The Pearl #15

THE PEARL,
A Journal of Facetiæ and Voluptuous Reading.

No. 15 PUBLISHED MONTHLY. Sept, 1880

LA ROSE D'AMOUR.

Or the Adventures of a Gentleman in search of Pleasure.
Translated from the French.

PART VII.

(Continued.)

I FELT CONSIDERABLY ENERVATED FOR A DAY OR TWO AND
REFRAINED FROM AGAIN ENTERING THE LISTS OF VENUS UNTIL I HAD
FAIRLY SET SAIL ON MY PROJECTED CRUISE IN SEARCH OF LOVE AND
BEAUTY IN THE HESPERIAN CLIMES, WHERE I HOPED FOR THE MOST
EXQUISITE PLEASURES IN THE ARMS OF THE ARDENT LADIES OF CUBA
AND SPANISH MAIN.

I coasted round and put into Bordeaux for the purpose of giving the sailors a
chance of getting themselves girls.

In two days they were all mated, and we put off for Havana, intending to stop
there a short time, as I had heard much of the beauty of the women of the island.

Arriving at Havana, I took some rooms at one of the best hotels, giving orders to
the Captain to keep the brig in sailing order so as to be able to sail at a moment's
notice.

At the table d'hote I noticed a handsome, vivacious brunette, evidently an
inhabitant of the island. Her eyes were fairly hidden under a mass of deep black hair
which overshadowed them; but I could perceive whilst at the table, she was

continually glancing at me, and the moment my eyes met hers she would suddenly
drop her eyes on the plate or look in another direction. From this I augured
favourably and deemed success certain, thinking that I had made a conquest.

In the evening I attended the theatre accompanied by the Captain, and both of us
well armed. I there saw the lady in a box in company with a couple of elderly
gentlemen.

The one whom I took to be her husband was a cross-grained, ugly looking
fellow.

I followed her home with the intent to win her.

In the morning I got an introduction to Senor Don Manuel Vasquer, the husband
of Donna Isabel, my lovely vis-a-vis at the table.

I told him I was a gentleman of rank and fortune, traveling for the pleasure with
a vessel of my own, and invited him down to the harbour to look at the brig.

He accepted the invitation and was very much pleased with the neat cleanliness
of everything on deck, and with the luxury displayed in the fittings of the cabin.

I had a lunch set out and plied him well with champagne so that when he left the
vessel, he was in very high spirits. On reaching the hotel he invited me up to his
apartment and introduced me to his wife and a couple of other ladies we found with
her.

I endeavoured as well as my looks could express to let her see that I had taken
particular notice of her, and was much smitten by her charms.

After conversing for a short time I retired to my room to dress for dinner and
penned a declaration to the Donna Isabel, declaring my passion for her and imploring
her grant me an interview, as I had read in her eyes that I was not disagreeable to her.

After dinner I joined her and her husband and slipped my note into her hand,
which she immediately hid in the folds of her dress. I then went to my room to wait
for an answer, which I felt sure would soon be sent to me. Nor had I to wait long, for
in a couple of hours a negro-wench opened the door, poking her head in to ascertain
if I was in the room, threw a note to me, and shutting the door without saying a word,
retired.

I hastily picked up the note and opening it found my expectations confirmed!

She granted me an interview. Her note stated that her husband would go out to
his plantations the next day and that at three o'clock in the afternoon she would be
alone taking her siesta.

The evening, night and morning hung heavily on me, and after dining, I retired
to my room, laid my watch on the table and sat gazing at the dial to see the weary
hours pass away; but as the minute-hand pointed to three; the same black wench
again opened the door, poked her head in, looked round and drew back, leaving the
door open.

I jumped up and followed her to the rooms of her mistress.

Here I found Donna Isabel reclining in an elegant dishabille, on a sofa. She held
out her hand to me in welcome, which I took and pressed to my lips.

She invited me to be seated and I placed myself on a foot-stool at her side.
Taking her hand between mine, I disclosed my passion for her, imploring her not to
refuse my love. At first she pretended to be much surprised that I should make a
declaration of my love to her and appeared half angry. But as I proceeded with my
tale of love and pressed her for an answer favourable to the passion which was
consuming me, she appeared to relent, and rising from her reclining position made
room for me to sit beside her on the couch.

As I sat down by her side I dropped an arm round her waist and drawing her to
my bosom I implored her to grant me her love - even to leave her husband and fly
with me to some remote corner of the earth where we could while away our years in
the soft dalliance of love.

I told her that her husband was an old man with whom she could not enjoy life,
and from whom a young woman like herself could not receive those tender
attentions, and the soft and real pleasure which she could enjoy in the arms of a
young and devoted lover.

She sighed and hung her head on her breast, saying she never knew what it was
to receive those delicious and tender pleasures from her husband that I had just
spoken of. That from the time of her marriage to the present moment, her whole
time was taken up with drinking and gambling. That he left her to amuse herself as
best she could in the house, he was so jealous that he would never allow her to go out
except in his company. She sighed again and wished that heaven had given her such
a man as myself.

I know not how it was, but when she stopped, I found one of my hands had
opened the front of her dress and slipped beneath her shift and was moulding one of
her large hard breasts, and my lips were pressed on hers.

My leaning against her had insensibly moved her backwards till, without our
knowing it, her head was resting on the cushion of the sofa and I was lying on top of
her.

Whilst I was assuring her of eternal love and constancy and begging her to allow
me to give her a convincing proof of my tenderness and affection, and also to let me
convince her that as yet she had had the mere shadow of the ecstatic pleasure of love,
but that if she would allow me I would give her the real substance and a surfeit of
those pleasures of which I felt convinced she had received but a taste from her
husband, I had been gradually drawing up her clothes, till my hand rested on a large,
firm, fleshy thigh. Isabel had closed her eyes, her head hanging to one side, her lips
slightly apart and her breast rising and falling rapidly from the quick pulsations of
the blood caused by her fierce and amorous desires.

I raised her shift still higher till it disclosed to my sight a large tuft of long black
hair. I then unbuttoned my pantaloons and with a little gentle force parted her legs,
and got between her thighs.

Parting the lips with my fingers, I inserted the head of my engine of love, and in
a few moments we both died away amidst the most exquisite transports of love.

I lay heaving and panting on her bosom while she lay motionless under me, till
finding that my stiffness had scarcely diminished and knowing by the short motions
and jerks of the head that he was once more ready for the field and impatient for the
word to start again, I commenced moving in her.

"Beautiful creature," I cried, "what delicious sensations! What pleasure! My
God!" said I, "you are almost virgin. How lusciously tight your sweet flesh clasps
my rod!"

Her arms were clasped around my neck, her thighs around my back, her moist
rosy lips glued to mine. Our tongues met. With what vivacity, what voluptuousness
she moves up to me, giving me energetic heaves for my thrusts. I felt from the
increased motion of her bottom that again she is about to dissolve herself into bliss. I
too feel it.

"Ah, my God! Oh! what pleasure! I come; there, there, dear love, you have it
now - joy, love, bliss unbearable!" And I was swimming in a sea of pleasure, in a
perfect agony of bliss.

When we recovered from our delirium, I arose and drawing her clothes down
slowly over her legs, I pressed her to my side. Planting a soft kiss on her pouting
lips I folded her in my arms and asked her how she liked the reality after being fed

for more than a year on the mere shadow of that delicious substance she had just
largely partaken.

The answer was a kiss that sent a thrill of pleasure through every vein.

"Oh, my dear, this is nothing to what you would enjoy were you to link your
fortune to mine and fly with me to France. Then we would live a life of love and
pleasure such as you have just tasted. Our whole lives would be nothing but love
and pleasure, morn, noon and night it would be love, all love. There should be
nothing around us but love - nothing but pleasure!"

Isabel rang a small bell and the same piece of ebony who had twice placed her
head in and out of my chamber-door entered.

Her mistress told her to bring in some lunch and she soon returned with an
elegant cold repast and some delicious wine.

After eating and drinking we again turned our attention to love. Rising from the
chair I led her to the sofa, and drawing her on my knees, I stripped her dress and shift
from her shoulder and loosening the strings of her petticoats toyed and played with
her breasts, which were really beautiful, large and firm, and tipped with two most
tempting strawberry nipples.

Nor was my companion idle, for whilst I was thus engaged she had unbuttoned
my pantaloons and taken out my genitals, which she admired and toyed with,
capping and uncapping its red head till she had brought it to a most beautiful state of
erection.

I raised her on her feet and all her clothing slipping on to the floor, she stood in
all her naked beauty before me.

What charms, what beauties did my eyes and lips feast on as I turned her round
and round. Her soft round belly, her plump bottom and then her dear little cleft, that
masterpiece of beauty, how I hugged it to me. What kisses I lavished on it, all of
which she repaid with interest.

She sinks down on the floor between my legs. She caresses my pego, she
presses it to her lips. They pout and she puts its large red head between them. I push
a little forward, it enters her mouth, she sucks it, her soft tongue rolls it over and
over. She continues tickling it with her tongue. Feeling that if she continues I must
spend, I jerk back and drag it from her mouth. She again wants to keep it. I lay her
down on the floor with the cushions under her buttocks. I get on with my head
between her thighs, my prick and stones hanging over her face. Again she takes it in

her mouth, while I put my tongue between the lips of her cunt and frig her clitoris
with it.

The motion of her rump increases! I find she is about to spend and I suddenly
rise up, seat myself on the sofa, and she sprang after me, jumped on the sofa, her
cunt touching my face, tightly clasping her arms round my neck.

She slowly let her bottom come down, till it touched the head of my pego. I
directed it aright and she impaled herself on it.

A few motions and I most plentifully bedewed her with the nectar as she was
paying down her own tribute to the God of Love. .

When she rose off me, the sperm dropped from her salacious slit in large gouts
upon me, attesting the bountiful measure with which nature had endowed both of us
with the elixir of life.

In the evening she sent her maid to order her supper to be sent up into her
rooms, and after quietly supping we retired to bed and I spent the most agreeable
night that I ever passed with any woman.

Her husband returned the next day, but I found an opportunity to meet his wife
in the evening and renewed for a short time the transport we had enjoyed the day
before.

A few days later, her husband had invited a party of six young ladies and the
same number of young men to visit his wife and take dinner with them. I also was
invited.

Immediately after receiving the invitation I sent word to the Captain to raise
steam and be ready to sail at a moment's warning.

I joined the party at dinner and found three of the invited girls to be very
handsome and the other three very good-looking.

After the dinner was over, I invited the party to visit my yacht and take an
evening's excursion with me.

The husband of my mistress was very loud in his praises the beauty of the yacht
and of the rich and elegant manner in which she was fitted up and joined his
solicitations to mine; the party consenting, we ordered carriages and drove down to
where the yacht lay. Getting aboard we sailed up the harbour and ran up the island.

After we were out of sight of the city, I took the Captain aside and told him that
towards night I wanted him to run the brig in towards the shore; and that I intended
to seize the seven men and land them in a boat and make off with the women. I told
him to go and speak to the crew about the matter and have them in readiness to obey
my signal.

A little before dusk, we ran close in shore at a place where there was no
plantation visible. I had ordered some lumber to be strewn about the greater deck
and commanded the Captain to send the sailors to carry it away.

Sixteen stalwart fellows came aft and suddenly seized on the men and bound
their arms and legs. I then told them what I intended to do, ordering the men at the
same time to the women below. Their execrations and implorings for the girls who
were their relatives, I would not listen to, but I had them put in a boat and sent
ashore. They were unbound and and let loose. The boat returned to the brig and we
set sail for France.

The girls did nothing but sob and weep for a day or two but I soon brought them
to their senses. Immediately after setting their companions ashore I went into the
cabin, and bringing Ibzaidu and Mary out of their hiding places, I introduced them to
the company.

When supper was served they all refused to sit at the table and eat. But I told
them if they did not comply with all my wishes that I would hand them over to the
sailors to be used by them as they chose. This had its effect on them and they seated
themselves at the table.

I rang a bell and two of the handsomest women belonging to the sailors entered
stark naked, as I had ordered them to wait on the table.

The Spanish girls were all about to rise up, but putting on a fierce aspect, I
threatened them the first who should rise should be passed forward to the men. This
had effect on them and they sat still.

Whilst the servant was pouring out the coffee I arose and went to the side-table
as if to fetch something, but in reality to pour a few drops of a certain liquid into
each cup of coffee.

The quantity put in each cup was enough to set any woman's amorous and
licentious desires on fire.

They all drank their coffee and in about half-an-hour the effect was very visible,
as all the coyness of modesty had disappeared and they languishingly cast their
lascivious glances at me, joking the servant-girls on their nudity, and whenever they

came in reach of them, pinching, slapping them, etc., so great was the effect
produced by the drug I put in the coffee.

When the supper was over and the tables were cleared, I commenced playing
and tussling with them. Rolling them about on the floor and playing them a
thousand amorous tricks which they repaid with interest - throwing me on floor,
falling in a heap on top of me while I would catch a kiss from them, squeeze a fine
bubby, slide my hand along a thigh, or slip it up under their petticoats and grasp a
large calf or a well-turned knee. I ordered in some wine of a very strong quality,
well drugged with the love-potion.

I plied them with the wine of which they drank very freely and in a couple of
hours all reserve and modesty had left them.

I took the Senora - the wife I had seduced at the hotel and whose husband I had
set ashore with the others - on one side and invited her to step into one of the
staterooms with me, I then asked her if she could forgive me for robbing her from
her old cuckold of a husband. She threw herself into my arms and with a fervent
embrace and kiss sealed my pardon with her lips.

(To be continued.)

It has without doubt been Truscott's ambition

To get the new Temple Bar in position.

He thought of it by day, dreamt of it by night,

And one morning woke in a terrible fright.

"I dreamt, my dear love, that this thing came to pass,

That the public had shoved Temple Bar up my arse;

That they greeted me loudly with hisses and calls

And the dragon grew lively and bit off my balls."

AN UNFORTUNATE FAMILY.

Miss Jones, whose father was a wealthy alderman, and thought nobody but a
rich city man was good enough for his daughter, took the precaution to allow young
Brown to get her in the family way.

When the youngster was about three months on the road she one morning
appealed to her papa to sanction their engagement and she asked for a speedy
marriage:

"Egad! Do you think I'll ever have that penniless puppy?"

"Oh, oh, Papa! But the puppy's had me and there's a baby coming!" sobbed
Miss Jones, covering her crimson face with her hands.

"Well, I'm buggered!" exclaimed the alderman.

"Father! Father! Don't say that; we're such an unfortunate family!"

HOAR FROST.

A Yankee travelling on the London and North Eastern Railway the other day,
had for his vis-a-vis a gentleman who had lost his nose. The disfigured countenance
so fascinated his gaze that at last his fellow-passenger, getting impatient at what he

considered an impertinence, exclaimed in a rage: "Really, sir, you are very rude and
insulting to look at me so! Did you ever see a person before who had had the
misfortune to have his nose frost-bitten?"

The Yankee apologized for his seeming want of manners, and reassured the
annoyed person by informing him that he was going to alight at the next station.
However, after leaving the train he continued to walk up and down the station-
platform in seeming thought, till just as the train was on the move, his curiosity again
came over him and thrusting his head through the carriage window with a meaning
grin on his face, he said: "I guess, stranger, that must have been a darn sharp Hoar
Frost!"

Lord E. T-e, when a youth, asked his mother the following question: "Mama
dear," said he, "what is the meaning of the word bugger?"

"Bugger, my child? Why do you ask?"

"Because I heard my tutor call the coachman a damned bugger."

"Well, my child," replied the Marchioness, "a bugger is a person who does his
fellow an injury behind his back."

-Cough.

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 II.

KATE'S NARRATIVE CONTINUED; THE VOYAGE;
CAPTAIN LEMBERG AND HIS NIECE HILDA

I need not tell you that after all reserve was laid aside amongst us we certainly
enjoyed ourselves amazingly.

Carle and the Captain seemed to delight in fucking us turn and turn about, but
everything was done openly and by general consent.

The books and pictures were freely used and we tried to act the scenes depicted
or described.

The Captain would lay Hilda on her back across the table. Then, placing me
over her so that her face was between my thighs while my feet rested on the floor, he
would produce his prick, and Hilda looking up, would pop it into her cunt and hold it
while he fucked.

Carle would beat the other side of the table between Hilda's uplifted thighs,
while I, stooping forward, would take his prick and stick it into her open cunt and
then handle his bottom and balls. The Captain leaning over my back would watch
the operation with great interest, and, waiting until Carle's prick was all absorbed
within the hairy lips, would cry:

"Now, old fellow, let us make a fair start! Draw out first, and when I say one,
push."

"ONE."- The two bottoms heaved, driving the two pricks into the deep recesses
of our cunts.

"TWO."- Another energetic shove, making our breasts and bellies rub together.

"THREE."- A vehement push; the Captain's belly smacked against my bottom,
and Carle's balls banged against Hilda's rump.

"FOUR."- The two excited pricks rushed with delicious force into our throbbing
cunts, making us bound to meet them.

"FIVE."- We felt the pricks rammed home, they seemed to reach our very
hearts.

"SIX."- A flood of boiling seed burst into our cunts and filled our reservoirs so
that they overflowed and the hot sperm poured out, saturating pricks, ballocks, and
cunts in love's sweet juice.

The next time that Hilda and I were alone she pointed to some whipping scenes
among the pictures and suggested that we should make a trial of the boasted efficacy
of the birch rod in producing emotion.

"But where shall we get a rod on board ship?" I asked.

She at once replied: "Oh, I know where there is a broom without a handle. I can
easily abstract some of the twigs and tie up a rod with enough for our purpose."

So, that evening, when I was in my nightdress, Hilda came into my cabin and
showed me a rod which she had prepared and neatly tied with ribbon.

I was a little frightened at the sight of it and said:
"Won't it hurt?"

"Oh, it may a little at first, but when one begins to get the feel, the pain will be
turned into pleasure. However, begin with me, I am not afraid."

She then placed herself on the sofa with her naked bottom up, and making me
tuck up my shift, she put her arm round my hip and told me to whip away.

I touched up her beautiful white posteriors while she played with my cunt.
"You may hit harder than that, Kate," she said, wriggling her bottom about.

I began to enter into the sport and struck her so smartly that the cheeks of her
bottom assumed a rosy hue like two blooming apples.

"Oh," she cried, as she rolled over, "my cunt is on fire - put your finger into it,
Kate. How I would enjoy being fucked now. How I wish Carle was here."

"Well, you have your wish," he said, as he stepped in quite naked and holding in
his hand his fine red-headed prick in stiff erection.

He seized her round the waist and making her stoop forward he plunged his
prick into her cunt from behind.

"Stay a moment, Carle," she said. "Kate is to get her whipping now, and lest
you should cover it with your hands let me tie them here."

And without asking my leave she secured my wrists and tied them firmly to the
legs of the sofa, and then to keep my legs apart, she tied my ankles, too. I did not
quite like my position but as I was helpless I only said:

"Remember, you must stop when I tell you."

Then she leaned forward and Carle introduced his prick into her cunt from
behind.

They both laughed while she played away at my poor innocent bum. At first I
tried to bear it as patiently as I could but Carle became more energetic in his strokes,
and she imported more force to her blows. At last I said: "I say - Hilda - stop!
Hilda, you wretch, what do you mean? You cruel girl, let me up, you are torturing
me!"

My whole bottom felt in a flame. I made frantic efforts to release my hands and
I began to sob. Just then she fell forward, and Carle pressing against her bottom
discharged into her cunt. Then, coming to me, she untied my hands and laying her
cheek against mine, said: "Forgive me, dear Kate, I was so excited. I am just
burning!"

"Oh, Hilda, you cruel girl, how could you? Oh, I am hot; I am just burning!"
"Where are you so hot, darling Kate?"

And I felt a hand slip up between my thighs and press the lips of my cunt.
Looking up I saw the Captain's good-humoured cheery face.

"Never mind, Kate, we will punish her for this. Let me give you what relief I
can."

Then, gently separating my thighs he pushed in his prick while Hilda kissed
away my tears. The soft head of his prick had a most soothing effect on the terribly
excited folds of my cunt and as it gradually passed up I forgot the pain of the
whipping in the intensely amorous excitement I now experienced. I never felt
anything more delicious than the sweet friction of the Captain's cock in my fevered
cunt; it made every nerve thrill again with pleasure.

"Does not that repay you?" Hilda whispered.

"Oh, yes," I replied. "Push it in; drive it home, fuck me - fuck me. Oh, fuck -
fuck-fuck!"

The Captain now declared that Hilda ought to be well whipped for her cruel
treatment of my poor bottom.

"Very well," said Carle, "but as I am the real offender I will bear it in her place."

So putting the rod into my hand he leaned over the berth and stuck out his great
fleshy rump, while Hilda sat below him, holding his prick and sucking it in her
mouth.

"Now, Kate," said the Captain, "lay it on strongly; don't spare his impudent
backside, hit him, hit him hard! Don't mind, he used to be flogged every day at
school!"

I whipped away and soon his bottom began to glow, his balls were tightened up
and his prick swelled and stiffened. He heaved gently so as to work it in and out of
her mouth and then with a tremendous "Oh!" he spurted his seed down her throat.

Now, sweet May, that must do for the present. Good night, my love, good night.

CHAPTER V
KATE'S NARRATIVE CONCLUDED.

Before I resume Kate's narrative I must tell something that happened to myself
the following night.

Kate was later than usual in coming and when she did I was in bed, my lamp out
and the room quite dark. When she got into bed she put her hand on my cunt, and
asked if I had ever any longing for a prick now. I told her I had but that I was
waiting for my lover to come and then I should have plenty of fucking.

"But would not any other prick do you as well as his," she asked, all the while
frigging my cunt until she had it in a glow.

"Well, Kate, you have so excited my cunt with your finger that I could enjoy
being fucked by most any prick."

"Well dear, your finger has done the same for me. Let us try to relieve each
other and as the night is hot let us get outside the clothes. Come, lie over me."

And placing herself on the edge of the bed with her feet on the floor, she put me
astride over her, my breast and belly resting on hers, and my bottom turned out.
Then she threw her arms around me and thrusting her tongue in my mouth held me
firm. I felt something touch my bottom and then a soft round stiff thing poked
against my cunt. I spluttered "Let me up, Kate, I am sure there is someone behind
us."

"Nonsense," said Kate, "it is only your own overheated imaginative mind."

"I tell you it is no imagination. Oh! - it is pushing in - let me up - there is
someone fucking me. Oh, Kate, I feel his prick, my cunt is filled with it, do let me
up."

But she held me tighter than ever.

"Don't be foolish, keep your bottom quiet. It is only my finger."
"No, it is a prick, I feel its head - in - ever so far. Oh!"
"What is it doing?"

"It is fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking. Oh, there the feeling comes, how
delicious!" And I lay motionless on her bosom. Then the prick was suddenly drawn
out and must have been thrust into her for I felt a belly with hair on rubbing against
my bottom as the prick was worked in and out.

Then a pair of strong arms clasped us both together and after holding us for a
moment, quickly withdrew.

After we had returned to our usual places in the bed I asked: "Who was it,
Kate?"

"Oh, never mind, let me go on with my story."

"Both the Captain and the mate had good voices and they sometimes sang for us
when taking their grog in the evening.

"Our custom was to sit reclining on the broad stern locker which was well
covered with cushions. Carle was generally between Hilda and me, and with a hand
on each of our cunts. I would be occupied petting his prick and balls while she
would be similarly engaged with the Captain. The latter while sipping his grog

would strike up one of his favourite ditties in a bold rollicking tone, and Carle would
quickly follow suit. After which there would be a general fuck such as I have
already described.

"I only remember two of their songs, which I will repeat you as specimens if
you like."

"Do please, I would like to hear them."

THE CAPTAIN'S SONG.

I care not what squeamish lovers may say,

The maiden that best suits my mind
Is the sweet girl that will meet me half way;

And while she is free, be as kind.
With her rich beauties I never am cloyed,

Fresh pleasures I find at her side;
I don't love her less because she's enjoyed

By many another beside.

Shall I try to describe all her merit,

I feel that I'd never have done;
She is brimful of sweetness and spirit,

And sparkles with freedom and fun.
It is bliss then to hold her and win her,

She never proves peevish or coy;
But the farther and deeper I'm in her

The fuller she fills me with joy.

She opens her thighs without fear or dread,

She points to her sweet little crack,
Its lips are so red, and all overspread

With hair of the glossiest black.
Reclined on her breast, and clasped in her arms,

With her my soft moments I spend;
And revel the more in her melting charms,

Because they are shared with a friend.

THE MATE'S SONG.

My Jamie is a lover gay,

He is so very funny.
When last we met to sport and play,

He took me by the cunny.
Then drawing out his sturdy prick,

Right in my hand he placed it,
And said 'twould be a jolly trick,

If in my mouth I'd taste it.

I kissed its bright and rosy head,

And then began to suck it;
He felt about my cunt, and said,

He wanted now to fuck it.
Down on the bed he laid me,

With bursting balls, and prick's round head,
Love's sweetest debt he paid me.

Let maidens of a tim'rous mind

Refuse what most they're wanting;
Since we for fucking were designed,

We surely should be granting.
So when your lover feels your cunt,

Do not be coy, nor grieve him;
But spread your thighs and heave your front,

For fucking is like heaven.

When Kate had repeated these songs she asked me what I thought of them.

I told her they were excellent, especially the mate's, and that I certainly should
learn that one and sing it to Mr. Trevor. Kate then continued her narrative:

I ought to tell you that during our voyage my maid Nina had not been idle. She
attended me every morning to assist in giving me a sponge-bath and in dressing me.
She amused me by the recital of her adventures with the sailors who coaxed her to
come to them at night in their hammocks. She said fucking in that position was quite
new.

She had an adventure which I must repeat to you. Our passengers were a sailor,
Jim Murphy, sent home on sick-leave, his wife and her daughter Jenny, a buxom
damsel about twenty.

Now, Mrs. Murphy kept a sharp look-out on Jenny, with whom the boatswain
soon fell in love, and he tried to find opportunities of being alone with her to press
his suit, or in plain language, to get a fuck out of her.

Mrs. Murphy had at times to be in her husband's cabin to give him medicine or
attend to his wants, so she told Nina in her absence never to leave Jenny alone with
the boatswain. Nina faithfully promised and kept her word in the following manner.

One evening Mrs. Murphy was sent for to attend to her husband and the moment
she was out of sight the boatswain came and sat down by the side of Jenny and Nina
and asked Jenny to sew a button on his shirt.

"Yes," said Jenny.

"Then come to my cabin and I will give it to you."

Nina said: "Yes, Jenny, we will both go."

So all three went into the boatswain's little cabin and Nina said: "Now if you
want to show Jenny your prick Mr. Boatswain, now's your chance, and I will
unbutton your breeches for you." And suiting the action to the word she did so, and
released his noble pego from prison. His swelling head stood proudly erect, and
Nina, taking hold of it, said: "Look, Miss Jenny, here's a noble plaything for you to
put in your cunt."

Jenny blushed scarlet all over neck and face, and said: "Oh, for shame, Nina, to
talk about such names!"

BOATSWAIN.- "Well said, Nina! You know a thing or two and pretty Jenny
here will soon know how pleasant it is to make love. Come sit on my knee, darling,
and give me a kiss before your mother comes back. You know, I want to make you
my wife if you will marry me as soon as we get ashore. And then I have a nice little
house of my own we can live in. Give me a kiss and sit on my knee, there's a
darling."

Jenny did both and the boatswain made her grasp his prick with one of her hands
while one of his own quickly slipped under her dress and touched her knee. Jenny
called out, "Don't, don't," but the hand goes further up until the bower of bliss is
reached and one finger gently intrudes and tickles her slit.

"Say yes, darling Jenny, and I swear to marry you and to give you a silk dress
and a home of your own. For I am very sure your mother is cross to you."

JENNY.- "Yes, that is true, she is cross, but I'm afraid."

NINA.- "Now Jenny don't be a fool! Do you expect to get a better husband than
the boatswain who earns more than a pound a week? You do all he asks and I will
be a witness for fair play! You will find it most delicious to have his sugar-stick
stirring you up - you will like it so much that you will ask for it afterwards."

"But will you be certain to marry me, Mr. Boatswain?"

"Yes, by the Holy Virgin, I will, as soon as ever we get on shore and can find a
priest to marry us."

"I should like a house of my own and to live away from mother, for she is very
cross at all times."

"Then that is all settled, darling Jenny! I consider you my wife; and now I will
teach you a wife's duty. Lay down on my bed here, dear Jenny, I suppose you know
a wife and husband occupy one bed?"

JENNY.-"Yes."

BOATSWAIN.- "Now, Nina, keep watch at the door. There now, my prick is
getting into Jenny's cunt. Oh, it's heavenly! Why, Jenny, what is the meaning of
this? Where's your maidenhead?"

"Oh, the priest took that when I had my first communion. Mother knows all
about that."

"Well, I'm going to have a good fuck now."

And Nina said it was half-an-hour before he left off and she saw Mrs. Murphy
coming. I went into the boatswain's cabin and Mrs. Murphy followed me and saw
him fucking her daughter. "

"Oh, you villain, you dirty blackguard!" she exclaimed: "you have ruined my
daughter, my precious Jenny! Stop your fucking this minute," trying to pull him off
and turning to, me: "As to you, you promised to keep a close watch over Jenny, you
wretch!" And she gave Jenny a look and Nina a blow on the shoulder with her fist
that stretched her on the floor.

(To be continued.)

FLUNKEYANIA; OR BELGRAVIAN MORALS.

BY CHARLES.

CHAPTER III.

It may seem an extraordinary circumstance to some of my readers, and did not at
first seem natural to me, that a spoony girl, such as Justine, should not only have not
felt jealous at the prospect of a liaison between her mistress and myself, but should
even do her best to foster and encourage it. But moments of reflection will, I think,
serve to dispel partially, if not entirely, the idea of there being anything peculiarly
uncommon about the matter.

In the first place, Justine regarded the Countess of Pomeroy as quite a superior
being, so far above her as to render anything like rivalry out of the question.
Moreover, in a certain way, she perfectly adored her and regarded everything Her
Ladyship did as right.

Then again, the shrewd girl had sense enough to know that neither she nor I had
any money to speak about, and that if we left the Countess under Her Ladyship's
displeasure, we were neither likely to get any other situations. Whereas, if we were
serviceable to my Lady, especially in the way of amours or secret fancies, our
devotion and faithful attachment would very likely be rewarded in our ultimate
marriage and an establishment in the shape of a good shop or perchance a fine
boarding-house where we hoped not only to reap substantial profits but get an
occasional cut in with our superiors, as we ministered to their lecherous appetites by
favouring assignations for amorous dalliance.

These ideas floated through my brain as I dressed myself with more than usual
care to attend upon my Lady. Adding, however, to my reflections a pretty strong
conjecture that if my dear little soubrette were to catch me visiting anybody but her
Lady with such ideas in my head - say Sophie, the pretty chambermaid for instance,
the young woman's cheeks and my hair and even a more sensitive part would most
likely come to grief.

These meditations brought me to the door of my Lady's dressing-room where
Justine admitted me, and I found my noble mistress lying on her sofa, attired in a
most graceful dishabille, dressed in a morning-robe of light blue silk so negligently
open at the front that I could see the orbs of love, whilst one beautiful leg, hanging
carelessly over the side of the sofa, as she reached sideways, displayed to my gaze a

ravishing calf, ankle, and tiny foot encased in pink silk stockings and Turkish
slippers, for she did not intend to appear at the dinner-table that day.

She looked rather pale and languid but my entrance caused a slight perceptible
flush to pass over her beautiful features and I also perceived an increase of
palpitation on the part of those ivory bosoms as she seemed to draw a long breath
before addressing me. She began by saying:

"Justine has told me, Ernest, that you have promised to be true and faithful and
to keep secret my clandestine interview with Miss Courtney today; I have a
particular wish that it should not be known." Here she slightly coloured again. Then
she continued:

"May I depend on you faithfully?"

With this she extended her white hand to me which I kissed with as much
devotion as if it had been a Queen's, indeed I should say with a great deal more. This
did not seem to cause her any displeasure, for she remarked that it seemed on my
part an act of homage, devoting my service.

To this I replied that if kissing her feet could better express my devotion I
should be happy to do so.

As she smiled at this and did not object, I took silence for consent and proceeded
to kiss her lovely foot and ankle and, well - perhaps a little higher. At any rate, my
lady readers must form their own opinion from the Countess's saying to me, half
laughingly:

"I perceive, Master Ernest, you are one of those greedy people who, when given
an inch, must take it all."

"My Lady, I would rather give you all than take an inch," I exclaimed, to which
she replied:

"If this kind of thing goes on you must submit to have your eyes bandaged!
Justine, bandage his eyes with your handkerchief!"

Now, the truth of the matter is I was grossly infringing on my tacitly permitted
privilege of foot-kissing, having slightly raised the blue silk robe, till I found she was
minus underskirt or drawers and I almost saw the heaven of love itself while my
bursting pego felt the soft slippered foot gently pressing upon it, but as Justine
seemed in no hurry to obey the cruel order of her Lady - indeed, I strongly suspect
that her binding would not have been effectual - I availed myself of the delay to
beseech the Countess in the most devotedly affectionate terms that I could use

consistent with respect, not to be so cruel, that as I had already been partially
admitted to the gate of paradise, it was very great severity to deprive me of a glimpse
of it, with some more extravagant nonsense to the same effect which seemed to
amuse Justine amazingly, and actually did not seem to displease Her Ladyship, for
she said something, if I recollect rightly (for I was very far from being in a condition
to pay correct attention to what was said) about my being a foolish boy, but that as I
had vowed myself to secrecy and her interests, and as it would be an insult to offer
me money - why, why I must choose my own reward!

At least I know if I have not exactly reported my Lady's words, that was the
practical termination of her speech; indeed I fear I took advantage of the kind
tendency of her words before she had quite brought them to an end.

My fingers had already got possession of her clitoris and were revelling in the
juicy moisture with which the vermilion lips of her aristocratic crack was already
bedewed in anticipation of the fresh bit of meat it was her intention to devour. The
effect was electrical. Justine had guessed the propitious moment and her busy
fingers let loose the engine of love from the restraint of my breeches. With a bound I
threw myself on Her Ladyship as I raised or opened the robe which had hitherto
presented a slight obstacle to my view. Her legs mechanically opened and I was in
paradise, Justine keeping her fingers busy titillating the parts in conjunction, as she
knelt by the side of the sofa, and really seemed to enjoy the sight of our transports.
And what was my astonishment when, after three emissions I withdrew exhausted
for the moment, to see the soubrette bury her face between the thighs of her mistress
and greedily suck from the love-spot all that her tongue could lick up of the mingled
sperm which oozed from that delicious aperture. It was a scene of voluptuous
enjoyment such as my youthful ideas had not previously entertained.

The ice fairly broken, all ceremony (except outward form) was at an end. But
these it was of course highly necessary to observe, if possible, with more strictness
than before, so that in the course of an hour or so I was sent with an order to the
housekeeper to provide something light and delicate for her Lady, who was an
invalid and would not dine at the family table. This of course was promptly supplied
but I was sorry to observe (for I was retained to wait on Her Ladyship,) that the order
had been so literally observed that the Countess, who was really only languid and no
invalid at all, actually required nourishment and was likely to come off second best
under this sick-room regimen.

I suggested this at once to Justine, who perceived the error made and
volunteered to supply the deficiency. She showed herself a capital forager, for she
returned speedily, bringing not only several dainties herself, but also accompanied by
one of the under-footmen who bore a tray containing a capital supper with a bottle or
two of wine.

This, the clever girl asserted, had been ordered by the Countess for her two
attendants who were, after their duties were over, to have supper in the anteroom.

By this manoeuvre the Countess obtained the supper she absolutely required, but
there was also plenty left over for Justine and myself, when (Her Ladyship having
concluded her repast) we sat down to enjoy it in the anteroom.

I mention this little circumstance to show how familiarity was cemented and
kept up between the Countess and us two, her special servants. Indeed, she
expressed herself warmly on the subject to me for suggesting the idea and to Justine
for executing it. There was yet another cause for mutual congratulation and it was
this.

What our beloved, but supposed to be invalid, Lady would have done on a wing
of chicken, some jelly and the ghost of a glass of wine and water, I cannot tell, and
shudder to think of, but I think we all three congratulated ourselves upon the effect
produced by such condiments as tongue, potted meats, to say nothing of two or three
bottles of good wine.

The colour returned to my Lady's pale cheeks, her languor gave way to vivacity
and high spirits, and her eyes sparkled with the combined fire of passion and
champagne. Justine exhibited similar symptoms in a modified degree while I, thanks
to my youth, strength and strong constitution, felt as if nothing particular had
happened.

I had reason to bless my stars that I had partaken of a good supper, for after a
little laughing talk, the Countess dispatched Justine to my room with orders to lock
the door and bring her the key, exclaiming: "Now, Ernest, where do you suppose you
are to pass the night?"

Under any other circumstances this might have been a puzzling question, but as
Her Ladyship asked it, flung herself upon my knee and began kissing and hugging
and fondling me in a style more becoming to her passion than her rank as a Countess,
her question answered itself or rather her behaviour supplied an answer to it.

Not that I was ungrateful, however, for these proofs of endearment, far from it;
on the contrary, I reciprocated them with all my heart and soul and repaid them with
interest both physically and mentally. So that when Justine arrived with my
bedroom key she was not at all surprised to receive an order to prepare her mistress
for bed, to prepare another for herself in the anteroom and to call me at five o'clock
in the morning, before any of the household were up. However, as the Earl was
absent on a visit to the Duke of Dashwood, and nobody else had claim on my
services, there was little fear of my being wanted or of any exposure consequent
thereon.

I rather suspect that putting the Countess to bed was a longer business than
usual, and I am afraid that Justine found me a nuisance rather than otherwise, for I
was so proud of my newly invested privileges and other important offices, which I
considered myself entitled to, that I insisted on acting the part of a chambermaid to a
somewhat indefensible extent. And the beauty of it (in every sense of the word) was
that the Countess rather backed me up in my vagaries than otherwise, until at last
Justine lost all patience and vowed that if I did not retire into the anteroom and leave
her alone with her mistress for a few minutes, I should go back to my own room as I
deserved.

"Now, she's jealous, throw her on the bed, Ernest," ordered the Countess, "and
do her over at once. I shall be delighted to see two such handsome persons playing
the Adam and Eve game: besides, I've got a little tickler here to increase the fun and
add to our enjoyment."

My affair was again in prime condition. So, throwing Justine over the edge of
the bed I was into her in a moment. "Ah! ah! oh! Pray don't, my Lady!" I called out
almost in a scream, as one, two, three slashing cuts of a heavy birch rod warmed my
bottom behind. Justine held me to herself like a vice and I could hear the Countess
laugh as she plied the merciless rod, till presently such a beautiful glowing sensation
added to an extraordinary bursting stiffness in my piston-rod, drowned all sense of
pain as I shot such a profuse emission into my sweetheart that I almost fainted from
excess of emotion.

And here it was my intention to draw the veil, or more correctly speaking, to
drop the curtain and to balk the necessity of my friends by giving no further record
of the proceedings of that delicious night; but I think in common gratitude to my
beautiful Lady Pomeroy I ought to acknowledge that I was in a state of exquisite
bliss and I may say with vanity that my lovely companion owned to something very
like that enviable state herself.

We were both a little too happy, for when Justine came to call me in the
morning I was almost exhausted. And the faithful girl could only rouse me by
insisting that her mistress was faint, that I must leave the room while she
administered restoratives.

(To be continued.)

THE OLD DILDOE.

Tune— "The Mistletoe Bough."

The beds were all made in the bawdy house fine,
And the whores were rejoicing in gin and wine;
And the old bawd herself, dressed out so gay,
Was making them drunk on Xmas day.
And there was "Peg Watkins" the brothel's delight,
Got lewd on a cove, as was there that night.
And said she to herself: "If I don't have a go.
I'll content myself with the old Dildoe."

Chorus- Oh! the old Dildoe, oh, the old whore's Dildoe.

"Oh! I am weary of lashing," Peg now did cry,
"Come upstairs with me Joey, and let's have a shie."
But Joey determined to stick to the gin,
And wouldn't leave his liquor to have put in.
And Peg cursed him and told him to go to hell;
But drunk as a fart, from the chair he fell.
So away she ran with her blood in a glow;
Determined to try the old Dildoe.