaving the precincts of the kitchen, I rang for my
page, and ordered him to bring a lemon, some iced water, sugar, &c, and seeing that
he had dressed himself with scrupulous care in case I summoned him, I said,
"Charlie, I'm glad to see you are particular about your appearance, although there is
no one at home."
charlie, with great modesty.- "But you, Miss, are my mistress, and I always
wish to show you the greatest possible respect even when you are quite alone."
rosa.- "Indeed, sir, you profess great respect for me, and seem afraid hardly to
lift your eyes, as if I was too awful to look at, but I have my doubts about your
goodness; will you please fetch me a rather long packet you will find wrapped in
paper on the library table."
He soon returned with the parcel, and I proceeded to open it as he stood before
me, awaiting his dismissal or further orders. The paper was removed, and I
flourished before his face (which rather flushed at the sight) a good long rod of fresh
green birch, tied up with scarlet ribbons. "Do you know what this is for, sir?" I asked
the astonished boy.
charlie, in some little confusion.- "Ah! Oh! I don't know - unless it's what's
used for whipping young ladies at school."
rosa.- "And why not boys, you stupid?"
charlie.- "Ah! Miss Rosa, you're making fun of me, they use canes and straps
to boys - but - but-."
rosa.- "Out with what you are going to say, I'm the only one that can hear it."
charlie.- "Why - why - (turning quite scarlet), the thought came into my head
that you might be going to whip me."
rosa, with a smile.- "Well, that shows that at least you must know you have
been doing something very bad; what is it?"
charlie, in confusion.- "Oh! it was only a silly thought, and I didn't mean, I
knew I deserved it."
rosa.- "That's a clever answer, Master Charlie. Now, answer me, am I your
only mistress?"
He cast down his eyes at his poser, but managed to stammer out, "Why, of
course you are, Miss, as I am in your service alone."
rosa.- "Now you bad boy; I prepared this rod on purpose for you; can't you
guess what I saw early this morning in Jane's room?"
Charlie seemed as if shot; he fell on his knees before me, in the deepest shame
and distress, covering his face with his hands, as he exclaimed, "Oh, God! how
wicked of me, I ought, to have known I should be sure to be caught. Oh! be
merciful, Miss Rosa, don't expose us, it shall never happen again. Punish us anyhow
rather than let anyone know of it."
rosa.- "It's awful, but I'm inclined to keep your secret, and be merciful. Do you
know that you are guilty of incest, and liable to be hung for it, both of you?"
charlie, sobbing and crying.- "What, for that? I only went to kiss her last
night, and then laid down by her side; somehow our kisses and the heat of our bodies
led from one liberty to another, till - till - I stopped all night, and you found me
there this morning."
rosa.- "You shall both smart for this. I will whip you well myself to cure such
obscenity, but if ever it happens again, remember you shall swing for it. Now, sir,
off with your coat and vest, and let down your breeches with your behind toward
me."
He was terribly shame-faced over doing as I ordered him, but too frightened of
the consequences to remonstrate, and turning his back to me, he soon stood in his
shirt, with his breeches well pulled down.
"Now, sir," I said, "draw up that chair and kneel upon it, with your face over the
back, then just pull up your shirt so as to properly offer your uncovered rump to the
rod. Mind you bear it like a man, and keep as I order you, or I will yet send for a
constable to take you to gaol."
charlie, in a broken voice.- "Oh! Miss, I won't even call out if I can help it;
punish me as much as you like, only don't betray us."
rosa.- "Well sir, you'll find my hand rather heavy, but you must smart well for
your awful crime," giving a couple of good stinging strokes which made their red
marks, and suffused the white flesh of his pretty bum with a rosy tint all over.
"Will you? Will you? you bad boy, commit such incestuous wickedness with
your sister again? There - there, I can't cut half hard enough to express my horror of
the thing!" exclaimed I, striking every blow with great deliberation and force, till his
skin was covered with bleeding weals, and I managed, as I walked round his
posteriors in the exercise of the rod, to see that his face was a deep scarlet, but his
lips were firmly closed; the sight of his bottom just beginning to trickle with blood so
excited me that my arms seemed to be strengthened at every cut, to give a heavier
stroke next time.
"Ah! Oh! Oh! I will never do it again. Ah-pr-r-re! I can't keep my mouth
shut any longer. It's awful! Oh! Oh! How it burns into my flesh!" as he was
compelled to writhe and wriggle under my fearful cuts.
This went on for about twenty minutes; now and then I had to slacken a little for
want of breath, but his sighs and suppressed cries urged me on; it was a most
delicious sensation to me; the idea of flogging a pretty youth fired my blood so much
more than if the victim had been a girl; the rod seemed to bind me in voluptuous
sympathy with the boy, although I was in perfect ecstasy at the sight of his
sufferings. At last I sank back on a sofa quite exhausted with my exertions, and
presently found him kneeling in front of me, kissing my hand, which still held the
birch, exclaiming, "Ah! Miss Rosa, how you have pickled me; but, oh! I'm sure to
do something bad again to make you whip me another time, it's so beautiful I can't
describe what I feel, but all the pain was at last drowned in the most lovely
emotions."
rosa, in a faint voice.- "Oh! Charlie, how wicked of you, there, you shan't kiss
my hand, my foot is good enough for you to beg pardon of."
Charlie, in rapture.- "My God! Miss Rosa, may I kiss that dainty little trotter
of yours?" seizing one of my feet, and pressing his lips to my slightly exposed calf.
His touch was like a spark to a train of powder, I sank quite back on the sofa in a
listless state, leaving my leg at his mercy, and seemed unable to repel his liberties; I
felt his roving hand on the flesh of my thighs under the drawers, but the nearer he
approached to the sacred spot the less able was I to resist; his hands went higher and
higher, the heat of unsatisfied desire consumed me. At last with an effort I
whispered, "Oh! oh! for shame, Charlie, what are you doing? come let my leg go, I
want to tell you something. Ah! the punishing of you has been the undoing of me,
ah! I am indeed afraid of you," hiding my face in my hands just as he raised his
beautiful scarlet visage close to mine, and one of my feet also just touched something
projecting in front under his shirt. "Oh! Oh! what's that in front of you Charlie," I
gasped.
"Oh, dear Miss, it's what Jane calls 'the boy,' and gives such pleasure that
Aaron's rod could not equal its magic power," he said softly.
rosa, hysterically.- "Oh! Oh! Charlie, will you be good and true to me, my
life, my honour are in your power, you will never use my confusion, the secret that
my impulsive nature cannot restrain. Ah! you naughty boy, it was the sight of your
performance with your sister fired my imagination so that I determined to score your
bottom well for you, but, alas, the sight has been too much for the sensuality of my
disposition-."
I could not continue what I had to say, but the dear boy covered my face and
bosom with kisses, his searching hands finding out and taking possession of all my
secret charms, while I could not restrain my own hands from being equally free, and
repaid his hot burning kisses with interest.
Our lips were too busy to give utterance to words; in short I surrendered
everything to the dear boy, and we swam in the delights of love; of course I
experienced the painful tension and laceration of my hymen, but all was soon
forgotten in the flood of bliss which ensued.
His efforts exhausted him, and I had further recourse to the rod to procure
myself a repetition of our joys, and lastly when I feared the dear youth might perhaps
be seriously injured if I exacted from him more than nature could sustain, I prevailed
upon him to use the birch on my own bottom, so as to keep my voluptuous
sensations from abating.
Ah! the rod is delicious if skillfully applied after the delights of coition. The
dear boy wanted to renew his attack, but I would not permit it, promising he should
come to my room at night for another feast of love, but insisting upon his being
rested for the present.
I enjoyed a most voluptuous liaison with my page for three or four years, till I
was constrained to part with him on account of his manly appearance. By my advice
and assistance he married well, entered into business, and became a thriving man.
From time to time, as long as he lived, we secretly enjoyed the sweets of each other's
society.
You have often wanted to know why I never married; the truth is, two things
combined to prevent it. The first being my love of independence, and aversion to
being subject to anyone, however I might love him; this I might perhaps have
brought myself to give up, but the second reason was insurmountable. I could not
get a new maidenhead, and positively gave up all idea of marriage without that
article, so essential to all spinsters who enter the hymeneal state.
Poor Charlie died in the prime of his life, at thirty-five, but before his decease
gave me a packet of papers relating to his amorous adventures, by which I find he
was not very faithful to me, even when in my service, but
"de mortuous nil nisi
bonum" is my motto, I only know I loved him when I had him.
Perhaps someday I may put his memoirs into some shape for your perusal, but
this letter is the finis of these selections from my own experience.
Believe me,
Your affectionate friend,
ROSA BELINDA COOTE.
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.
I now come to a most important epoch of my life, which at once sealed my
matrimonial fate.
We were to leave town the next day, and were taking a morning walk in
Kensington Gardens with Lady St. Jerome, when who should suddenly meet Her
Ladyship, and demand an introduction to her charming young friends (meaning
myself and Alice), but a tall handsome-looking old fellow of thirty, with the most
wicked pair of dark eyes I had ever seen.
Lady St. Jerome appeared to have a most sinister smile upon her face, as turning
to us she said, "My dears, allow me to present you to the Earl of Crim-Con, the most
gallant gentleman of the day, but be careful how you accept his attentions." Then
seeing a rather savage look cross his countenance- "Pardon me, my Lord, if in
introducing you to Lady Beatrice Pokingham and Miss Alice Marchmont, I caution
them to beware of such a dangerous lover; they are under my protection at the
moment, and I should fail in my duty if I did not."
The angry flush was but momentary, being instantly replaced by a most
agreeable smile, as he replied, "Thanks, thanks, my dear cousin, but your piety
always makes you so hard on my little foibles. Will nothing ever make you believe I
have honourable intentions; you know how often I have asked you to try and find me
a nice little darling wifey-pifey, who would lead me with her little finger, and keep
me out of mischief."
"You might have found a good wife long ago, you miserable hypocrite," retorted
Her Ladyship, "you know that a certain place is said to be paved with good
intentions, and that is where all yours will go to, my Lord, I fear, but I only just
cautioned my young innocent friends here."
"Ah, hem, I think I know that warm place you allude to, just between the thighs,
is it not my Lady?"
Lady St. Jerome blushed up to her eyes as she exclaimed, in an apparently angry
tone, "Now, this is really unbearable, that Your Lordship should at once commence
with your obscene innuendoes; my dears, I am so ashamed of having introduced you
to such a horrible specimen of modern society."
"A truce, I will really be on my best behaviour, and try not to offend the most
delicate ideas again," he said with great seeming earnestness, "but really cousin, I do
want to be married and kept out of harm. Now I suppose these two young ladies are
eligible parties, do you think either of them would have a worn-out roue like me?"
"Really, my Lord, you are incorrigible to go on so and talk like that before two
young ladies at once," expostulated our cicerone.
"Ha, you don't believe me, cousin, but, by God, I am not jesting, you shall see
presently, just wait a moment," he said, then taking out his pocket-book, pencilled
something on two slips of paper which he held in his hand, with the ends slightly
projecting. "Now, cousin, just draw one and see which it is to be."
"Only for the fun of the thing, to see what you mean"; then she pulled one of the
slips from his hand, exclaiming with a laugh as she looked at it, "Beatrice, you are to
be Lady Crim-Con if you will take such a scapegrace for better or worse."
his lordship.- "I really mean it, if you will have me dear lady; may I call you
Beatrice? What a happy name, especially if you would make me happy."
It is impossible to write how I felt at that moment; I knew that he was rich, with
a great title, and despite his bad reputation, that was a most tempting bait to a
comparatively portionless girl.
Somehow he took my arm, and Lady St. Jerome, with Alice, walking in front,
seemed to go any way but direct home, in order to give His Lordship every facility to
urge upon me his sudden courtship. I can't tell you how it happened, but before we
reached the house, I had promised to have him, and in less than a month we were
married.
I need not trouble about the wedding ceremony, but at once give some account
of the first night I had with my spouse. When I first mentioned him, I spoke of an
old man of thirty; that is exactly what he was, and although still a handsome fellow,
one would have guessed him to be fifty at least.
His youthful vigour had been expended long ago, by constant and enervating
debauchery, and now instead of being able to enter the lists of love in a genuine
manner, he had a perfect plethora of disgusting leches, which he required to be
enacted before he could experience sensual excitement.
Our first night was passed at the Lord Warden Hotel, Dover, as we were on our
way for a continental tout.
During our short courtship I had never allowed him the slightest liberty, as my
common sense told me that such a man would discard the most beautiful girl if he
could but take advantage of her before marriage.
Well, then, the ceremony at St. George's, Hanover Square, where the nuptial
knot was tied, was scarcely over, and we had just taken our seats in the carriage to
return to Lady St. Jerome's house, from which I was married, when he gave me a
rude kiss, and thrusting his hands up my clothes, seized upon my cunt in a very
rough manner, as he laughingly told me not to pretend to be prudish, as "he knew I
was a little whore, and had had Lothair and lots of other fellows, in fact that was the
reason he had married me, and meant I should be a damned little bitch to him, and do
everything he required, which a virtuous girl might object to; besides," he added, "I
always looked out for an orphan who had no blasted parents to complain to. There,
don't cry like a fool," as he saw the tears of mortification run down my crimson face,
"you have only to pander to my curious tastes a bit, and we shall be happy enough."
I felt his advice the best I could take at the moment; his evident knowledge of
my intrigues gave him such an advantage that I dried up my tears and resolved to
make the best of a bad bargain, as I returned his kiss as lovingly as possible, and
begged him "not to be a bad boy before other people, and he would find me
everything he could wish."
I must have been very nearly screwed that night before I retired to bed to await
His Lordship's coming. I got in between the sheets perfectly naked in accordance
with his orders, and commenced frigging myself at once, the many bumpers of
champagne he had made me drink in his company, to various obscene toasts, which
he constantly proposed, such as-
"A stiff prick for randy cunt." "Here's to a girl who would rather be buggered,
than not fucked at all," and one in particular, which awfully excited my ideas, viz.:
"Here's to the girl who likes to frig herself before you till she spends, then suck your
prick to a stand, and prefers to have you in her tight wrinkled bum-hole rather than
anywhere else."
Presently he entered the room, with a hiccup; as he pulled the bed-clothes off
me, he exclaimed, "You're a damned pretty little bitch, Beatrice, and being nearly
drunk, my dear, you see my cock happens to stand for once, we will make the best of
it. I had the whites of a dozen raw eggs in some milk this morning, and just now a
cup of chocolate with half-a-dozen drops of the tincture of cantharides to make me
randy for once."
His coat, trousers, and everything were thrown off in a trice, till he was as naked
as myself, whilst his eyes had an almost demoniac kind of glare, so unnaturally
brilliant did they look just then.
Springing on the bed, "Ha," he exclaimed in a husky voice, "my little beauty has
been frigging herself and spending. Suck my prick or I'll kill you, you little bitch!"
he said savagely, as he reversed himself over me, and plunged his head between my
thighs, where he at once commenced to suck my quim most deliciously, whilst I
nestled his rather long prick (it was not very thick), between my bubbies, pressing
them together with my hands so as to make him fuck me there, whilst I was so
excited that I readily kissed and took his balls in my mouth.
He was so furious in his gamahuching that he continually made me feel his teeth
quite sharply, as he bit the clitoris and nymphre, growling out, "Spend, spend, why
don't you come, you little bitch?" getting more outrageous and cruel every moment,
till his bites made me shriek with agony as I writhed about, and deluged his mouth
with quite a profusion of my creamy emission.
"A devilish good spend that," he murmured between my thighs, "but I have
made your poor cunny bleed a little!" as he seemed to enjoy licking up the
sanguineous mixture.
"Now suck my prick," he said with renewed fierceness, turning round and
presenting it full in my face. "You're a cheating little bitch, and I mean to have you
dog fashion."
I took that long prick in my hands, frigging the shaft as hard as I could, whilst I
just titillated the ruby head with my tongue, till I felt it was tremendously distended
and as hard as iron.
"Jump up quick, on your hands and knees, you little whore," as he gave me a
couple of tremendously smarting smacks on my buttocks, loud enough to have been
heard a long way off, only our bedroom was at the end of a corridor; the whole of the
rooms in that part of the hotel having been taken
en suite for us.
Turning up my rump as desired, I thought it was only a fancy of his for entering
my cunt that way, but he suddenly spit on the head of his long stiff affair; and
presented it to my astonished bum-hole, as he exclaimed with a chuckle of delight,
"I'm going to fancy you're a boy, and take the only maidenhead you have left, your
cunt will do another time, but it must be a virginity on a wedding night!"
"Ah, no, no, no, you shan't do that to me!" I cried out in fright.
"Nonsense, you little randy bitch, shove your arse out, and let me get in, or I'll
serve you out dreadfully, and pitch you out of the window into the sea, and say you
committed suicide through over excitement!"
My fright increased, I was really afraid he would murder me, so I resigned
myself to my fate, and clenched my teeth as I felt the head of his prick like a hundred
little pins forcing its way within my tightly contracted vent hole. At last he got in,
then withdrawing his hands from my mount where he had been tearing and pulling
the hair to increase my pain, he placed both arms round my neck, and beginning
slowly, fucked my bottom most voluptuously, till with a scream of delight I spent
again in perfect ecstasy as I felt the delicious warmth of his spendings shooting up
my fundament.
Being so overexcited by the means he had taken to prepare himself for our
noces, he retained his stiffness, and never gave up possession of my bottom till we
had come together a third time.
As soon as he withdrew his long limp cock, now reeking with a mixture of
spendings and soil, he at once secured me to the bedposts with some silken cords
before I could get away, or was well aware of his purpose.
"Now, my pretty boy, I have got you nicely, and will whip another cockstand
out of you as soon as I have sponged off all the effects of our late enculade," he said,
bringing some cold water and a sponge in a basin; he laved and cooled my heated
parts, till I began to feel quite grateful to him. At last he sponged himself, and
wiping himself and me with a fine soft towel, proceeded to select his instruments of
flagellation from a small long leather case, which I had supposed only held a gun.
He showed them to me delightedly, then selecting a fine switch of horse hair
mounted on a cane handle, he began to whip me with it between my thighs, and on
the lips of my cunt in a most exciting manner, till I was so carried away with
emotion that I begged he would fuck me properly to allay the longing irritation of my
burning cunt.
"My prick isn't stiff enough yet, but I'll suck your spendings for you, my
beautiful randy little tit," he cried out, falling on his knees and twisting my body
round so that he could get at my cunt. How delightful the thrusts of his tongue were
to me in my excited state. I wriggled about in ecstasy, and getting one foot on his
prick gently rolled it on his thigh under my sole, till I felt it was getting enormously
stiff again, and at the same moment almost fainted away from excess of emotion, as I
delighted my lecherous husband by another copious spend.
I thought he was going to fuck me properly now, his engine was so rampant, but
instead of that he turned my back to him once more, and selecting a fine light birch
rod, made of three or four twigs only, elegantly tied up with blue and crimson velvet
ribbons, he commenced to flagellate my tender bottom; how his light switch seemed
to cut and weal the flesh at every stroke; it was in vain that I cried for mercy as the
tears of real agony rolled down my cheeks; he only seemed the more delighted, and
jeered me upon the effects of every cut, telling me first how rosy my bottom looked,
then, "now you bitch, it's getting fine, and red, and raw, it's bleeding deliciously!" till
at last the rod was used up, the splinters lying all about the floor and bed, then
throwing it aside he again assaulted my poor bottom-hole, apparently more and more
delighted as he gave me pain, in again forcing his entrance as roughly as possible;
however, when he was fairly in I soon forgot everything under the influence of his
ecstatic moves, till I could remember no more, and suppose I fainted; he must have
released my bonds and allowed me to sink on the bed, for when I awoke the sun was
streaming in at the window, and His Lordship was snoring by my side.
His treatment on my wedding night was comparatively mild to what he
afterwards made me go through, but his penchant for getting pleasure out of me soon
seemed to wear off, although now and then he would fit me with a dildoe and make
me bugger him behind, whilst I frigged him with my hands in front till he spent.
Another of his amusements, and which seemed to afford him particular delight,
was to show me all his collection of bawdy books, drawings, and photographs, till he
could see I was awfully excited, and then he would jeer me about being married to a
used-up old fellow, like himself, didn't I wish I could have Lothair now, &c.
One day having amused himself this way with me for some time he made me lie
down on a sofa, and tied a bandage over my eyes, fastened my hands and feet so that
I could not move, then throwing my clothes all up he tickled and frigged me with his
fingers till I was quite beside myself with unsatisfied desire and begged him to fuck
me, or at least to fetch his dildoe and give me some kind of satisfaction.
"It really is a damned shame to tease you so, my little whore," he laughed, "so I
will get the dildoe out of my cabinet in the next room."
He was scarcely gone many seconds before he returned, and I felt his fingers
opening the lips of my cunt, as I thought to insert the dildoe, but instead of that it
was his prick, and throwing his arms around me he seemed to be more vigorous than
ever, his cock swelling and filling my longing gap in a manner I had never felt it
before. I spent in an ecstasy of bliss, as I murmured my thanks in endearing terms
for the pleasure he had afforded me by such a delicious proof of his manliness.
Presently a strange hand seemed to be feeling his prick, and thrusting a pair of
fingers into my cunt alongside of his still vigorous engine.
"Ah! Oh!! Oh!! Who is that?" I screamed from under my skirts, which were
thrown over my face.
"Ha! Ha!! Ha!!! She pretends to think I've been fucking her when she must
have known it was James all the time!" I heard him laugh, as at the same moment all
the obstructions were removed from my face so that I could really see it was the
young butler on the top of me, with his prick still in full possession, and just
beginning to run a second course.
"Kiss her, put your tongue in her mouth, my boy! Fuck! Fuck away! or it will
be the worse for your arse!" exclaimed His Lordship, who was handling his balls
with one hand, and slapping his rump furiously with the other. "See how she
pretends to be ashamed; it's quite delightful Lady Beatrice, to see you can still
blush."
I screamed and protested against the outrage, but James's delicious motions soon
made me forget everything, and recalled to my mind the orgie we had with the
servants at Crecy House, and in imagination I was again in the arms of the
wondrously developed Charlie.
We spent a second time, but he kept his place and continued the love combat
with unabated vigour, and His Lordship seeing that I was quite carried away by my
feelings, and responding to his man's attack with all my naturally voluptuous ardour,
released both my hands and feet so that I might thoroughly enjoy myself.
"Hold tight James," he cried out, "she's so high spirited, you'll get unseated, but
the little devil needn't think she's to have this treat all to herself!"
Saying which he mounted on the sofa behind the young butler, and I could see
his long prick was now as stiff as possible, and he seemed to have a rather easy task
in getting into his man's bottom, no doubt having often been there before, but wanted
some extra excitement on this occasion, so he sacrificed me to his catamite, in order
to bring himself to the necessary pitch by seeing all our lascivious movements.
You may be sure that after this James and I were upon the best of terms, His
Lordship introducing him to our bedroom at night, and joining us in every kind of
wantonness; he even once contrived to get his long thin prick into my cunt alongside
of James's as I was riding a St. George; it gave me the most intense pleasure, and
immensely delighted them both by the novel sensation, besides the idea of having
achieved an apparent impossibility.
After this Crim-Con seemed to get quite blase and indifferent to everything we
did, and even insisted on sleeping by himself in another room, leaving us to
ourselves. However, both myself and paramour were not so blind as to believe he
was quite used up, but consulting together we came to the conclusion that His
Lordship had fallen in love with my young page, a youth of fifteen, who had only
recently entered my service, and slept in a small room at the end of a long corridor in
which both our bedrooms were situate.
He always locked himself in when going to bed, as he said, for fear I would not
let him alone, so to determine the mystery one night we floured the whole length of
the corridor, and in the morning were rewarded by seeing the marks of His
Lordship's footsteps, both going and returning from the page's room.
We did not want to spoil his fun, only to enjoy the sight of it, and reap a little
extra excitement if possible from the scene, so next day we examined the ground,
and found that a small room next to that occupied by the page exactly suited our
purpose, and being furnished as an extra bedroom for visitors we had only to make
some good peepholes to enable us to sit or kneel on the bed and see everything.
(To be continued.)
THE ARITHMETICIAN. -A FACT.
Come tell me, dear Charlotte, my goddess, I cried;
What numbers have tasted thy charms?
Too fickle enslaver! thou ownest a pride,
In admitting a host to thine arms!
Yet blooming in all the luxuriance of youth
The hills of thy bosom belie thee,
Then come my enchantress, confess me the truth,
Let not prudery idly deny me!
O never, she cried, let us reckon the "number,"
But rather the "length" of our loves!
Ah, give me full measure! and if it be under,
I reckon by couples my "doves,"
With my finger I spann'd every member of pleasure,
Together I spann'd the amount,
Till the pricks put together, were twelve miles in measure
And then I gave o'er the account!
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