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THE PEARL,
A Journal of Facetić and Voluptuous
Reading.
No. 11 PUBLISHED MONTHLY. May, 1880
LA ROSE D'AMOUR.
Or the Adventures of a Gentleman in search of Pleasure.
Translated from the French.
(Continued)
In a fortnight more we reached St. Petersburg, where, after preparing everything
for my return, I determined to devote a day or two to pleasure.
At a ball given at the Imperial Palace, to which I was invited, I became
acquainted with the Countess Z-, one of the most accomplished beauties at Court,
and the reigning belle of St. Petersburg.
The Countess Caroline was a widow of twenty-three! She had been married at
twenty, and about a month after her marriage her husband had been killed in a duel
with an Englishman.
The Countess had a gait and look proud and haughty as a Juno, her oval face and
majestic figure excited my highest admiration, and I determined if possible to make
her mine.
Entering into a conversation with her, I found that she was pleased with my
company, and much more with my person.
Accomplished as she was, Caroline Z- had the vice peculiar to all Russians, of
drinking large quantities of brandy. In fact, she drank so much that knowing she
lived in a large palace, with no one but her serfs, I formed the resolution of making
her mine that same night.
Plying her with brandy till late in the morning, she became so much excited as
not to be able to control herself. I kept close by her side throughout the night, till the
ball broke up. I humbly asked permission to be her escort home.
Engaging her in a laughing conversation, I put the question to her as we
descended the palace stairs, which the giddy young creature, nearly intoxicated with
brandy, at once accepted.
I handed her into the carriage, and bidding the driver go fast, in a moment we
were at her palace.
On alighting she invited me in - an invitation which I promptly accepted, and
led me up a flight of large stairs into her own dressing-room. So much was she
affected by the brandy she had drunk that she hardly knew what she was doing.
Laying off her bonnet and shawl she rang the bell, and two waiting-maids
entered. Asking to be excused for a few minutes, she retired to her boudoir,
followed by her attendants, and in a short time reappeared in a different dress, a
loose flowing gown of rich cashmere.
Calling for lunch and brandy, she dismissed the attendants who brought it in.
They retired in apparent amazement at the sight of a man being admitted into her
dressing-room, and especially at that hour.
I now watched my opportunity, and pouring a few drops of liquid from a small
vial I always carried about me, into a glass of brandy, I presented it to her, and she
drank it off.
It ran like liquid fire through her veins, her eyes sparkled with licentiousness,
her heart heaved and palpitated with the fierce desires which were consuming her.
Advancing my seat beside her own, I poured into her ears a tale of burning love.
I put my arm around her waist, and finding she made no resistance, pressed her to
my bosom, and planting numberless kisses on her lips, sucked the breath from her.
In a minute more she delivered herself up to me body and soul, she threw her
arms around my neck, and repaid the kisses I had just given, with interest.
I raised up with her in my arms, and carried her into the boudoir, in which stood
a bed in a recess. I undressed her till she stood in her shift, and then taking off my
own clothes stood in my perfect nudity. Giving Caroline a soft kiss I drew the shift
from off her, and had a fair view of all her secret charms.
Leading her to the bedside I gave her the fillip on her back, and soon was buried
to the very utmost notch in the most lusciously tight cunt I had ever entered.
With what fire, what enthusiasm, with what fierce upheavings did she meet and
receive the piercing thrusts of my love dart.
The excitement thickens, the combat grows hotter and hotter. Heavens! what
pleasure! what joy! what ecstasy! Oh, how my lively partner kept time to all my
fierce desires! In what a sea of delight was I plunged! What an indescribable
luxurious heat reigned in the luscious folds of her cunt! Ye gods! how often did I
dart my stiffened arrow through the rich, juicy flesh of her deliciously sensitive
quiver! I felt the crisis approach, our mouths met; we devoured each other's tongues;
her rosy lips, how sweet and warm! What intense voluptuousness in those amorous
bites, that burning struggle of our tongues, that sought, moistened, entangled, drew
back, and darted together again!
I gave her the coup de grace, and so great was the flood that issued from the
reservoirs of love that the precious pearly fluid flowed down her thighs, as I spurted
into the deepest recess of her cunt the burning sperm.
Caroline had not all the briskness and vivacity of La Rose d' Amour, her
movements were languishing but more voluptuous. I turned her over and over, I
touched and handled every part. I kissed her again; everything did I devour with my
fiery kisses, especially the gaping lips of her cunt, which were wet and moist with
the liquid stream from the fountain of pleasure which I had poured into her.
The spark kindled, the flame blazed. We writhed and twined, over and over, in
each other's arms, and the sixth time had my indefatigable courser bounded to the
goal of victory without tiring. The storm grew higher, the sperm fell in torrents, but
could not put out the blazing fire that raged within us.
We awoke in the morning refreshed from the fatigues of the night. Again did I
survey all the charms of my lovely bedfellow. She stroked my limber instrument till
it grew into a stately rod. I toyed with her enticing firm globes of alabaster, each
tipped with a rosebud most lusciously tempting, which I moulded and pressed in my
hand, and sucking the nipples received fresh fire.
I turned her on her back, she spread her thighs, and guiding the dart which
pierced her to the very vitals, we again drank of the sweets obtained in the fountain
of Venus.
Swearing eternal constancy and love I left my charming Caroline, and hastened
home.
I told Celestine all that had occurred, not omitting to expatiate pretty freely on
the pleasure I had enjoyed while revelling in the virgin charms of Caroline Z-.
This somewhat piqued my French charmer, but on opening to her my views she
consented to the arrangement proposed. I told her my intention was to fit up the
chateau in all the magnificence of Barbaric pearl and gold, and to take, nay, in fact,
steal off all the handsomest women that excited my desires very strongly, and carry
them to the chateau, which I would have guarded by trusty followers, in fact, to
make it a fortified seraglio.
I told her that she should reign as undisputed mistress of the place, and that,
greedy as she was, she should never want for the peculiar flesh which she was
always willing and ready to devour. I also told her to have everything in complete
readiness to start at a moment's notice, while I went to see the beautiful Russian in
whose arms I had passed the night.
Calling in the evening, a servant led me immediately to Caroline. I found her in
a splendid bathing-room, reclining in a bath of milk and perfumed waters.
Placing a cushion on the marble edge of the bath, I made my proposition to her
of leaving Russia and going to France with me. I pictured to her imagination what
should be the magnificent splendour of our abode, in which love alone should be
admitted.
I described to her all the endless variety of enjoyments in which we could
indulge, passing our days and nights in one uninterrupted round of pleasure.
So highly did I excite her imagination by the glowing description of the amorous
life we should pass that she at once agreed to accompany us. I say us, for I had told
her all of my having Celestine with me, and of my intentions of possessing every
woman who might take my fancy.
She entered at once into the spirit of my proposition, and made me promise to
bring Celestine to her house on the following evening, and all three spend the night
together.
After spending the day in driving about the environs of St. Petersburg, Celestine
(in her male attire) and I alighted at the house of the Countess, arid we were at once
shown into the dressing-room of which I have before told.
Caroline was reclining on a sofa in all the charming coquetry of a
neglige
dishabille
when we entered. Instead of rising to receive us she merely tapped a
silver bell which lay beside her, and two girls entered, who, taking Celestine into the
boudoir, remained for a full half-hour.
What was my astonishment when she re-entered to behold her in a dress, the
exact counterpart of the one Caroline had on, who as soon as she came in got up and
embraced her, praising her beauty, admiring her figure, calling her sister, and paying
her every attention she could think of.
On asking my beauteous Russian how she had got the I dress for Celestine, she
replied that from the description I had given her she had the dress made in that short
time, as she could not think of showing off her own charms to the best advantage,
Celestine being concealed by her male attire, saying which she opened a casket, and
placed on the brow of Celestine a coronet of diamonds of the first water, on her neck
a necklace of pearls, and in the bosom of her dress a large rose formed of brilliants,
asking her to receive them as a present from a sister.
Celestine drew from her finger a very large brilliant, and presented it to Caroline
as a token of friendship, excusing her present poverty for not being able to make a
more handsome return for her elegant present.
Supper being laid in the room in which we then were, we sat down to a feast for
the gods, expressly prepared for the occasion by the voluptuous Caroline. The dishes
were all highly seasoned, while the wines were of the most heating and exciting
kind.
After the dessert had been brought in I laid my plans again before my two
mistresses. Caroline said she would need but a week to make her preparations, as the
most of her immense fortune consisted in money and jewels, which she would place
in my hands to be disposed of as I thought proper, telling me to make arrangements
for her leaving very secretly, for if either of her brothers should know of her
intentions they would most assuredly detain her by force if in no other manner.
Having drunk enough wine to excite their desires pretty strongly, my two
beauties commenced tussling me about, rolling me on the floor, and tumbling on top
of me, their dresses in most admirable disorder; a pin becoming loose would expose
the half of a breast whiter than snow; the flying up of a petticoat would display a
well-turned calf, a knee, or a firm, fleshy thigh.
But this dalliance, acting as a provocative on their already excited lusts, could
not be put up with very long. They burned for some more substantial good than that
afforded by kissing and pinching, which were fine auxiliaries for increasing an
appetite they could not satisfy.
Jumping up I ran into the boudoir, followed by the dear creatures, whose eyes
flashed with the fires of libertinism, while their breasts rose and fell with quick
heavings.
I hid under the bed, from whence they pulled me, and stripping me naked; glued
their moist lips over every part of me, my erect Jacob staff coming in for more than
its share.
They stripped to their skin, and calling on me as umpire to decide on the relative
beauties of their charms, as they stood before a large pier glass, handling their snowy
strawberry-tipped bubbies, sleeking down the glossy curling whiskers that
surrounded two pairs of the most temptingly pouting lips that ever adorned women.
Where both were perfect models of voluptuous beauty and grace, although different
in their kinds, I could not decide, but admired more and more the charms of which I
was the happy possessor.
I seized on the rosy nipples of the heaving snowy hillocks, which disdaining the
use of corsets, rested on their bosoms like globes of alabaster. I sucked them, I
squeezed their soft round bellies against mine, I kissed everything and everywhere. I
laid my kisses on the hairy mounts that overhang the delicious grottos underneath;
the lips which close the mouth of the flesh slits next receive their share; I am on fire!
I burn! The bed receives us! I wish to push matters home at once; but no, they
would bring me to the very point before I could enter.
Celestine has seized on my prick; she cannot get it into her cunt, so, determined
not to lose it altogether, she takes it in her mouth, she sucks its glowing heap, she
rolls her tongue over the top of it. I am mad-delirious. No longer to be restrained I
throw myself on to Caroline, who receives me with open legs and arms. I dart my
fiery rod into her furnace, which consumes it. A few maddening thrusts, drove home
with such force that I touch her to the very quick - a cry of thrilling pleasure escapes
us at the same time, and all is over.
But so intense were our passions that we hardly perceived it till I felt her again
moving up to me. How delicious! What voluptuous warmth pervaded her whole
body. How exquisitely did the springing cheeks of her backside respond to all my
motions. The little devil Celestine is playing with two large balls that keep knocking
against the buttocks of my antagonist.
It is too much; I drive it home, and lie gasping and quivering on Caroline's
breast, who cries out, "Oh heavens! further in! I come - I spend! Oh - oh, God, I
die! Oh, dear, what plea-pleas-pleas-ure!"
She had fainted. The delicious wrigglings of her backside, the contraction of her
cunt, sucked the last drop from me.
When she recovered from the delirium in which her senses were plunged, she
lay with her eyes languishingly beaming, her lips apart, with the tip of her rosy
tongue slightly protruded between two rows of pearl - the very picture of voluptuous
pleasure.
So plentifully had I bestowed in her the liquid treasure of love's reservoir, and so
delightfully had she intermingled with mine the essence of her own dear self, that
when I withdrew from her the pearly stream flowed out and ran over her thighs.
I had a short respite, receiving renewed vigour from the caresses of Celestine,
whose greedy little maw was gaping wide to receive the half-erect machine which
she was working at, trying to make it stand, so as to win her purpose.
Her whole body glowed with an intense heat, what voluptuous warmth reigned
in every part! She burns, she imparts to me the fire which is consuming her very
vitals. My ever willing and ready courser comes up to the stand, with head erect,
impatient for the word.
I give him the reins, and he plunges forward in his impetuous career; on, on he
speeds, nothing retards him. On, on, he rushes, nor stops till the race is run. He
falters, he stops, his head droops, he pours out his very life blood, sprinkling the
whole course which he has run with the precious liquid. It is finished; another faint
struggle; a few convulsive jerks and it is all over. I lay panting on the heaving
bosom of Celestine.
After having for the eighth time renewed my embraces with my two loves, we
fell asleep, only to wake to new pleasures.
At the end of the week Caroline, having completed her business, placed in my
hands upwards of three millions of francs and jewels to the value of one million
more, and the following day we left St. Petersburg.
Having at my request provided themselves with a full wardrobe of male attire
we started for France, where I longed to be, to put into operation all my schemes of
pleasure, which I was determined should rival, if not excel, anything of the kind ever
seen or heard of in the East.
On passing the frontier of France, I directed my route to the chateau, where,
after depositing my lovely mistresses, I kept on to Paris.
On entering the capital I drove to the most fashionable upholsterer, telling him
what I wanted done, gave him carte blanche in respect to the expense to be incurred.
Telling the man to make everything of the very richest material money could
purchase, I advanced him a cheque for one hundred thousand francs, with the
privilege of drawing on my banker for more in case of need. Giving orders to have
everything fixed in one month, I started to seek out some of the members of the Club
from which I had stolen Celestine. My first visit was to the hotel of the Count de C-,
for the purpose of seeing Mademoiselle de C-, or Rosalie, as I shall call her, who
having been my partner in the initiative act on the night of my admittance to the club,
I felt a considerable partiality towards her, and determined to transplant her to the
chateau as soon as everything was fitted up in it. On entering the hotel I was told
that the Count and his lady were out, enquiring for Rosalie, I was shown into the
music room, where I found her seated at a harp. On the servant disappearing she ran
up to me, and threw herself into my arms. I led her to a sofa, and seating her on my
knee, unfolded to her my intentions, stating what I had done and what I intended to
do. Telling her how Celestine had accompanied me to Russia; how I had made a
conquest of the charming Caroline; how I had brought them both to France, and left
them at the chateau. I urged her by all the powers of persuasion I could employ to go
with me to the chateau, where her life would be one continued round of luxurious
pleasure.
She gave her consent to accompany me as soon as I had everything prepared for
her reception.
During our conversation I was pressing and moulding her breasts, and as the
dialogue gained interest my hand became more bold, and roamed everywhere.
When I had finished talking I found that in my absentmindedness I had lain her
down on the sofa, and was preparing to put her attentions of love to the proof, when
an infernal servant opened the door to announce a visitor.
Ach, cursed luck! thought I, as we settled ourselves, to be thus interrupted at
such a time. But on seeing the lady enter my grief was changed to joy, for she was
certainly the most voluptuous and beautiful creature my eyes ever looked on. With
what dignity, what grace she crossed the room. What graceful ease reigned in every
motion. A well-turned ankle; a pretty little foot, that noiselessly tripped across the
floor, gave me a very good opinion of what was to be found above the garter.
Rosalie introduced the lady to me as Laura, daughter of the Count de B-.
Seeing there was no further opportunity of paying my compliments privately to
Rosalie, I took my leave to make other calls.
I spent some six or eight days in Paris, leaving orders with jewelers and
silversmiths for every variety of fancy articles, not forgetting to have my banker
write to his agent in London, to procure me a swift sailing yacht of the largest size,
fitted up in the richest manner, without regard to cost, and to be manned with a crew
ready and willing to do any service I might name. She was ordered to be sent to the
chateau on the coast of Brittany, where a small creek, putting in from the open sea,
made an excellent harbour for a vessel.
Having finished my business, I hastened down to the chateau, taking with me a
first-rate architect and a number of workmen.
In a short time I had converted a large saloon on the second floor into a
magnificent hall. Its sides and ends were covered with flowers and evergreens,
making a perpetual summer. On each side stood a row of statues of nude figures,
which I had purchased in Paris. At either end played a beautiful fountain, while in
the centre was a large marble basin, in which played a third fountain. The figure that
cast up the water was a statue of a female lying down, so arranged that she seemed to
be floating on her back in the water, the
jet d'eau burst from her cunt, and ascended
nearly to the ceiling, making a shower bath to anyone who would be seated on the
figure.
The side windows opened on to a balcony, which overlooked the sea.
On the opposite side of the corridor I had converted the whole suite of
apartments into one large room, which as soon as the upholsterer arrived was to be
furnished with fifty beds.
The suite of apartments on the same floor of the adjoining wing I had converted
into one large bathing room. In this room was a marble bath, in which fifty people
could bathe at the same time. A small fish pond stood in the garden. It turned into a
small lake of about one hundred yards in diameter.
(To be continued.)
FRANK FANE - A BALLAD.
The master said to the Schoolboy,
As it fell on a day,
"All the rest are to go,
Frank Fane is to stay.
I set you all free
From the birch and the cane,
Not a boy shall be swished,
Not a boy, but Frank Fane."
Said the Merry Master,
"Frank Fane is to stay,
To be flogged with a flogging,
As good as your play.
Frank Fane is to stay,
To be whipped in the hall,
To be whipped, till his whipping
Atones for you all.
Any boy that enjoys
A fine flogging to see,
I give leave to stay here,
With Frank Fane and me:
They will see his white bottom,
When they see it again,
I don't think they'd fancy
It belongs to Frank Fane."
While the rest went a playing,
In the hall there were four,
Frank Fane and his Master,
And two fellows more.
There were three there for pleasure,
And one there for pain;
How they giggled and grinned,
At the funk of Frank Fane!
"Now loosen your braces,
And lower your breeks,
And show your companions
Your bare nether cheeks.
Make haste to the closet,
And bring a good rod,
Or I'll cut you to ribands,
You shuffler, by God!"
"O master! dear Master!
Have pity for once!"
"What, pity for a truant,
A thief and a dunce!
For once, and at once,
You shall smart for all three,
A three-fold example
Your bottom shall be."
Now his comrades they took him,
Each grasping a hand,
And gaily accomplished
The Master's command.
They swayed down his body,
Rolled up his shirt-tail,
And poised up his buttocks,
That a stroke mightn't fail.
Then they tied down his legs,
That the skin might draw tight,
That each lash might draw blood
To the Master's delight;
Then they twitched at his hair,
And chucked up his chin,
And cried out, "Good Master!
It's time to begin."
Now Arthur's and Redgy's
Own bottoms were sore,
But they knew that Frank Fane's
Would be terrible more.
And each was too glad
To forget his own grief,
In seeing Frank's flesh
In the state of raw beef.
Said Arthur to Redgy,
"We've often been stripped,
All three of us together,
And jollily whipped;
But now we're both masters,
And, crickey! it's fun,
To see Frank Fane catching
Three floggings in one."
The first was three dozen,
Laid in with a will,
"Just enough," quoth the Master,
"For a boy in the bill."
Then he sat down and rested
His arm for awhile
And looked at his work,
With a grim kind of smile.
Then he gave a fresh sentence-
"So much for the Dunce!
Now five dozen for the Truant,
But not all at once.
This rod is all splintered,
Go fetch me two more;
No, two's poor allowance,
So, Redgy, bring four!"
"There'll be two for the Truant,
And two for the Thief,
And if that does not bring
That fat bottom to grief-
Then Keate was a fumbler,
And Busby a fool,
And I'm not a Master
Of Whippingham School!"
Then the right trusty Master
Went at him like mad,
And loud were the prayers
And shrieks of the lad.
Said Arthur, "You coward!"
Said Redgy, "Keep cool!
Your bottom's a credit
To Whippingham School!"
But the Master is pausing!
Is it mercy or fear?
Ah! no, it's to toss off
A mug of strong beer.
And refreshed with his tipple,
He's at him again,
He never seems tired
Of swishing Frank Fane!
He pauses once more. - "Boys!"
He cries, "Hold him tight,
I remember I've got
A short letter to write.
If the creature's rebellious,
Let him taste this sweet cane,
I'll be back in ten minutes
To finish Frank Fane."
So the cane on his shoulders
Went rat-a-tap-tap,
And in turns they examined
His bum like a map;
Such outlines! Such islands!
Such mountains of weals
And such pretty red rivers
Running down t'wards the heels!
Here's the Master returning,
A cigar 'tween his lips,
Hurrah! for the Master
Who smokes while he whips!
He knows how to tackle
Two pleasures at once-
The taste of the baccy
The smart of the Dunce.
So he puffed like a demon!
And fiercely cut in,
Till you hardly could pick out
An inch of whole skin.
Then he took a new country,
And he striped the white thighs,
Till the old hall re-echoed
A tempest of cries.
O! firm was his muscle!
And supple his wrist,
And he handled the Rod,
With a terrible twist,
But muscles grow weary,
And arms lose their powers,
There's an end for all nice things,
For floggings - like flowers.
Shrieks Frank Fane, "I'm dying!"
Says Redgy," You a'nt,
And if you go off
In a bit of a faint,
We'll soon thrash you back
Into living again,
You've not done with swishing
Just yet - Master Fane!"
Now the whipping is over,
And the culprit is free,
I don't think he'll sit down,
This evening for tea!
And when in a fortnight
He's turned down once more,
I fancy he'll find
His bottom still sore.
MY GRANDMOTHER'S TALE OR MAY'S ACCOUNT OF HER
INTRODUCTION TO THE ART OF LOVE.
From an unsophisticated Manuscript found amongst the old lady's papers, after her
death, supposed to have been written about A.D. 1797.
CHAPTER 1.
When I was sixteen years old I was a pupil teacher at the N. School. I had a
bedroom to myself, but I always chose one of the elder girls to sleep with me. My
favourite, Susey P-, was about my own age, and of a warm friendly disposition. We
soon became very intimate, and promised to tell each other all our secrets.
We were both exceedingly curious to know all about the secret pleasures of
love, and often talked over the subject at night, all the time fondling and playing with
each other's cunts.
"Did you ever hear any name for this little chink, May?"
"Yes, dear, cunt. One of the girls wrote it the other day on her slate. She said
that was what the boys called it."
"And what do they call their own things?"
"Pricks."
"Why do they call them pricks?"
"I suppose it is because they prick our cunts."
"Would you like to have your cunt pricked?"
"Yes, I think, I would like it now, for my cunt feels so very hot."
"So it is, and mine is just the same. O May! if my cunt could be turned into a
prick what fun we would have."
She then got over me, and rubbed her cunt against mine, while I held the cheeks
of her bottom and pressed her in between my thighs.
"May, did you ever notice the lump between the legs of Mr. T-, the resident
tutor?"
"Yes, dear, that's his prick, every man has that, though some have it larger than
others."
"O yes, I know that, but have you seen it swell out when he talks to us girls, and
leans over us to make us hold our pens right?"
"Perhaps he is then thinking of our cunts."
"I am sure of it, and especially of yours, for you are his favourite. If he were
here now I know what he would like to do."
"What?"
"Just to get on top of you, and shove his prick into your cunt, and fuck you."
I only laughed, and we soon fell asleep.
On Sunday, a short time after, having a headache, I remained at home. I was not
aware that anyone was in the house, until happening to pass Mr. T-'s room, he
suddenly sprang out, caught me in his arms, drew me in, and closed the door.
"Oh Mr. T-. Please let me go."
"Dearest May, let me tell you how dearly I love you." And while he half
smothered me with kisses, he gently drew me towards the bed.
"No, I won't sit down - let me up - don't attempt to put your hands under my
clothes."
But he forced his hand up, and I felt his eager fingers exploring all my secrets
there.
"Mr. T-, take your hand - I cannot allow such liberties - let me up, or I'll
scream."
"Don't, my pet, for there is no one to hear."
"Do let me up, and take your hand - oh my! how dare you lift my clothes."
He held me down, and soon, in spite of my struggles, he uncovered all my belly
and thighs, and my cunt lay bare and exposed to view.
It was the first time it had been seen by man, and I felt horribly ashamed. But a
peculiar sensation of pleasure quickly turned the idea of exposure into a source of
delight.
His face flushed, and his eyes sparkled as he looked down, and exclaimed,
"What a lovely cunt you have, May; this rising mound is covered with such a
profusion of rich brown hair, and the swelling lips, how deliciously they pout, while
the glowing red chink between is most luxurious and inviting. I must kiss it. Oh!
how sweetly it smells."
He stooped and warmly kissed my cunt.
Then opening the lips he sucked the clitoris and pushed his tongue into the hot
recess.
The touch of his mouth made my cunt thrill, and when I felt his tongue moving
around the clitoris, and penetrating the sensitive folds inside, I could not help
opening my thighs and raising myself a little, so as to afford him a freer access to
that pleasurable spot.
When he stood up I saw that his trousers were down, and that his prick was
sticking out pointed towards me, and nodding its great red head as if in proud
defiance.
Holding it in his hand, he said, "Look at this poor fellow, May, he craves your
kind indulgence, and only asks to hide his blushing head for a moment in this sweet
nest; won't you take him in your hand?"
"O, for shame! Mr. T-. Put that horrid thing away. I won't look at it, or touch
it. I won't let you put it in." And I covered my cunt with my hand. He pulled my
hand away, and placing it on his prick, forced my fingers round it. It felt deliciously
smooth and soft, but at the same time firm and stiff.
"Mr. T-, let me up. What do you mean?"
"I mean that I am going to fuck you May; to put my prick into your cunt and
fuck you."
"I will never let you. It would harm me, and hurt me."
"No, my love, it will neither hurt you nor harm you. Let me put it in, do, my
sweet pet."
He pushed the head of his prick in between the lips of my cunt, and moving it up
and down the furrow, said, "There, that does not hurt you, I am sure." He then
placed it at the inner opening, and with a sudden push forced it in.
"Oh! Mr. T-. Take it out. Oh! it is hurting me. You said you would not hurt
me."
But he only pushed harder, then something gave away inside, and I felt the
whole prick rush up into my belly. It had a startling effect at first, and almost took
away my breath, but when he went on to work his tool in and out, and I felt it
rubbing with a most delicious friction against the throbbing folds of my cunt, the
feeling became one of overpowering delight. I twisted about and heaved to meet his
thrusts.
"There, darling, now don't you like that?"
"Yes, I like it now, that's very nice."
"Now say its name."
I whispered, "Prick."
"Say it out."
"Prick."
"And yours?"
"Cunt."
"And doing this?"
"Fucking."
"Go on, say what it is you like."
"I like to feel your prick fucking my cunt."
"Oh, go on, it's just coming."
"Prick - cunt - fucking - belly - bottom."
Then, drawing his prick suddenly out of my cunt, he poured a torrent of hot seed
over my belly, and up to my very breasts. After this Mr. T- and I lost no opportunity
of performing the sweet rites of Venus, and he soon initiated me into all the various
ways and modes of enjoyment. I found that I could fully trust him, as he was very
discreet, and particularly careful to avoid doing me harm.
Susey and I too became more and more confidential. I acknowledged to her that
I had been fucked, but did not name Mr. T-.
One night I prevailed on her to give me full particulars of some love scenes
between her elder sister Jane and her intended, Mr. John C-.
"They used to take me out to walk with them. They generally went to a wood,
where they had a favourite resting place, well sheltered among the trees. But when
there they always sent me away to gather blackberries or flowers.
"I often saw him kiss her, and sometimes when no one was looking, push his
hand up under her petticoats. This aroused my curiosity, and I resolved to watch
them.
"So the next time when I went off with my basket, I made a circuit, and entered
the wood behind them. I crept through the trees until I could both hear and see them
plainly.
"He was lying on his back, his trousers all open, and a long fleshy thing with a
purple head was standing up. She was stooping over it moving it up and down with
her hand. Then she kissed it, and took it in her mouth and sucked it.
"'How nicely you suck my prick, Jane. Kneel up now, I want to see your
beautiful bottom and cunt at the same time.'
"As she did so he threw up her clothes over her back, uncovering the two round
cheeks of her bottom, and the thick lips of her cunt jutting out like a huge hairy
mouth between.
'"My darling, you have a splendid backside, the sight of it would bring to life the
prick of a dying man. Keep as you are, I'll fuck you this time from behind, in what is
called dog fashion.'
"He then got up, and knelt between her legs, and drawing apart the white cheeks
of her bottom, pushed his prick into her cunt.
"Then holding her hips, he worked his article rapidly in and out, telling her to
push back her bottom to meet each thrust of his prick.
"She panted and pushed, while he grunted out, 'Do you feel it Jane? Do you feel
my prick?'
"'Yes, dear John, I do feel your prick, ever so far up my cunt - that's right -
drive it in hard. Fuck-fuck-fuck.'
"Then they fell together on the grass, and I ran away."
"How did your cunt feel, Susey, when you saw his prick, and watched them
fucking?"
"Oh, it used to get very hot, and then I would rub it and squeeze it as hard as I
could."
"Did you often see them doing it, Susey?"
"Yes, many a time, and in every kind of way. Would you believe it, I saw him
once fuck her in her bottom, and she did not mind it a bit."
"Did they ever find you out, Susey?"
"They did. I'll tell you how. One day I crept up very close to them, she was
standing with her back against a tree, holding up her clothes. He was kneeling
between her legs kissing her cunt. He looked up and she said:
"'Well, to please you - there - watch.'
"And a stream of amber fluid spurted out with a hissing noise from between the
hairy lips of her cunt. She had scarcely done before he kissed it again, and sipped up
the drops that hung about the hairs.
"'Now, John, it's my turn to see you spouting.'
"'Well, if you hold my prick I'll try.'
"She held it while he pissed, rubbing it all the time, as if she was milking a cow's
teat, and when he had done, she kissed and sucked it.
'"Your prick is in grand order to-day. Look how stiff it is.'
"She bent it down, and let it go, when it sprang up erect as before.
"'Lie on your back, John, and I'll get over you, I know it is a way you like.'
"So he lay down, his fine prick standing up in full erection.
"'Now tuck up, and turn your bottom to my face.'
"She did so, and straddling over him with her great white bum jutting out, she
stuffed his prick, neck and shoulders, into her gaping cunt.
"Then she bounded up and down like a jockey riding. When she rose up I could
see the prick standing up, all red and inflamed. Then heaving down, the prick rushed
up into her cunt, and her bottom came flap against his belly.
"This scene excited me greatly. I envied Jane. She seemed to enjoy it so
thoroughly. And not thinking what I was doing, I forced my middle finger right up
my cunt, the sudden pain made me cry. 'Oh!' They started, and quickly drawing
aside the branches, saw me, my clothes up, and my finger in my cunt.
"'Holloa, Susey! is that you?' cried John.
"'You wicked little minx,' said Jane, 'how dare you steal upon us in that manner?'
"I said nothing, but covering my face with my hands, began to cry.
'"Don't scold her, perhaps she could not help it. Come here, Susey, sit down and
dry your tears. Now promise you will never speak of anything you may have seen.'
"I sat down, and earnestly promised all that they desired.
"John, passing his hand up under my clothes, and pinching the lips of my cunt,
said: 'You have already given me a glimpse of this little nook, Susey. I want a closer
and fuller view. Lean back. Open your legs. There. There. Hasn't she a nice
innocent looking little cunt, Jane? I think the cunt of a young girl before the hair
grows over it is particularly pleasant to look upon, and to kiss too,' he said, as he held
up my bottom with his hands, and buried his face between my legs.
"I felt his whiskers brushing my thighs, and his soft tongue pushing into my
cunt.
"'Yes,' replied Jane, 'you may pet and kiss Susey's little plaything as much as
you like, but remember that is all.'
"'Tell me, Susey, what did you see?'
'"I saw you pushing something into Jane.'
"He drew out his prick, and putting my hand on it, asked, 'Was this what you
saw?'
"'Yes.'
"'Do you know what it is called?'
"'Yes, I heard Jane call it prick.'
"'And what's this little slit?'
'"My cunt.'
"'Would you like to see the prick going into Jane's cunt again, and nicking it?'
"'Oh, yes, I would very much.'
"'Well, Jane, my love, let us have another turn before we go, my prick is awfully
excited.'
"He laid her back, and opening her legs, made me look at her cunt. I had often
seen it before when she was bathing, but had never looked into it until now. I was
surprised at its depth and extent. He put my hand on it, and said: 'See these fine
thick lips, how they swell out. That's the sort of cunt a man loves to fuck. And this
deep chink, how red and hot it is. Put your fingers in.'
"Three fingers entered easily. The soft warm folds inside closed on my fingers,
and seemed to suck them in.
"Just like your own cunt, May. Oh! how hot it is! and how it throbs! And mine
is throbbing too. Let us have a mutual suck before I proceed with my story."
I readily agreed, for my cunt felt all in a flame. We threw off our shifts, and lay
naked on the bed. She got over me, and lifting up my thighs, sucked eagerly at my
cunt, and twining her arms round my hips, tickled my bottom.
My tongue was equally busy about her sweet orifice, and as she felt it
penetrating the heated parts inside, she wriggled about, and pressed her bottom on
my face.
We were soon partially relieved by a copious discharge from our founts of
pleasure.
Susey then resumed her exciting narrative:
"John knelt between Jane's thighs, and made me direct his prick into her open
cunt. I held it by the root as it passed quickly up. He told me to stir his balls and
pinch his bottom.
"Meanwhile, I watched the operation with the greatest interest and delight.
"As the prick went in, the lips enclosed it with a kind of eager suction, and when
it came out they seemed to follow it, as if loath to part with such a pleasant morsel.
"John put his hands under her, and raised her up. As he warmed to the work, his
great muscular bottom heaved backward and forward with increasing rapidity,
making his prick plunge in and out of her hot receptacle.
"'Are you pinching him, Susey? Pinch hard.'
"I pinched his bottom, and tickled the hole there with my finger.
"'Push it in, Susey, oh, that is so nice. Tell us what you see, dear.'
'"I see your bottom heaving backward and forward and your prick rushing in and
out between the thick hairy lips of Jane's cunt.'
"'What else do you see, Susey?'
'"I see the bag below your prick, and feel two round things in it.'
"'Stir them, Susey. What else do you see?'
'"I see the round hole of your bottom.'
"'Move your finger inside, Susey. Oh! Oh!!' he cried, as he drove his prick with
great force into her cunt, and banged his balls against her bottom, while she clasped
him in her arms."
All this time Susey had been frigging my cunt with her fingers, and now she
sprang on top of me, and pounded her cunt against mine, until our cunts again
overflowed with love's sweet juice, and we lay back to rest.
The next time I went to Mr. T-, after the usual preliminaries of petting, sucking,
&c, he said he wished to try a new mode of enjoyment which he had seen in a
picture. So he first set up a large mirror before us, and then sitting on the edge of a
sofa, he lifted me up backwards, and placed my bottom on his belly. Then putting
his hand under my thigh, he raised my knee up to his breast. So that, in the glass, we
had a most exciting view of my open cunt, and his upstanding prick nestling its
rubicund head between the hairy lips.
I rested my foot on his knee, and then pressing down, watched it slowly
disappearing in the pouting gap. As I rose up, the sweet instrument of pleasure again
appeared, all red and shining with the moisture of my cunt, and when I pressed down
it hastily returned, leaving nothing outside but the balls in close contact with the
hairy lips.
Mr. T- smiled, as he saw his tool absorbed in the crimson recess of my greedy
cunt, and said:
"How beautifully plump and pouting your cunt is; my sweet May. With what
delicious pressure it sucks in my bounding prick, while the soft cheeks of your
bottom rub sweetly against my belly. But let us not hurry, it is so pleasant to talk
together while my prick is soaking in your cunt. I want you to tell me something
about your friend Susey. Does she know much of these matters?"
"Indeed, she does, everything in fact."
"Do you speak out the names? Prick, &c?"
"Yes, she talks freely of pricks and cunts, and of fucking too."
"Was she ever fucked, do you think?"
"I think not, but she has often seen it done."
"How was she able to manage that?;'
I told him how she had seen her sister fucked by her intended before their
marriage.
"Do you often pet each other's cunts?"
"Yes, nearly every night."
"How?"
"When we are stripping for bed, she often asks me to lean back; and then she
kisses and pets my cunt, and I do the same for her."
"Has she a nice cunt?"
"It is a nice little cunt, much tighter than mine; the lips are very plump, and well
covered with light red hair. The skin round it is white, and smooth as satin, and the
inside a bright pink."
"Why, May, you have quite excited me. Would you be awfully jealous if you
saw me fucking her?"
"No, I would not be such a fool."
"May, you are the dearest girl, and have the sweetest cunt in the world. But I
must take out my prick now. Hold it in your hand. There - see - how it spouts."
Before leaving I consented to let him hide in my wardrobe the following
evening, that he might hear and see how we got on together.
When the time came I detained Susey in the schoolroom, until I was sure that
Mr. T- was safely ensconced in his hiding place. Then we went to our room, and
having carefully fastened the door, commenced undressing as usual right opposite
my wardrobe. I stopped her as she was putting on her nightdress, and said:
"Susey, the night is warm, let us have some sport before we go to bed. And first
give me a good peep at your nice little cunt."
I stretched open her thighs, as she leaned back on the bed, that Mr. T- might
have a better view.
I opened the soft pouting lips, and said:
"Your cunt is very red to-night, have you much feeling in it?"
"Yes, it is all aglow. Oh! pinch the clitoris - rub your finger - there - you may
push it in if you like."
The door of the press opened a little further.
"Susey, my pet, I want to see you make water. I'll hold the pot between your
legs, and you can do your pee into it."
I did so, and soon the hot piss came gurgling out. I heard a stir in the press
behind me.
"Now, May, it is my turn to see you perform, and I will hold the pot for you."
I spread my thighs and fired away.
"Lean back May, and let us tip cunts, for want of something better."
She got in between my thighs, and pushed hard against my cunt. Mr. T- must
have had a grand view of her peach-like bottom, as she heaved it up and down.
The door of the press opened further, and I could see the head of a prick sticking
out.
"Tell me, May, once again, how you felt the first time you were fucked?"
"Well, you know, he pushed me back on the bed, pulled up my clothes, and in
spite of all my efforts, laid bare my cunt. Then he forced himself in between my
thighs, and with his naked prick standing up. He made me take it in my hand and
rub it up and down. He praised my cunt, and sucked it, which I thought very nice,
though I wondered at his doing it."
"I don't," said Susey. "I love to suck your cunt, darling May, but go on, tell me
more."
"He said he wanted to fuck me. I said he shouldn't, but he forced the head of his
prick into the mouth of my cunt. Then giving a great heave he drove it up. It
smarted me a good deal at first, but when it got in altogether, and he commenced to
work it in and out, the pleasure was so great that I could not help telling him, when
he asked me, that I liked his fucking very much, and that his prick felt very nice in
my cunt."
Here Susey commenced bounding between my thighs. "Oh! May! how I long
for a prick. How I do wish that Mr.- was here. I could almost ask him to fuck me,
my cunt is so burning hot."
The press door opened, and Mr. T- stepped out perfectly naked. In a moment he
was behind Susey, poking his prick against her cunt.
"Here I am then, ready and delighted to gratify each of my sweet pets."
Susey started, but when she looked back and saw Mr. T-, and felt the head of
his prick in her cunt, she hid her blushing face in my neck, and resigned herself to his
amorous attack.
I laughed and held her buttocks open while he drove his prick into her maiden
cunt.
It did not hurt her much, as she had enlarged the opening when frigging it with
her finger.
After a few strokes I asked her how she liked the feel of a prick in her cunt.
"Oh May," she replied, "why do you ask me. You know well yourself how a
prick feels."
I slipped my hand between them, and felt her hot clitoris clinging to his prick, as
it plunged in and out. While at every push she got behind, her belly and breasts
heaved against mine.
Mr. T- was too much excited by all that he had seen and heard to be able to
prolong his fuck, so he had to draw out his prick to avoid harm.
I held it in my hand, as he rubbed it in the furrow between the cheeks of her
bottom, and I soon felt the emitting spasm, as it poured a stream of hot sperm over
her back.
Susey seemed disappointed, however, and asked why he took it out.
"Just because I would not injure you."
Then he explained how that unless the seed was injected on the mouth of the
womb, which lay at the end of the passage, there was no danger of any woman being
put in the family way. And though the pleasure of both parties is lessened by the
withdrawal of the prick at the moment of highest enjoyment, yet a man must be a
selfish brute if on that account he would run the risk of doing such a grievous wrong
to any girl whom he respected and loved.
He now placed his pendant tool in Susey's hand, and said if she would pet it a
little that it would soon be in working order again.
She raised it up, and regarding it with interest, drew back the soft movable skin,
and uncovered its rosy head.
"Kiss it Susey," I said bending her down.
She kissed the end of his prick, as she gently worked it up and down. Then as it
gradually stiffened she let its head pass into her mouth, while her roving hands
wandered over his bottom and balls.
Then he laid her back that he might inspect and kiss her pretty love chink.
"Is not this soft red hair very nice?" I said, passing my hand over her swelling
mound.
"Yes it is exceedingly nice and exciting," and he buried his mouth in the pouting
slit, while I caressed his prick and balls.
Rising up, he presented his prick, which had now regained its former size and
strength, and asked, "Which of you will take it in?"
Susey said, "Fuck May, Mr. T-. I would so like to put your prick into her cunt,
and see you fuck her."
He leaned over me as I lay back on the bed, and Susey, looking up between his
legs, popped his tool into my cunt, and held his balls as he pushed it up.
Then, at his request, she laid down beside me, with her thighs up, and her pretty
little cunt open before him. He leaned over and kissed it, at the same time softly
working his prick in and out of my cunt, and not being so hot as before, he was able
to prolong the pleasant exercise. After a minute or two he stopped and said, "I must
take it out now, as I feel it coming. Hold it in your hand Susey, and you will soon
see what a man's seed is like."
She held it over my belly, while he pressed his balls against my cunt. And the
white seed, like fluid starch, spouted in spurts from his excited tool.
"Oh! isn't it funny," she said, stooping down, and touching with her lips the tip
of his prick, when a fresh spurt darted into her mouth.
"Oh! there is very little taste. Will it do me any harm in my mouth?"
"None whatever, not even if you swallowed it all, indeed, it is considered most
invigorating."
He told us afterwards how greatly he enjoyed seeing us playing together, and
especially doing our pee, for, he added, nothing excites a man so much as seeing a
woman doing her pee, the water streaming out of her hairy chink is most suggestive
of love's delights.
We spent many nights after this when we sported and fucked in every possible
way. His great delight was to have one of us sucking his prick and tickling his
bottom, while he sucked and frigged the cunt of the other. He loved to make us
spend in his mouth, at the same time that we swallowed his seed.
We let him fuck us in our bottoms too.
He said this gave him great pleasure, for our bottom-holes were smaller and
tighter than our cunts. We did not like it so well, but we were so fond of him we
could not refuse. Mr. T- often lent us pictures that were a great source of
amusement. Among others, a set of scenes between a handsome white girl and a
negro. In the first he is sitting on a chair, playing the banjo, his trousers open, and
his great black tool sticking out. She has her eyes fixed on it, while she holds up her
dress, and points to a most voluptuous cunt between a pair of widely extended fat
thighs, as much as to say, "Look here, here is a place that will soon take the stiffness
out of your prick."
In the next behold him on his knees, between her thighs, holding open the thick
furry lips of her cunt, while with his tongue he licks round the clitoris, and the red
chink below it, muttering, "Oh, sweet cunt! how I love to taste you, to suck you, and
to fuck you."
In the next she is seen stooping forward, with the full orb of her snowy bottom
naked before him. With one hand he pats those delicious prominencies. With the
other he direct his prick, now larger than ever, into her cunt.
It seems to quiver with delight, as the organ of bliss penetrated its soft folds.
Now Sambo, work your active bottom; drive home you noble tool, and make
this willing fair one feel the vast pleasure that can be given by the sturdy prick of the
despised negro.
(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 V.
(Continued.)
After retiring to bed at night (James and myself had been in the drawing-room
all evening going through the most exciting and lascivious ideas, to amuse His
Lordship, who contented himself by leisurely watching our love gambols, smoking
his cigar, and evidently keeping himself in reserve for something bye-and-bye),
instead of settling ourselves between the sheets we adjoined to the spare room, next
to that in which Reuben, the page, slept.
We were too soon for His Lordship, as on applying our eyes to the peepholes,
the boy's room was yet in the most profound darkness, so as the night was warm, and
there was no necessity for covering, we reclined upon the bed to await the coming of
Crim-Con; meanwhile we amused ourselves by kissing and toying with each other's
parts, till my handsome butler, notwithstanding the previous hard work of the
evening, was in a most rampant, impatient state, and would fain have cooled his
ardour within my longing cunt but that would have spoilt all, as our transport would
have been certain to be overheard by the page, and thus prevent all our anticipated
sight-seeing.
Just as I was whispering to him to keep quiet, we heard a match struck in the
next room, and applying ourselves to the holes, were much astonished to find
Reuben was not alone, there was the butler's assistant, a rather tall fair youth of
sixteen, for whom we had never reckoned in our calculations; he had always such a
cold, reserved respectful manner, even to James, that we never for a moment gave
him a thought as likely to be mixed up with His Lordship's amusements.
Reuben lighted a couple of the candles, then turning to his companion, who was
lying on the bed frigging slowly his standing prick, as if keeping it in a state ready
for use, said, "Will, it's time His Lordship was here now, what a good job I broke
away from you just now, or you would have spent and spoilt all; he likes to see us
looking ready and randy, but if he thinks we have been fucking or frigging by
ourselves he would damn us, and bolt off in a rage."
Reuben and Will were both quite naked, and there was a great contrast between
the youths, for while the latter was rather slim, tall and fair, the former was a regular
Adonis in figure, beautifully plump rosy face, dark hair, and dark fiery impetuous
eyes; his prick was also in a fine state of erection, and neither of them had more than
a suspicion of downy hair around the roots of their pricks.
"What a fine fellow you look Rube, no wonder His Lordship seduced you;
besides, you are a dear unselfish chap for introducing me into the fun, won't I fuck
you gloriously when he is here to see us. I love you warmer, hotter than ever I could
the prettiest girl in the world! And then, too, think of how well it pays!"
Here the two boys lay down on the bed fondling each other's pricks, and kissing
mouth to mouth, sucking tongues, and twining about in the most amorous manner,
till I fully expected every moment to see them spend, but they stopped suddenly, a
step was heard outside, the door creaked on its hinges, and His Lordship appeared
with a large table lamp in his hand.
"Hold, hold hard, you randy rascals!" he exclaimed, "I believe you've been and
had your fun already. If you have, you buggers-," he hissed between his teeth, in a
frightfully suggestive manner, which seemed almost to terrify the boys, who paled
slightly for a moment, and then both of their faces flushed crimson.
Rube was the first to answer. "Oh no, my Lord, we have been too careful, only
Will was just telling me his love, and how gloriously you should see him fuck me."
"Bravo! So he shall my dear, and I will suck your darling pego, and find out if
you have been deceiving me."
He placed his lamp on a small table at the foot of the bed, so that the room was
now excellently well lighted, then seating himself on the bed he opened his dressing-
gown, showing his long limp prick, and taking the pair of them on his lap, they sat
on his naked thighs; whilst he kissed them, thrusting his tongue into their mouths, or
handled and compared their two charming pricks.
This was only a little preliminary toying, then presently asking Rube if the cold
cream was under the pillow, he threw aside his only vestige of a garment, and
stretched himself on his back on the bed.
"Now my plump little beauty," he said, addressing the page, "kneel over my
breast, and give me your prick to suck, and now Will, mount behind him, and I will
put your tool to his arsehole."
James's assistant was too ready to need a repetition of the welcome order, he
was there in a moment, his hard cock quite eight inches long, battering against the
tight dark wrinkled nether hole of his love.
His Lordship was so eager for work that he scarcely had taken Rube's seven
inches between his lips before his fingers were busy with the lubricant on Will's
prick and the page's bottom, directing the former's delighted tool so cleverly to the
mark that almost immediately he completed his insertion up to the roots of the hair,
and was revelling in the delicious sensations and pressures to which his love treated
him.
His Lordship sucked excitedly at the morsel in his mouth, and we could just hear
him mumbling out, in a half-choked voice, "Beautiful! Fuck! Go on quick. Spend,
spend! Ah-r-r-," as we could see Rube's dark eyes full of fire, and his prick stiffen
and shoot its juice into Crim-Con's mouth, till the drops of thick creamy spend fairly
oozed from his lips, as he still sucked and smacked his lips with great gusto; besides,
we could see his own prick rising into quite a manly state.
Will fucked into his love's bottom with fury, and seemed to spend almost at the
same time, and so exhaustively that he must have fallen backwards had he not clung
round Rube's neck.
We were not idle whilst this exciting scene was enacted under our eyes. James
instinctively wetted the head of his prick and my bum-hole with spittle, and soon
drove his great machine through the narrowest gate of Paradise. Its movements were
indeed heavenly, blissful. I never before felt such an acme of pleasure, the sight
before me, the soul stirring movements behind, and our mutual emissions almost
made me groan in an agony of delight.
A perfect frenzy of lust seemed to take possession of my body, I could see His
Lordship's prick was now finely erect, and the two boys were alternately kissing and
sucking him.
Whispering my paramour to follow me, I quickly rushed from our concealment
into the room where they were. As the door was not locked and before they could
recover from their surprise, I threw myself on my back, on His Lordship's belly,
almost taking the breath out of him by my sudden weight on his stomach, regardless
of his "Damned Hellish Bitch" and other exclamations of displeasure. I fixed his
stiff prick in my bottom-hole in triumph, nipping and squeezing, and wriggling my
bum about on him as James with his tool in an awfully excited and distended state
took possession of my hot raging cunt.
The boys seemed to quite understand my ideas, as they each of them knelt and
presented their pricks for me to fondle, whilst Crim-Con, still cursing and swearing
at me for a "Damned Hellish Bitch, &c." groaned under our weight, but I could feel
he was thoroughly enjoying it, as his prick stiffened more and more every moment,
under the delightful movements and pressures to which I treated him; besides, the
membrane between his prick and James's was so slight that it was almost like two
cocks rubbing together in my cunt.
I frigged the boys till their eyes almost started from their heads from excess of
emotion, they spent over the firm round globes of my bosom, but I still kept them
stiff, alternately kissing the head of one or the other prick whilst Crim-Con's hands
tickled their balls, and frigged their arseholes till we made them nearly mad.
I had never felt my husband's long thin prick so well before, and James's affair
was so distended by the excess of lustful excitement that I was gorged to repletion,
and yet felt that I wanted more, more, more! Had I been cunt all over I should have
wanted every hole well filled by a good stiff one. What a delicious moment. Ah!
ah! if I could but die like that! I seemed transported to another world, my senses
were leaving me, I was indeed in Paradise!
I remember no more of this extraordinary scene, but James told me next day
they were frightened, I went off into such a death-like faint, they had to carry me to
my room, and use restoratives till I gradually breathed a little, and sank into a restless
kind of sleep, that I had bitten both the boys' pricks till they were sore and bleeding.
"As for His Lordship," he added, "I am afraid he is as good as dead, he was so
exhausted Dr. Spendlove had to be fetched, and he fears the worst."
This was too true, His Lordship only lived forty-eight hours, whilst I have never
been well since. The extraordinary excess of lubricity that night seemed to have
quite undermined my constitution, and I have gradually declined from that time. I
was advised to be very careful how I indulged in venereal pleasures in future, but in
spite of my weak, nervous, excitable nature, I have found it impossible to quite
abandon those pleasures which seem to me to give the only real foretaste of the
future Paradise; regardless of declining strength, whenever the opportunity offered I
have indulged in the delights of love myself, or in seeing others do it.
The executors settled everything, whilst the incoming earl, to show his
appreciation of their services in furthering his interest, made most lavish provision
for James and the two youths, as he afterwards told me that he considered they
helped him to the title and estates a good five or ten years before he could reasonably
expect to have come into them.
"And do you not think, my Lord," I asked him when he told me this, "that I also
deserve your thanks, where is your gratitude to little Beatrice?"
He looked at me in a curious kind of way. He was a handsome young fellow of
eight and twenty, but married to death by a fair fat wife, who besides having a
fortune of her own, had already blessed him with nine children, and a prospect of
blessing him with many more.
"I can't make you out Robert," I went on to say, "you're so different to your poor
brother, and so content with the same thing every day; every look, every smile you
have is for that splendid wife of yours. He was for flirting with and having every
pretty woman he came across; what sort of a heart can you have, you have never
seemed to pity me for my loss?"
He was so handsome, and I so disliked the new Lady Crim-Con, that I resolved
to seduce him, and gratify both pique and passion at the same time.
"What are you driving at, Beatrice dear, I'm sure you puzzle me?"
"Ah! you know how delicate and how lonely I am, and never even to give a
brotherly kiss of sympathy. I know Her Ladyship hates me, but I shall be gone to
Hastings in a few days," I said, bursting out into sobs as if my heart would break, the
tears from my downcast eyes dropping upon one of his hands which he had placed in
a deprecating kind of way on my lap as he sat by my side.
He kissed me tenderly on the forehead, more like a father, as he said, "I'm sure I
only wish I knew how to cheer you up, my ear.
"My dear," that sounded quite a little affectionate and as if the ice was breaking,
so throwing my arms round his neck, I kissed him passionately in return for his
fatherly salute, sobbing out in a low broken voice, "Oh, Robert, you do not know
what it is to be left dull, miserable, and all alone in the cold, cold world, can you not
spare me a little, only a little of those loving smiles your wife must be quite surfeited
with?"
He gave a soft sigh, and I felt an arm steal round my waist, as he very tenderly
drew me close to him, and did not seem at all loath to receive my kisses, which were
getting yet more impassioned.
"If you do give me a kiss, what will Her Ladyship lose?" I whispered.
A perceptible tremulousness seemed to vibrate through his form as our lips at
last met in a long, loving kiss. It was quite plain I had at last excited his amorous
sensuality, which had previously been so dormant in his respectable married bosom.
"Now, I love you Robert, dear, and you needn't mention such an indifferent
thing to Lady Cecilia," I whispered, when at last our lips parted.
"A slice from a cut loaf is never missed, you know Beatrice," he said, as he
smilingly held me at arm's length, and gazed into my blushing face, and continued,
"besides, I can easily make it up to her, so she will lose nothing."
"Your loaf is pretty well sliced dear," I replied, "considering how many children
you have to eat bread and butter, Robert."
Again he drew me to him, and we exchanged the most lascivious kisses as I sat
on his lap. This billing and cooing being so effective that I very soon felt his prick
stiffening quite perceptibly under my bottom. His face flushed, and an extraordinary
fire beamed in his usually quiet eyes; we understood each other at once. Without a
word he inclined my unresisting form backwards on the couch, and as I closed my
eyes, I felt him raising my clothes, his hands stole up my thighs till he gained the seat
of joy. My legs mechanically opened to give him every facility, in a moment he took
advantage of my tacit invitation, and I felt the nose of a fine battering ram at the
entrance of my widowed cunt.
The desire for a really good fuck had been consuming me for some days, and I
could not resist the impulse, however immodest it might seem to him, of putting my
hand upon his glorious engine of love, and directing it into love's harbour myself. It
was in, I was gorged to repletion, spending, sighing with delight, almost before he
could make a move.
Opening my eyes, I could see he was delighted at my ecstasy.
"Ah, you darling man, my darling Robert, you don't know what it is for a young
widow to be deprived of the natural solace of her sex. Now, push on my boy, and let
us be thoroughly happy, let us mix our very souls in love's emission, and then tell me
if you can spare one a few crumbs of your cut loaf now and then."
A very few thrusts brought down my love juice again, and I also felt him shoot a
tremendously warm flood of his essence into my longing cunt. Our lips were joined
in fierce loving, tongue-sucking kisses, whilst I threw my legs over his buttocks, and
heaved up my bottom to meet his manly action with the most libidinous abandon.
Her Ladyship was out with the carriage, and we were quite safe for a couple of
hours at least; still, considering his family duties, I made him keep a shot or two in
reserve for the night, as he contented himself by kneeling down and worshiping at
the shrine of love, where he had just been paying his tribute to Venus, exclaiming in
ecstasy, as he examined or kissed the various charms, "What a love of a cunt! How
small and tight! What a charming chevelure, &c.!"
A day or two after this, to our mutual delight, Lady Cecilia was summoned into
the country, to attend on her mother's sick bed.
My room was next to theirs, so at night it was a very simple thing for him to slip
into bed with me. I found he knew very little about ornamental fucking, himself and
wife had strictly adhered to the plain family style, which had produced such fruitful
results. My ridicule of his ignorance made him quite ashamed of his want of
knowledge, especially when I introduced him to the delights of bum-fucking, and he
faithfully promised me that when Her Ladyship returned, he would insist upon his
marital rights over every part of her person, and so steer clear of babies in future, and
that if I only made a good peephole I might see all his fun with Lady Cecilia.
Delighted with my conquest, I determined to persuade him to degrade his wife
in every possible way, that I might enjoy the sight of it. So I initiated him into every
possible style of enjoyment, till I had the satisfaction of knowing that the hitherto
respectable husband was completely changed into a lustful libertine.
(To be continued.)
Two things which generally come together -" Short sight and short cock."
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