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WHITE STAINS

[Attributed to Anais Nin]

ALICE
I used to meet her at dances during the winter. She was a wonderful I
dancer and a little beauty. Needless to say, holding her in my arms in
dancing made me wish to know her better. It was not long before little
pressures of hands and arms were asking, and answering, unspoken
questions. Without a word said, she let me know that some day she
would consent to more.
Later, in the spring, we used to go walking together in the hills on
pleasant afternoons. We would drive out into the country, hide the car
somewhere on a quiet road, and wander off into the fresh green woods.
We were fond of a most secluded little glade which we found one day,
where we often rested sure of being undisturbed. But Alice, though
generous with kisses and dear little caresses, entirely withheld herself
otherwise, and I was entirely too fond of her, and too interested in
discovering under what circumstances she would give herself, to press
the matter beyond showing her clearly what I wanted. She quite
understood, all the time, and I knew it was only a question of time until
she would be brought to the point of giving me all that I asked.
Her surrender came under the unusual circumstances which I am
about to describe. One lovely warm afternoon in May we found our
way to our little glade, but were very much surprised to find two other
young lovers there before us. Totally engaged in each other, they did
not hear us, and we stealthily withdrew a little distance and sat down
in a little pocket among the bushes to see what would happen. Alice, I
could easily see, was very much excited and interested.
The girl was lying on her back in the shade of a tree. The man lay
beside her, and their lips were together. We could hear the indistinct
murmur of their voices. Hunched up as we two were in our little
hiding-place, quite close together, I did not find it hard, nor think it
wrong, to put my lips to Alice's. Alice clearly thought my conduct
fitting, for she returned my kiss, with interest. The interest was paid in a
tiny flutter of her tongue-tip against my lips. Our kiss lasted quite a
time.
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When we looked again, the scene had changed somewhat. Alice
gasped a little, and well she might. The lover was lying on one side,
propped up on an elbow, and his free hand was disturbing the formerly
smooth folds of his sweetheart's skirt. Perhaps to keep her attention
from what his hand was doing—at any rate, to keep her attention
divided—he was kissing her quite ardently. But his hand was under
her skirt and had pulled it up so that we could see two shapely legs in
pale blue stockings. Two small feet in pale blue slippers (very
unsuitable for walking in the hills) were calmly crossed. The lover was
caressing the pale blue stockings.
"Peter," whispered Alice, remonstrating. For as she crouched,
somewhat curled up, one very attractive leg, as far as the knee, lay
outside of the shelter of her skirt, and my hand rested on the dark
green silk that covered it. But her attention must have been distracted,
for after that one remonstrance she leaned forward, her eyes intent on
what she might see, while my hand enjoyed the delightful touch of
green silk stretched over a beautifully modelled leg.
I turned from admiring the contours of the dark green leg to see what
was happening to the pale blue ones. My hand, not being needed to see
with, stayed where it was most comfortable. The blue legs had become
most interesting. The skin had been moved still more—the length of
the blue stockings was now measurable. Not far above the knee they
ended, and considerable was to be seen of two plump white thighs,
with the hand of the lover tenderly touching and stroking them. The
pale blue slippers now lay side by side, and the girl's two arms, while
her legs were being so lovingly caressed, were tight about the neck of
her lover, holding his face to hers for kisses.
"Peter!" warned Alice again, in a tense whisper. For somehow, when I
turned my eyes from the pretty green leg, my hand, left to its own
resources without the guiding eye, had wandered somewhat; in fact,
had strayed beyond the green stocking and was thrilling to the touch
of soft, warm flesh. Alice stirred a bit, as if impatient, but it was
satisfying to note that, in so doing, she thrust her legs still further from
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under her skirt. On looking to see what change her new attitude had
effected, I was overjoyed to see that right close at hand there was a
most enticing bit of plump white thigh for me to appreciate. Close at
hand, indeed; my hand made haste to embrace its opportunity, in fact
to grasp at the unseen, as it felt its unhindered way to discover yet
undiscovered pleasures to the touch.
"Pete, look—" whispered Alice again. And we looked. Not fifteen feet
away the other pair, unsuspecting still, pursued their own amusement.
The girl had moved— her skirt was drawn clear above her waist; her
legs were all exposed, and her hips as well. Quite evidently the young
lady had worn no panties or drawers! The young lover was sitting up,
fussing with his clothing, his eyes enjoying a vision of loveliness. Those
two pretty legs were slightly parted now, and such a dear little nest of
hair was seen.
"Oh, Pete!"—Alice gasped this time. For, as the man's clothing was
released, his sweetheart's hand reached out and took hold of
something. The lover stretched out an instant, wriggled, and one bare
manly leg came out of his trousers—bare, that is, except for shoe and
sock and red garter. This bare leg was then placed across another bare
leg, the man's between the woman's two, the woman's between the
man's, and satisfied with this arrangement the lover lay upon his
sweetheart, his arms about her, hers about him. They moved delicately,
as if rubbing on each other.
I had found Alice's hand and by placing it in a certain position I
showed her that I, too, had something which might be held, should her
hand care to hold it Soon, indeed, she was holding it, and by playing
with it as if absentmindedly she caused me no little pleasure. But her
eyes she could not remove from the scene before us.
We could hear soft cooing and murmurs. Alice and I ceased to regard
the others for a time. She came somehow closer into my arms, lay quite
heavily there, in fact, and in so placing herself managed to arrange her
clothing so that both her legs lay bare. To my real surprise, Alice, too,
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was guiltless of wearing drawers or panties. Much reassured, I let my
hands move freely over the delicious surfaces of her thighs and hips.
Our lips were fast together, and now I learned how Alice could kiss
when really interested. When my hand in its wanderings encountered
certain soft curls, her lips and her tongue assailed me with a quite
impetuous ardour.
But curiosity drew my eyes again to the other lovers. "Look, Alice!" I
whispered to her, and as we looked our hands became very busy and
our eyes drank in a most lascivious sight Side by side now the girl and
her man were sitting, all outer clothing removed from their waists
down, and the girl had further so opened her blouse that the dainty
breasts hung out With one arm each embraced the other, and their lips
were crushed together. With their free hands they were playing with
the most delicious playthings that the hands of man and of woman can
touch. The man's hand was moving between his sweetheart's parted
legs, the girl's hand held something hard and stiff, which she
manipulated gently.
"OO-oo-oh!" gasped Alice, and fell to kissing me wildly. Needless to
say, I kissed wildly back Her hand held something hard and stiff, and
her treatment of it was as skilful as it was delicious. My hand was
between her lovely legs, and the manner in which she received its
ministrations showed that I had not forgotten how to play upon that
organ which, if properly touched, causes a woman's body to re-echo
with most delicious harmony.
Alice had at last abandoned her reserve, her withholding of herself.
The discovery that she had worn no drawers gave me reason to suspect
that this day she had intended from the start to give herself to me
before our return. But, as a matter of fact, I had no knowledge based on
proof of any kind that she ever had worn drawers, when with me or at
any time. As a rule, women wore drawers, or panties, or leg-covering of
that general character—women in Alice's status in society, at any rate.
This I knew from having seen them, from having removed them, in fact,
on other and different occasions. It was not, therefore, an altogether
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unnatural assumption on my part that, under ordinary circumstances,
Alice wore them also, and that she did not wear them this day because
she had intended to be more than ordinarily gracious and complacent
to me.
However, this is all a digression—Alice wore no drawers, and her very
lovely naked thighs lay exposed to my hands and eyes. But her
intentions towards me were shown even more clearly now by her
conduct. Somehow, at some time, Alice had had experience. She had
learned how to be charmingly wanton without being shameless. Her
kisses were delights of art and skill, her movements were delicate and
yet effective, her grip on what her fair hand held was possessive
without being painful, and her handling of it, without being obtrusive,
was obviously intended ultimately to bring it between her legs.
"Pete, darling, look there!" Alice whispered between her kisses. Our
lovers were at last in earnest, the man lying between the girl's legs,
which were embracing and holding him while he moved with vigorous
thrusts of his hips. "Peter!" cooed Alice, and "Alice!" I cooed back—and
somehow her weight was upon me, her legs spread far apart, and she
took me into herself.
In the course of time we sat up again and looked about. The other pair
were sitting up, smiling at us. We were discovered! In our excitement
we had moved so that our former shelter no longer concealed us. Either
she was accustomed to intimate acts of love with others —which I
really do not believe—or else she saw at once that we must make the
best of the situation and, perhaps, improve it. At any rate, she laughed
quite gaily and stood up, shaking her skirt down to where it belonged. I
stood up, too, but not so easily, as my trousers needed attention.
The other man called out, "What luck?" "Fine," I said, "a bull's-eye!"
Alice laughed again. "Same here," he answered, stepping nearer, "My
name's Bill." "Mine's Pete." And we shook hands. "Gladys," said Bill,
"here's Pete and Alice—come and get acquainted." So, all introduced,
we sat down, Bill and Gladys on either side of me, and Alice on the
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other side of Bill. We talked a bit, about anything but the events of the
past hour. But after a time conversation waned. Bill was whispering to
Alice, so I began to whisper to Gladys. What I said was of no
importance to the other two, but it made Gladys laugh, with her eyes
shining. Furthermore, she put out her hand to see if what I had told her
was true. Finding that it was, she seemed satisfied and lay back,
smiling enticingly. Somehow I found that I was embracing her naked
legs. Bill did not seem to care—he was doing the same to Alice!
It was most interesting, to play this way with another man's sweetheart
while the other man played with mine. There lay Alice, who had just
given me a delicious half-hour, doing the same for Bill, and believe me
I knew that Bill was lucky! And here lay Gladys, giving herself to my
caresses as she had given herself to Bill not long before—and believe
me, I soon knew that both Bill and I were lucky, twice!
Gladys was not so voluptuously formed as Alice, but she knew her part
and made every little movement have just the meaning that it should.
Her little breasts were just as satisfactory to my hands and lips as
Alice's fuller ones, and she responded just as delightfully to the skilful
touch of my fingers. She was all woman, and ended by giving me a
most glorious moment as I scored another bull's-eye. Unless all familiar
signs failed, Gladys received as much pleasure from my success as I did.
Bill scored his second centre shot almost at the same time. Both girls
were flushed and radiant.
"Bill's bigger," confided Alice in a whisper as she nestled up against
me, "but he hasn't your finesse, Peter darling. But it was wonderful to
get that twice—oo-oo-oh!" Gladys was whispering to Bill, and I heard
his heavier voice whisper back, "I'm glad you liked it, honey"—so I
guessed that Gladys told him she had been pleased.
Bill produced some liquid refreshment. I don't drink much, but it was
awfully good whiskey, and the little glass went around among the four
of us several times.
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The girls got just a little drunk, and I began to get interested. There is
something about taking a girl who is just a little bit intoxicated that is
most fascinating. Even the ardent ones become just a bit more so, and
the movements of a girl on the way to becoming drunk are most
wanton.
It wasn't so very long before all of us, stimulated a bit, were huddled in
a most intimate group. The girls lay all over us two men and kissed us
with wet lips. We fondled them and kissed them, on the lips and on the
nipples of their breasts, which they had left bare. The whiskey and
these caresses soon had their effect. "Pete, what's that?" Alice
exclaimed, and made her eyes round with mocking amazement For
there it was again, as large as ever! "Gladys, see what I found, see what I
found!" Alice called, as she unfastened my trousers and held her
discovery in her hand. Gladys, without a word, unbuttoned Bill, and
took out what she found. No doubt about it, Bill's was bigger. But the
girls were each satisfied—I know we all four laughed at the picture:
two very pretty girls, somewhat flushed with whiskey, their breasts
bare, each sitting beside a recumbent man holding in her hand
something she never could claim as her own except a man gave it to
her. We all took another drink.
Alice was getting very gay, and her kisses more and more amorous.
She handled me lovingly, and called me, or that part of me which her
hand held, all sorts of amusing names. But I was surprised when, with a
sudden change of position, she put her head down and began to kiss it.
Gladys immediately did the same to Bill. We two men lay there
awhile, too contented to speak, and watched our sweethearts kiss and
suck us. Alice knew how to use her mouth! I have often wondered, and
have never found out, where and how she learned it.
Neither man nor woman could stand that for long. Gladys curled
around and got her leg over Bill, and Alice imitated. I soon felt her,
after a bit of rubbing, slide down upon me, hot and moist. The girls rode
us so, and rubbed upon us as we bounced them with our knees and hips.
They laughed and exclaimed and crooned and cooed, each holding
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the other's hand as they jounced about side by side on their willing
mounts, and they must have given each other some signal, for both sat
erect at almost the same moment with that look of wondering delight
that lovers love to see on their sweetheart's faces, and then collapsed
together, gasping, as Bill and I rang up our third bull's-eyes!
It was now getting late. We all promised to meet again, and went our
ways. On the road home, lying with her head against my shoulder as I
drove, Alice made the most extraordinary remark I ever heard from
her lips—"Pete, I'm fucked to a frazzle!" Perhaps she was, then, but after
a couple of cocktails and dinner at her house (friend husband being
away) she invited me to her room, and there, on her own bed, and all
naked this time, both of us, at her own request, I—well, the lady used
the word first—fucked her again!
And as she lay there, stretched out so beautifully and happily naked,
when I kissed her good-night and good-bye, she murmured tenderly,
"Four times in one day, each time a wonder but, Peter darling, the last
was the best!" And as I recall her naked body in my arms, with every
fibre leaping with passionate desire, I still think it was the best.
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ESMERELDA
The woman placed the lamp on an old table, descended into the
stairway and closed the trap after her. As her footsteps creaked down
the miserable stairs, Phoebus hastened to push the floor bolt in place.
The old woman heard the sound, and laughed to herself, saying, "It's
many a lesson master Phoebus will teach her before sunrise."
And now the officer was alone with the fair prize he had persuaded to
come to this secluded garret with him. Well she knew, virgin though
she was, the object of his desire. And now, as she found herself alone
with him, in spite of her love for the handsome soldier she was blushing,
trembling and confused, as he came from the fastening of the trap and
seated himself on a great old chest beside her. Next to the chest, the
foot close against it, was a dingy old bed.
For some moments he held her dainty hand in silence. Her cheeks were
flushed; her long drooping lashes shaded her eyes. The officer, to whose
face she hesitated to raise her glance, was radiant. A luxurious warmth
was already stealing through his eyes began to grow misty. At last,
with trembling voice, she said, "Oh, my lord Phoebus. Do not despise
me. I feel that I am doing very wrong."
"Despise you, my pretty child," he replied, "and why?"
"For coming here with you."
"On that point, my beauty, we are not agreed. I should not despise you,
but hate you."
"Hate me!" she cried, in startled eagerness, "What have I done?"
"For requiring so much urging," he replied.
"Alas," said she, "that is because I am breaking a sacred vow. But what
does that matter? Why should I need father or mother now?"
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So saying, she fixed her large dark eyes upon the captain; she was
silent for a moment, then a tear fell from her eyes, a sigh from her lips,
and she said, "I love you."
There was such an odor of chastity, such a charm of virtue about the
young girl that Phoebus had not felt entirely at his ease with her. But
this speech emboldened him.
"You love me," he said rapturously, and he threw his arm around her
waist. He had only waited for such an opportunity.
"Phoebus," she said, gently removing his eager hands from her girdle, "I
love your name; I love your sword. Draw your sword, Phoebus and let
me see it."
He unsheathed his rapier with a smile. She studied the handle, the
blade, examined the letters on the hilt with adorable curiosity, and
kissed the sword as she said, "You are a brave man's sword. I love my
captain."
Phoebus took advantage of the situation to imprint on her lovely bent
neck a kiss which made her start up red as a cherry.
"Phoebus," she resumed presently, "walk about a little, so that I may
have a good look at you, and hear your spurs jingle. How handsome
you are!"
He rose and gratified her; he walked about a little, gazing at the fair
face and form of the beautiful creature; then he came and sat again
beside her. Passion was now beginning to work in him.
"How hot and stuffy this old garret is," he said, "You are lighter clad
than I and do not notice, but I am suffocating. This May night is like
early summer."
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And, without comment from the girl, he arose and took off the heavy
collar, belt, sword, and outer garments which the custom of those times
prescribed for an officer, and the heavy boots with the jingling spurs,
leaving but his knee-length trousers and his long stockings to cover his
limbs, while above his waist but a thin undergarment covered his body.
Esmerelda started involuntarily as she saw his action, but again
relapsed into thoughtfulness. Then he came and sat beside her again,
this time very closely. The warmth of her body quickly penetrated the
thin garment which he wore, and still further intoxicated him.
Words of love rose to his lips, to which the happy girl listened with
increasing delight. Wrapped in her own thoughts, she dreamed for
some moments to the sound of his voice. With arm around her waist,
unhindered now, he pressed her and again told her of his love.
"Oh, how happy you will be, how happy you will be tonight!" he
murmured at last, and gently undid her sash. This rude action startled
her from her reverie for a moment, and then she again became pensive
and silent. Made bold by her gentleness, he again lovingly pressed his
arm around her waist, and then silently removed her girdle. She was
still dreaming, and with ardent gaze and trembling hand he began to
unfasten her bodice. Hardly was this delightful task half performed
when the soft garment began to fall away from the bright neckerchief
which it had held in place. The blissful lover, quick to seize the
opportunity, drew the pin which held the folds of the handkerchief
together, raised her slightly from the wall against which she was
leaning, and snatched it off. Her lovely shoulders, rosy and polished,
shone above the top of her loosened bodice. She started like a
frightened fawn, as she realized that his eager eyes were feasting on
her nakedness, even so little, but almost as quickly she became dreamy
again and let him have his way.
And the captain quickly applied his active fingers to the remaining
laces of her bodice; in a moment the task was finished; it was entirely
open, and through the filmy gauze of her chemisette he saw the lovely
hillocks of her beautiful bosom. With a cry of joy, he slipped the
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bodice off first one arm, then the other, and madly tossed it away, while
to the rapturous lover whose white arms seemed worthy of Venus
herself.
Gasping for breath, he devoted his attention to her skirts, eagerly he
loosed them. Then he knelt before her and removed her slippers.
Boldly now, placing his hands under her garments up to her knees, he
unfastened her stockings; he pulled them both off. She started
involuntarily when his hands touched her limbs, but again became
passive, though with an ever-increasing flush on her cheeks.
Then he murmured to her to remain quiet, rose quickly to his feet, and
with mad eagerness tore off his remaining garments. In a trice he was
naked, and sturdy and white as Apollo himself, a splendid specimen of
manly vigour.
Now as he stood boldly before her, he cried out, "Esmerelda, be mine,"
and extended his hands. The dreaming girl was roused from her reverie
by the sound of his voice; she opened her eyes wide, saw the ugly red
bandage of his lusty manhood before her, and for an instant she
hesitated and turned her head away, the last resistance of virgin
modesty in the first presence of lusty manhood (not uncommon at such
a moment). Then he spoke, with tones tenderly passionate; nature
overcame that momentary hesitation; the inborn desire of the flesh
asserted itself; she gazed into his eyes and instantly, her own were
brimming with moisture; his hands were still stretched to her; and she
rose to grasp them. As she did so, her two loosened skirts fell to the
floor, and the gauze of her chemisette, reaching only halfway to her
knees, was all that covered the trembling beauty. He took her hands,
and she stepped out of those perfidious garments. Then for a brief
instant he gazed into her sweet face; he saw in it the answer to his own
glowing passion; then with hands shaking with excitement he undid
the fastening of that last garment; it fell open at the neck; one last
instant he stopped, before the final unveiling of those lovely beauties;
then he pushed the straps off her shoulders; the garment was soft as silk
and dropped unhindered to the floor.
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His whole body trembled as he looked upon her naked flesh. Her
hands and feet were most dainty; her arms and legs exquisitely turned;
the rosy freshness of her skin heavenly. With all these, she possessed
fullness of breast more voluptuous than classic, and hips of almost
Eastern heaviness; withal, there was a suppleness and vigour in her
appearance that told the practiced eye of Phoebus that here was the
richest prize that he had yet been permitted to gather to his arms.
With an effort he restrained himself from seizing her, as she stood there
with eyes half closed, but he laid his hands upon those polished
shoulders, thrilling even at that touch of her fair skin, and exclaimed in
a voice broken by passion, "Esmerelda, tell me again that you love me."
And she, gasping too with emotion, cried out, "Oh, come, do with me
what you will; I am yours. Take me, take everything. What is my
mother to me now? You are my mother, for I love you, Phoebus, my
adored captain. It is I; look at me, it is that little girl who comes in
search of you. My soul, my life, my body, are yours. I am all yours, my
captain. I will be your mistress, your pleasure when you will, always
yours. Take me, Phoebus, this is all yours."
As she said this in a voice choked with passion, she hung her soft arms
around the officer's neck; she gazed into his face imploringly, her
beautiful eyes swimming with tears, and an indescribable smile on her
lips. The enraptured captain, though careful not to allow his body to
touch her, pressed his lips to those beautiful shoulders. The young girl,
her eyes fixed on the ceiling, her head thrown back, trembled beneath
his eager caress. Then finally he joined his burning lips to her own, and
each drank in from the other a long draft of love. With moisture now
falling over her eyelids, they kissed long and deeply till at last, in a
little closer embrace, he allowed her snowy hillocks to be pressed for
the first time, though careful not to let his hips reach hers, nor his
lustily throbbing tool scarcely to approach her snow white form. But
that pressure of her luscious breasts was a charming introduction for
her to the beautiful story which she read that night, the first sure
beginning of that sweet delight of the flesh, the first step in that
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delicious contact of strength and beauty which ends in the dizzy
climax of the supreme inner kiss of Venus triumphant.
And when her breasts joined the thrill of their pleasure to the sweet
sensation she was drinking in at her lips, the new delights were too
much for the young girl, and she leaned heavily against her lover. He
understood and led her to the old couch, whose dingy furnishings were
now to be the bridal bed of Esmerelda, whose glorious beauty would
lend to that old couch the charm of the King's own.
She lay down upon it and moved toward the back; she knew he would
soon be beside her. He stood, partly turned away, for a short time,
gently caressing his inflexible rod of steel, burning to possess the
treasure house of the lovely maiden. Then he came to the bedside and
looked down upon her. With parched lips, distended nostrils, and
swimming eyes he gazed for a brief moment upon the round full titties,
the richly developed thighs, the amply cushioned hips, and, in the
midst of this rich whiteness, the mossy nest of dark hair which
surrounded the place where were soon to be gratified their now
mutual desires.
Her languor gave place to ardour. She opened her eyes, turned slightly
toward him, caught his lustful gaze fixed upon her treasure house; for
just one last instant, as she looked upon his rod for the last time before
it ravished away her virginity, a slight feeling of dread came over her,
then desire again conquered. She was willing, nay, anxious, now to
know what were the sensations which this crimson instrument of
torture could impart, and she stretched out her shining arms toward
him, smiling.
Instantly he placed himself beside her, quickly placed one arm
beneath her neck and shoulders, clasped the other around her warm
body, and drew her full length against him. And she, too, threw her
lovely arms around him, pressed her supple form close to his body, and
then, each thrilled too greatly for words by that exquisite contact of
the flesh, they lay a long time in silence, immovable, only the heaving
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of their breasts as they were pressed together, and the constant
throbbing of his tool extended between his belly and her fair white
form being an exception to that loving rigidity.
Then, after what seemed an age of pleasure, and the inexperienced girl
had been thrilled through and through by this embrace, he moved
down just a little, placed one leg over hers, and allowed the heat of his
tool to nestle in the mossy fringe a little above that love spot where
their supreme love was soon to be consummated. It was too much for
her equanimity, at that near approach of the male engine she cried
out, and pressed her hot lips close against him. Firmly she held her
body to that steel. Then he, teasingly, moved back a little, but now she
pressed close to him as he did so, unwilling to lose any of that contact.
Then they played many times thus; now the hairy muscular leg of the
man would embrace the white fairness of the girl's limbs and, when he
drew away, she would embrace his in turn. But each was careful not to
separate far enough to take for very long that fiery spur from the
mossy nest where its rod head was buried only a couple of inches
above the amorous lips, beyond which lay paradise; and directly under
that mossy covering, already drinking in through the skin the
magnetism of that lusty steel, was her exquisitely sensitive clitoris,
fully distended and throbbing with mad anticipation. The girl was now
sighing and moaning with delight, and Phoebus was charmed
immeasurably by the delightful beauty and her steady and rapid
advances toward the beginning of the real act, which was now at hand.
For the heat of her hips, covered with perspiration, the sexual odor
which her whole body began to give out, the steady pressure of her
firm round breasts against him, the moisture which filled her eyes and
now and again overflowed on her cheeks, told him that the time for
taking full possession of the beauty had come.
Gently he turned her back, still holding her against him though
relaxing the pressure upon her love spot as his weight came upon her,
and moving his rod backward so that when he had her entirely upon
her back his rod was poised between the snowy luxuriance of her
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thighs. Quietly they lay again for some time, until she became
accustomed to the weight of a man upon her, and realized the fact that
the very pressure, upon the breasts of a girl who is not regularly thus
treated, is productive of a pleasant sensation.
Then at length, when he thought she was prepared for the great lesson,
he gently raised himself slightly and with his right hand sought the
love spot and carefully smoothed away any hair which might have
covered the treasure. Then he moved his lusty tool toward the
entrance. With his right hand he pressed it down a little till it was just
at the gateway; he moved forward just a little more. It touched the
moist lips, another slight movement, another; a smothered cry from the
girl, and his head was inside.
The utmost care was necessary to keep from spending; she had almost
overpowered him already by her intense magnetism; so he remained
motionless a short time; both hands were now underneath her
shoulders. Absolutely still they lay, though he could distinctly feel the
mad beating of her heart. So they remained quiet, till he felt he was
fully in control of himself, for he knew what she, in her innocence, did
not understand, that a severe trial must come to both before their
passion could be realized. Her sacrifice of pain must be made before
her fruits of pleasure could be gathered.
So now, being more calm, he gently began to push the tool into that
virgin sheath. She could not remain quiet then, but gasped and
moaned with every fresh movement. The distension of her sheath by
that steel caused a continual augmentation of her sensations, which
were those of delight only, until he had advanced about half the
length of that rod when she suddenly drew back involuntarily. He had
reached her maidenhead. Now, for the first time, he had to reassure
her, telling her that there would have to be a little pain before their
pleasure could be consummated, but only for this once, and ever after
that nothing but joy would attend the operation. With such words he
calmed her as best he could, then clasped her soft shoulders, and made
his first charge, a rather strong one, at the barrier. It held firm, but the
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girl cried out in pain. He knew it was useless to talk to her any more, for
the deed had to be done, regardless of the pain, before they could
complete their divine union. Again he drew back slightly, and pushed
against the membrane. It still held, and poor Esmerelda cried aloud.
Another backing, another push of the tool, and another failure, but
now the poor creature was frightened. "Oh, Phoebus, spare me," she
moaned, "spare me. Oh, I'll do anything for you, but let me go. Oh,
please let me go. Oh, oh, oh." He knew he could not, for it would have
to be done some time. If he released her, she would be too frightened
some other time to undergo the ordeal. So he waited a little, and
pleaded with her, cheered her as best he could, and tried to calm her
fears, though not entirely successfully.
But when she was somewhat quiet, he again, without speaking, braced
himself for a fourth trial; his hot hands clasped her shoulders again, his
feet were against the chest near the foot of the bed; he drew his horn
back half an inch from the bar, and charged it again. Again no result,
except a scream of pain from the panting girl; though her fair arms
clung around him, she bitterly lamented her fate now. But he, in
silence, drew back again; a fifth ram, and only cries and sobs. Oh, how
he pitied the poor lamb to whom he was forced to be so cruel. Tears
stood in his own eyes as he raised his head and looked into her dear
face, drawn with pain, the lovely eyes dim with crying, and he sank
down and poured his own tears upon her neck But nature roused
again. Again he drew back his thus far baffled tool; over half an inch
away he stopped; gave another push; but oh, unhappy girl, only your
sad cries were the result. "Oh, my darling Phoebus. I can't stand it I
can't stand it I can't I can't Please, please, let me go. Oh, Phoebus,
please, help me! Please! Please! PLEASE!"
But he did not answer; he felt that the poor girl's agony must be ended
at any price; he could not endure those pitiful cries; there was but one
way, and that was the right way, cruel though it might be. He put his
hands quickly under her shoulders harder than ever, he drew back
over an inch from the barrier, he braced his sturdy legs hard against
the chest, the unhappy girl sobbed aloud as he did so; but he was
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adamant; and this time his rod was adamant, too, for he gave a massive
thrust and its hard head struck the bar vigorously. It broke, and the
impetus of his stroke caused him to pass a good inch beyond it, at
which the poor creature screamed aloud again and again. Had any
one outside listened, he would have thought the unhappy lass was
being severely punished, instead of being prepared for the
consummation of the greatest happiness that could come to her. Her
pain, however, was most real, and for a long time after the conquering
of her last resistance to her violation, she lay there and sobbed and her
dear body quivered with emotion.
But all things have an end, and eventually she became calm. He
encouraged her all he could, and gradually nature began to instil
passion into her veins again. He moved slightly in that clasping sheath,
and the healing oil with which he had anointed his tool before
possessing her had done its work, and the motion gave her only
pleasure. The instant she realized that, her passion increased rapidly,
and soon he felt emboldened to push on toward the goal. As he
advanced further into her treasure house, the pressure upon her mount
of Venus became heavier, the exquisitely sensitive organ which lay
beneath that mossy hillock was forcibly diminished in size, and every
added pressure upon it added to her sensations of delight.
Now both were eager for the climax. The ever increasing heat of the
beauty, only temporarily subdued, caused in Phoebus an irresistible
desire to try the powers of the fine white body he embraced and to
bestow upon the lovely virgin the first burning stream of passion from
man's loins, while as for Esmerelda, now that the pain was over, she was
not only sexually anxious, but mentally curious, to know the manner in
which that rod would operate to end forever her state of maidenhood.
He took a firm hold beneath her soft shoulders. This time it was to give
her the divinest of pleasure; she knew it, and wrapped her lovely arms
tightly, one around his neck, the other just below his shoulders. An
observer would have noted the ecstatic look on her face as he stiffened
his arms, pressed his legs against the old chest, and pushed his rod of
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steel half an inch within that sheath. Then, for the first time, those
maiden lips which guarded her supreme sanctuary felt the touch of a
man; from head to foot the virgin trembled at that first kiss; she cried
out with joy. For an instant, fearful of too sudden a result, he drew back
slightly; then, when each had recovered from the first shock, he again
placed the head against the sanctuary. And now, from the conjunction
of those parts, a thrill of delightful sensation began to flow back and
forth between them. Rising from her virgin lips, as they were pressed
by that hot head, she could feel that thrill of exquisite pleasure rush up
through her spine to her brain, most beautiful visions passing before
her eyes; then plainly she could feel it descend again to her treasure
house and flow in an electric current into his iron spur. She could feel
him quiver slightly as it mounted to his brain and filled him with the
glorious bliss it had her. Again and again it flowed back and forth from
one to the other, and with each return to her body it was more intense,
more delightful than before. More tightly she wrapped her arms about
him; she pressed her fine legs close against him; higher rose her
pleasure; still more tightly she clung to him; quicker and quicker came
her hot breath. He exerted every effort of will to prevent throwing the
rush of his passion into her, as she panted and quivered and clasped
him, and suddenly, as he expected, her arms and legs relaxed, the
rigidity of her form was gone in an instant, she lay perfectly quiet. He
raised his head; her eyes were half closed; her cheeks were crimson
with passion; she was giving up the first tribute of her fountain of love;
it was her virgin oil this time, which never can flow but once, that was
pouring from her cup to anoint the conquering instrument of the lucky
Phoebus. Very quickly he felt its effect on the head of his tool; with
difficulty he restrained himself; his breath came quicker; his hips
began to twitch in spite of himself, so eager were the driving muscles to
ram the beauty. Now his head was bathed in the steady flow, and
every instant it sent a deeper burning thrill through his nerves. He
could not last much longer, but now the girl was fast recovering her
strength. He raised his head once more. She opened her eyes wide; they
were brimming over again, but this time with the intoxication of her
present and anticipated happiness. She wrapped her glorious arms
around him once more; she again pressed her ivory legs close against
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his. Her virgin tribute to her lover had been paid, and now she was
eager to give up that virginity.
With a mad cry he tightened his arms, he stiffened his legs against the
chest; he pushed the ravisher against the thrice-willing victim firmly.
The sight of those two white bodies in that divine embrace was
indescribable.
With every nerve and muscle tense, they strained their eager forms
together.
There was one last supreme instant of silence, immobility, exalted
anticipation.
Then a mighty THROB shook the whole length of that vigorous tool,
nestling in her virgin lips.
She realized the climax was close at hand.
They gasped, once, for breath.
A second THROB, stronger than the first; the seed was near the goal.
The secret of life came to her.
For with the third magnificent convulsion, the FIRST STROKE OF
THAT PASSION SEED was thrown upon her treasure house.
Her purity was gone forever. But the divine glories of heaven itself
were hers.
She screamed aloud, as she felt that first destroying and revivifying
blast of passion's substance, the happiest cry a man can hear, that of the
despoiled virgin who is happy.
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He had cried out, too; a sound strange to her; a girl hears it only once; it
is the rejoicing in the delighted ravishment of a virgin eager to learn
all that life has in store for her.
A second massive stroke dashed its hot fluid all over the deflowered
place, and she again cried in ecstasy, but this time her cry was that of
knowledge gained, and desire consummated.
Then as his lusty strokes continued, pouring their hot cream upon her,
she began to struggle with pleasure under its lashings. She cried aloud
again and again:
"Oh, Phoebus, please let me go. Let me go. Let me go. You are killing
me, Phoebus. Oh, Phoebus, I love you, I love you, I love you so. Oh,
Phoebus, please let me go. Please."
The lover had heard such words before, though surely never from as
charming a creature as this. He began to bend his back slightly and
move his horn forward and back. The motion was maddening to the
already agonized girl. She cried out in supreme passion as he thus
tortured her. He rammed a little harder, and again, sweet music to his
ears, she moaned out:
"Oh, Phoebus, my love, let me go. Please! Please! Oh, my love, my
Phoebus, what are you doing, what are you doing to me? Don't kill me!
Don't kill me. OH DON'T—DON'T—PLEASE, OH PLEASE—
DON'T!"
She swooned away, as his attack ceased. Her defilement was complete.
Slowly they returned to earthly consciousness, gradually the fierce
heat of their passion cooled. But for some time the fair bride of love
clung closely to the man who had violated her chastity; then after
many a whispered word of love was exchanged, and her happy sighs,
he gently disengaged her fair arms, and carefully withdrew.
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And as she lay there her bosom was still heaving with the rush of her
feelings. The beautiful round globes which had seemed so lusciously
large when the flimsy chemisette fell from them were well pressed
down from the attack they had experienced. Her eyes were still
staring; her dishevelled hair lay round her shoulders; her fair round
arms lay quiet at her sides. In that short space of time, as long as it has
taken to tell it, she had been transformed. But her thoughts, when
thoughts returned, were not of regret. The world had revealed itself to
her in a new light, and she, though physically fatigued for the moment,
was supremely happy. The modest, trembling, confused virgin, who
had entered that garret so short a time before had been touched by the
magic wand of man's strength, and now she lay there holding in her
treasure house, so ruthlessly violated, the invigorating seed of her
lover's loins. Her maiden purity was gone, but she realized from that
one blissful experience the wealth of her own charms, and knew what
they meant to a lover, and was not aggrieved at the discovery.
After a time she rose from the bed for a few moments, and then, when
she was ready, came in her sweet nakedness back to it, and lay down
again. Well she knew that their night of love had only begun; that
soon again her gallant lover would seek her fair body for their mutual
delight.
Then Phoebus approached the bed. She turned first her shining dark
eyes, then her lovely white body freely toward him, with very different
feelings from those with which she had met him the first time. His
strength had returned, for he was in full lusty health and vigour, and
he gazed with sensual eye upon the loveliness of the girl he had so
madly violated. And the appeal of those shining eyes, those warm lips,
those lovely titties, those ivory legs, those sweet white arms, those
ample hips, and that dark nest of love in the midst of that white
voluptuousness, could not be resisted. He quickly lay down beside her,
and they closely embraced again. Again and again he kissed her hot
lips. This time it was not a novice, but an ardent young beauty that he
clasped in his arms; she had tasted the luscious fruit foolishly called
forbidden, and was soon eager to repeat the feast Nature urged her on;
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the hot breath and lustful kisses of her lover roused her desire to draw
from him again a tribute of his strength to her beauty. His animation
was heightened by the increasing warmth of the happy girl, who now
lay panting on his breast, half on top of him, offering herself again to be
loved. Again his organ pressed against her fair body. She felt its hot
head against her. Her animated curiosity, now no longer restrained by
modesty, made her bold enough to slip her dainty hand down and
grasp the lusty instrument which had violated her virginity. She
wrapped her soft fingers around it and squeezed it gently; she ran her
hot hand down to his hairy storehouse and grasped it in her warm
clasp. Several times she pressed the hairy nuts in her unaccustomed
hand—you must pardon her, fair reader, for she had never seen a man
all for herself before, and her interest in his makeup was perfectly
natural. She pressed, as I have said, the hairy balls in her dainty fingers,
the hot head of his throbbing rod lying along her soft white arms as she
did so. And with every pressure of the bag, drawn up tightly as it was, a
thrill went through him from head to foot. She noted this, and laughed
at his uneasiness. He was soon trembling with passion, and mad to
mount her. Convulsively his hips began to work the tool up and down
against her lovely arm as he held it against her.
She knew what that movement meant now, and she would not have
that treasure seed spilled, except just as nature intended it She
instantly let go his bag, took her hand away, clasped both arms around
his neck, and crowded her luscious hips against his tool. As they clung
together, she turned on her back She cried with joy as the pressure
came on her mons veneris. Once more his hand sought the love spot;
with breathless eagerness she remained in absolute silence, while he
pressed his head for the second time against her outer lips; eagerly
they welcomed the steel spur now, not a stranger, nor a ravisher this
time, but a loving friend in the fair one's distress.
With delicious cries of happiness, she received it as it entered her hot
sheath and advanced toward her sanctuary, unhindered now by any
barrier; nothing but delight was hers and his; closely her arms
enwrapped his body; tightly did she press her form to him in the bliss of
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her second surrender. She was not merely receptive now, she was eager
to assist.
And her lover, overjoyed with the ardour of the young beauty, desired
this time to bring the passionate bliss to a still higher plane than
before, gratifying his lust with the most extravagant sensations which
her richly developed hips and hot temperament could be made to
afford.
He advanced upon the fair girl and soon his head nestled in her cup
again. He pressed his raging head upon those lips; thrills of delight
again and again flowed between them; just as before, from her flushed
face to the tips of her dainty feet she was happy, and in the centre of all
sensations, between her fine legs, seemed to rest all the blessings of
paradise.
And now he told her that their passion this time must rise to greater
heights than at first; and with her assistance, they would climb to the
most dizzy summits of ecstasy. The young girl, already brimming with
passion, listened to his words with thoughts which cannot be described.
She had learned all there was to know; she did not realize that she had
for her lover a man of great experience in the art of love. If there were
greater delights than she had experienced the first time, she did not
think she could endure them. But she determined to try, and as she
found out, her powers kept her with him to the last.
He slipped his hands now under her hips, her plump buttocks pressed
heavily upon them. And now he began gently to stroke her. She put
both hands around his neck He pressed her hips tightly with his strong
hands and, at his direction, she curved her back somewhat, helping to
raise her hips to meet the arms. For quite a little time they did this, she
thrilling with joy at every stroke. Then, as the ramming continued (it
was not very happy, of course), he told how to join in it And now,
assisted by his hands, as he stroked, she lifted her hips to meet him, and
soon they were rocking in blissful union. The delightful girl was
quivering already with passion, but her good sense told her to be as
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calm as she could and enjoy it as long as nature would possibly allow.
So, for many strokes, they rose and fell together, though the passion of
both was steadily rising. Finally she began to cry out with the
sensation; he was fearful of her passion oil flowing, and they rested.
Quiet they lay, till each was more calm when he whispered to her; the
observer would have seen, as Phoebus whispered, that he spread his
legs somewhat, though still keeping them firmly against the chest;
then he would have seen her raise her lovely legs and cross them over
his, her shapely calves resting on the back of his hairy limbs, and her
dainty feet together. And when he felt that sweet, smooth flesh
pressing upon him a rush of passion dashed over him, and he drove his
angry rod tightly into the cup of the beautiful creature; thrilled
instantly by the magic pressure, she trembled in his grasp; she clung to
him an instant more tightly, and then, with moans of delicious
pleasure, she opened the rich fountains of her treasure house and
madly poured her oil upon that straining head. Prepared for this, she
did not relax so much this time as at first, but much of her strength
remained. Abundantly she poured out her glorious oil, and quickly her
full animation was at their mutual service.
Each knew that now the dizzy heights were to be reached.
Well-nigh crazed already by the passions each had roused in the
other, they pressed their panting bodies together with immense
eagerness.
More tightly, if possible, he wrapped his arms around her steaming
haunches.
Nervously she slipped her arms down around the middle of his back,
pulling him upward upon her with all her strength.
Tighter she pressed her exquisite calves and polished legs against his
straining muscles.
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And when that embrace was tightest, he began to drive his rod against
her cup.
It was the beginning of the mad rush to heavenly, joys.
She curved her supple back, and came up with every stroke; they
rocked up and down for about a score of strokes, until he knew that
now IT MUST BE.
He told her what to do.
Instantly she reversed her ardent motions.
She stayed up, after she had rocked up with him, till he drew back.
Then, as he drove her, SHE CAME DOWN AGAINST HIM.
At the very first thrust, she screamed aloud.
He drew back, she moved up, his rod came within an inch of the outer
gateway.
When he thrust, and she drove down to meet him, that COCK RAN
NEARLY THE WHOLE LENGTH OF THAT SHEATH, AND
PRESSED AGAINST HER SACRED LIPS.
How could any girl endure such an attack!
Again he drew back; again she rose, again he came nearly to the outer
lips; again he drove; again her scream of delicious agony resounded
through the room.
It was taking every conceivable effort of willpower for him to hold off
so long.
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For the fourth time, he pulled back; close to the outer opening it came;
once more he rammed, and she came to join him; once more his head
ran the torrid length of that oily sheath and crammed hard against the
cup.
She cried out harder than ever; she was sobbing, too, but with
consuming passion.
Five times; back he came; forward he went; down she came, ramming it
pressed heavily the tender womb lips; her cries were maddening.
Suddenly from her crazed womb poured forth a second spending.
But it did not weaken her.
But when he drew back the sixth time, clear to the door, with a cry of
intense agony, and rammed it in, she did not come down to meet him.
She was rigid with madness.
His head tasted her spending, and instantly sent the message to his
brain and all over his whole nervous system.
She was a beautiful demon of crazed womanhood; her whole soul was
centred in her maddening sensations of passion.
Seven times he drew back; she held most, curving her back.
He rammed it the whole length of her oily cavity with one lusty
movement, and plunged its red-black head into that oil for the second
time.
He understood her.
She reached down still further, she grasped his haunches; she strained
her calves harder against him.
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He wrapped her hips in a mighty grip, she held her lovely back in a
rich curve.
She exerted every muscle of her glorious arms and legs TO PULL HIM
UP HARDER AGAINST HER THIGHS.
And, in that supreme embrace, they reached the heights of paradise.
Without a preliminary throb, but with a mighty rush of scalding
sperm, in the very first stroke of that maddening climax, the mighty
realization of their desires was inaugurated.
With a wild cry, their very souls rushed into mutual ecstasy.
They were one; they knew nothing but love, mad, mad, mad, passionate
love.
Of their two bodies they were now scarcely conscious, for their whole
existence centred in that sheath, where the culmination of earthly
desires was being enacted.
They knew no other sensations, save those which emanated from that
passion centre.
He could only give short rams now, so slightly were they clasped.
But the sensations were not intermittent.
THEY WERE CONTINUOUS.
Usually, the delight in sexual union runs in waves, coincident with the
thrusts of the ejaculations.
But such were their bodies, and their souls, that from the time that first
immense spurt of seed was thrown upon that already exquisitely
tortured cup, the sensation of celestial joy, supreme pleasure, superb
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intensity of passion, exalted delight of possession, mad delight of
realization, the crazed delirium of the union of two such ardent souls,
NEVER CEASED, TILL LONG AFTER THE MIGHTY RUSH OF
PASSION FROM THE LUSTY LOINS OF PHOEBUS INTO THE
GLORIOUS BODY OF ESMERELDA HAD ENDED ITS
MAGNIFICENT FLOW!
And now we must leave the lovely Esmerelda and the handsome
Phoebus to pass the remainder of the night. We have not time to relate
how, after this supreme encounter of passion, they lay long in each
other's arms, enjoying innocent conversation. Both were wearied by
that mighty convulsion of their mutual passion, and Phoebus knew, too,
that the way to win a repetition of favours is not to urge them too
frequently. But before they finally disposed themselves to sleep, their
desires reasserted themselves and they again went to heaven together.
Then the now-tired, but not satiated, girl fell asleep, and he soon joined
her.
But when the next morning's sun aroused them both at once, each
looked with delight upon the nudity of the other, and it was not long
till interest turned to desire. Her eyes sparkled as she saw his tool raise
its head proudly as he gazed upon her naked charms and, after taking
a good look at her vanquisher by daylight, she was nothing loath to be
gathered in her lover's arms and have that ugly monster concealed
from the light within the eagerly encircling sheath of her fair form.
When that charming act was accomplished, they arose and began to
pick up their scattered garments which the haste of the night before
had left where they might fall. And it took so long to find everything
and playfully to begin to dress that his tool became erect again. And
she, in her chemisette and one flimsy skirt, murmured not when he
playfully threw her back on the bed, just as she was, opened the
chemise and let her glorious bubbles out, to press his still-naked
bosom, threw her thin skirt up to her waist, and buried his amorous rod
once more in her delighted cavity; and there, in that unconventional
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manner, they clung together, until nature had had her own sweet way
again, with loving Phoebus and lovely Esmerelda.
And how many times this blissful tale was repeated, during the long
friendship of those two, I must leave you to guess.
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MEMORIES
My childhood was a very dull one. I am hardly certain whether I
remember my mother or not Till about ten years of age my life was
passed in almost cloistral loneliness. I lived in a large, rambling, twostoried
house with my father and his aunt. My father, however, was
almost always absent and besides he took very little notice of us when
he was at home. My aunt got up very late and I hardly ever saw her
before dinnertime at half past one. I had some toys but no playmate. I
was so pampered with dainties, surfeited with sweetmeats, but as I took
no exercise I had no appetite, especially for wholesome food.
My days, withal, flowed on monotonously had it not been for an
infirmity of mine, which really tortured my life. I was terribly
frightened of poodles. I did not care much for any dogs in general, but
at the sight of a poodle, I grew deathly pale, I trembled from head to
foot, and almost fainted from fear. Still I could hardly call it fear, it was
more a kind of loathsomeness, that made me thoroughly sick.
I have been told that my mother, during her pregnancy, had been
frightened by a poodle that my aunt had at the time and that died
shortly afterward. Still, can such a circumstance produce so great an
impression on the foetus in the earlier stages of gestation? And yet I
cannot explain this infirmity otherwise.
As I grew older I tried to reason myself out of this dislike and I have
almost succeeded in overcoming it; now I can even bear the sight of
one of these canine clowns.
I have very few recollections of those early years, and those I have are
hardly worth recording. Still, it is astounding how some trifling facts
sink deeply into a child's mind and are never forgotten, whilst many
important events pass entirely into oblivion.
When I was about four or five years of age, I was, as usual, playing
alone with some blocks of wood. In the same room there was a young
dressmaker, busy at one of my aunt's gowns. This girl, who must have
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been rather pretty—was about eighteen or nineteen, for she was
engaged at the time and married shortly afterward.
As I was playing, the dressmaker stopped in her work and looked at
me. She was flushed, her eyes were sparkling, and her lips were very
red.
Come here, said she, you are a good boy, are you not?
Yes, I replied indifferently.
Come then and give me a kiss; I am very fond of good boys.
I looked at her, astonished.
Come on, repeated she, with a husky voice. I at last went up to her. She
caught my face between both her hands and kissed me repeatedly and
lingeringly on my mouth with eagerness.
As you are a very good boy, tomorrow I'll bring you some bonbons, she
said. Do you know where I keep my sweeties?
No, I replied.
Well, come nearer, my pet, and I'll show you—her voice was
trembling.
I shuffled up to her. She took hold of my hand and held it tightly by the
wrist, then, opening her legs wide apart and uplifting her skirts, she
thrust my little fist between her thighs and pressed it deep between
her soft warm flesh.
I don't think there are many comfits there today but look well, perhaps
you might find one or two, and you are such a clever little boy.
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I was both astonished and shy; although I could not have given any
reason for it, still I instinctively felt that it was a naughty thing to do. I
was therefore going to draw my hand away, but curiosity retained me.
What I touched was at the same time warm, pulpy, and moist; nay, the
further my hand was plunged in, the more intense the heat grew.
Moreover, to my utter surprise there was a lot of hair growing over her
stomach and all around that sticky flesh.
My bewilderment increased when after a greater exploration I found
that she had no birdie or a little bag with balls but that she had a
beard instead.
In the meanwhile, always holding me by my arm, she rubbed my little
fist in the hot place—always telling me in a husky panting voice to
look for sweeties, till I felt it get quite wet.
I asked her what she was doing, if she was piddling on my hand, but she
began to pant and to squeeze my arm tightly. Ah! she said, with a sigh
of satisfaction, I've done it, it was very nice, wasn't it?
Do you like the smell? she said, putting my hand under my nose.
I do not know what I answered but I remember it smelt fishy and I smelt
it over and over all that day. I never forgot it, and now whenever that
smell of a woman's cunt mounts to my nostrils, I always remember the
girl I masturbated.
Haven't I a funny pussy, said she, should you like to see it, my dear?
I don't think I answered her anything but I certainly stared with very
round eyes.
At that moment there was a sound of footsteps, for she said to me:
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If you are a very good boy, I'll show you my pussy another time. Only
mind, it's a secret and as you are a little man, you must never tell
secrets. Tomorrow I'll bring you some bon bons. Now go and play.
Saying this, she pushed me away and resumed her sewing.
I went back to my toys; I smelt my hand and played.
For long time I wondered whether women really had a real pussy
between their legs; being fond of cats, I would like to see it.
Shortly after this event there happened another one, which—
although I have not exactly cherished it—I could never forget, for
erotic words and subjects seem to cling with a particular tenacity to a
child's mind.
It was a hot summer day and I was lounging listlessly in the hall
downstairs, the door of which, opening on the street, was ajar. My aunt
had gone to vespers.
In the hall, over the door opposite the entrance, was a huge stuffed
vulture perched with outstretched wings on a stand.
All at once as I was playing I turned and saw two boys standing at the
door, looking at the bird and making as I thought all kinds of
irrelevant remarks about it and laughing.
I advanced and ordered the two vagrants out of the house.
Is it your house? said the elder mockingly.
Of course I said sternly.
A marmot who has a house of his own, said the younger.
Out from here, I said.
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Your house? continued the big boy cynically, then taking his pizzle out
of his ragged breeches and shaking it, this is yours, baby, and you can
come and suck it if you like.
You have bought the house with this, said the other boy, imitating the
example of his friend and splitting with laughter, haven't you, baby?
I rushed at them in a mad rage and they fled before my fury.
I felt myself humiliated and burst into a fit of hysteric sobs. And even
when my aunt brought me new boots, I did not want to keep them on.
After a few days I managed to get over the loathsomeness of the affair.
Another fact that also impressed me at the time was the peculiar
copulation of a dog and a bitch. I happened to be at the dining room
window when I witnessed the astounding sight.
Our house—as you know—overlooked a kind of yard, and as its
inmates always afforded me great interest, I passed many hours of the
day watching them.
It therefore happened, at the time I speak of, that the owner of one of
the booths possessed a dog, a peculiar animal with many long, pointed
breasts—which I could not help noticing, as it was ever pestered by all
the curs of the neighborhood. One day as I went to the window I saw
that and another dog, tied together—as I imagined —by their tails
and they could not get free from one another.
The two pitiable animals were howling, for the children were throwing
stones at them.
It was a rare sight, so I called everybody to hasten and enjoy it. As soon
as my nurse perceived the two dogs, she snatched me up, cuffed me
soundly, sent me off from the window, and told me if I ever looked upon
such things again, my eyes would drop out of my head.
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I therefore began pondering. Why was I a naughty boy? Perhaps the
dogs had not been tied, perhaps, I ruminated, they had stuck their tails
into each other's bottoms, just for fun; that of course would not have
been a thing to be looked at It was a riddle which I only solved many
years afterwards.
At about ten my father sent me to school. Never having had any
playmates of my own age, I was shy as a girl and on that account
mercilessly plagued and made fun of. The little boys called me
Mademoiselle and the big ones tormented me. They used to clasp me
from behind and, clasping me, they began bumping the middle part
against my bum, asking me how I liked it. I did not of course
understand what they were hinting at.
After some time I got to be great friends with one of my school fellows
and he then explained to me what those horrible boys wanted to do. It
was he who informed me one day, as a great secret, that girls had no
birdie as we had.
No, of course they haven't, quoth I, proud to show my knowledge, they
have a pussy instead.
He burst into laughter.
Shortly after this confab, we happened to be in his garden behind a
hedge of bushes, discussing erotic subjects.
Hearing his younger sister's voice, he called her to him, then, catching
hold of her, he threw her on the grass, lifted up her skirts, opened her
drawers, showed me the rosy flesh between her thighs, that tiny cleft
bordered by two pale lips like a long mouth, which contorted into
grimaces as she tried to free herself from his clutches.
He, however, sat astraddle on her stomach and with the tips of his
fingers opened the lips. I sank down on my knees and looked within,
astonished to see the numerous folds of living flesh.
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Put your finger in and see how moist it feels, said he.
I should, in fact, have liked to continue my explorations but the girl
began to screech so loud that we had to let her go.
From that day, with other girls and boys of our own age, we often
compared notes, we measured whose pizzle was the thickest and the
longest, whose unhooded most and above all who could piss the
farthest and the highest.
Another delightful thing was to get some girl to lie across our knees, to
open her pants and slap her buttocks till it made our hands as well as
those quiescent globes red as poppies, hot as ovens, and tingle with
pain; still we found an inexplicable pleasure in the sound cuffs we
gave, for it almost made our tiny prickles stand on an end. This
amusement however was the beginning and the cause of all my
troubles in afterlife.
One day we were interrupted in the very midst of our sport. I
remember all the details of the scene. It was a warm spring day; we
were in our favorite secluded nook.
My schoolmate was squatted on the sod, having his sister's friend across
his knees. He had lifted up her white petticoats, pulled open her
cambric pants, and exhibited two rounded lobes of flesh, like a large
melon cut in two, only that the color was a faint pinkish tint.
To our delight he opened the two lobes widely apart and thus
discovered the little brownish dot of her tiny hole and forthwith tried
to force his finger into it. The aperture was, however, too small, and as
he thrust his index brutally within it, the poor child screamed with
pain.
Sorry, said he and, pulling out his finger, he gave her such a smacking
slap that the white flesh was at once flushed, leaving the incarnadine
sign of his five fingers. The first blow had been too strong and
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unexpected; the girl uttered a faint cry, at which we all clapped our
hands in high glee.
Ah! You are mewing, are you, said the boy, excited, and he
immediately gave her another and much stronger slap. The girl
uttered a shriller cry, at which we all capered for joy, in a kind of wild
dance.
All at once my friend's eldest sister, a girl of eighteen, appeared at one
end of the flowery path arm in arm with the young man to whom she
was engaged. On the other outlet we saw an old aunt—a prim,
wizened spinster—who always looked upon us as a hellish brood.
Fancy how sheepish and crestfallen we looked as we held our little
pizzles in our hand and pissed as high as we possibly could.
My friend was whipped before us—we his friends were sent home in
disgrace.
I was soundly thrashed by my father, lectured by my aunt, and scolded
by my nurse.
After a few days at home, my aunt persuaded my father to send me as
a boarder in some school.
I had hitherto dabbled in early vice thoughtlessly and without malice.
In that hotbed of rottenness—a French boarding school—I soon learnt
all the secrets of life and still, strange to say, it was not by my school
fellows.
For several reasons I was not placed in the dormitory with the other
boys. First, I was very young and, second, my story having been related
to the head master, he had been requested to keep sharp lookout on
my morals; for I was described as a black sheep with the worst
propensities.
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I was therefore put to sleep with one of the nurses, a stout, masculinelooking
woman, past the canonical age. A screen, however, divided the
room into two compartments.
One sultry summer night I awoke feeling very hot and feverish.
Parched with thirst, I got up to see if I could find a glass of water. There
was no water on my night table and I crossed over to her side to see if I
could find any there. The nurse was lying on her back, her legs almost
apart, her thighs opened, her slit uplifted.
All her middle parts were entirely bare. In that pale amber light her
skin looked as white and smooth as ivory. I should almost have felt
inclined to pass my hand over it had not my eyes fallen at once on the
dark fleece which covered half of her thighs and almost reached up to
her navel.
I stared at her with wide opened eyes. This woman possessed a pussy
and no mistake about it.
As the nurse was sound asleep and snoring loudly, I passed my hand
lightly, tremblingly, over the long hair. It seemed to grow there. All at
once the nurse gave a kind of snort, moved, and her hand came down
on mine. I slipped away my hand, popped down quickly, and crawled
noiselessly under the bed.
Guillaume, said she, stretching out, I believe, her arms in her sleep,
where are you?
Of course I gave no answer. By the noise the bed made, I knew she had
turned on the other side.
I was about to leave my hiding place, when I heard a slight noise;
someone was actually turning the handle of the door. It opened
without creaking.
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Lying flat on my stomach, I could see the legs of a barefooted man
standing on the threshold.
At first I thought it was a burglar. The man came close to the side of the
bed and stopped for a minute.
What was he doing? My heart was giving some mighty thumps.
Perhaps he was smothering the nurse with her own bolster. Presently I
heard a sound but it was very much like a kiss, then another, and still
another.
No, I could not be mistaken.
Oh! Guillaume, is it you, so you're come. Thereupon she moved on one
side, as if she was making place for him.
I thought, she has been expecting him. Who could he be?
In the whole house there were several Guillaumes. One of the older
boys, one of the junior boys, one of the junior masters, and a sturdy
Auvergnat of a servant man were all Williams. Which of them was the
conqueror? Moreover, was he so very fond of this old virago that he
stealthily crept into her room like a thief only to kiss her?
Whilst I was lost in these surmises, I saw his bare legs and feet
disappear and by the noise of the mattress —evidently crushed
down—I guessed that Guillaume had got into the matron's bed.
A moment's silence followed; a more expert ear might have detected
the straining of muscles, the clasping of naked flesh; mine did not. Then
succeeded a suppressed smacking of kisses, together with an
interrupted conversation in hushed and husky tones.
What could they be talking about? I strained my ears but could not
catch the slightest syllable.
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Soon the mattresses were set in motion, to which a slight and almost
musical creaking of the bedstead kept time. It was now a regular
cadence of bumping and plunging, something like a continuous
kneading of dough, marked at intervals by a sound like that of a
horse's hoof drawn out of the mire.
My wildest conjectures were too vague to allow me to form any
plausible supposition as to what they were about.
Little by little, the bucking and pounding as well as the creaking
increased both in time as well as strength. I was dreadfully frightened
lest the whole bedstead would come down upon me and crush me. I
therefore crept to the farthermost end of the bed and kept ready to slip
out if the slightest accident happened.
When there, I heard the nurse whisper to Guillaume to take care lest
he might wake the marmot—that was me—with the noise he was
making.
The devil take the brat, muttered the conqueror, it was time he was got
out of your room.
Thereupon the bumps and thuds increased, then a puffing and panting,
intermingled with grunts of satisfaction and wriggles which seemed
more of pleasure than of pain, together with an indescribable gurgling.
Then in a suppressed sotto voce: There I'm doing it, ah! Louder,
shudderingly—I'm doing it, ah! And after a slight pause, he added in a
more tremulous and louder voice—ah! I've done it. Then some panting,
a few seconds of silence during which I asked myself what Guillaume
had done—and he added with ineffable satisfaction:
Ah! futtering is after all the only thing worth living for in this world.
How those words impressed me. I repeated them over and over to
myself.
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I had found out what Guillaume and the nurse were doing. They were
futtering. Yes, but what was futtering?
I had hitherto believed that futter meant to thrash a person, but
evidently it was not that.
After a lengthy pause the man added: But did you not enjoy it?
Now that Guillaume spoke in his natural voice, I was all but certain
that it was the junior master.
The matron said: No, since that sacred brat has been put in my room, I
never feel at ease, and all my fun is spoiled.
Oh, he always sleeps like a top.
I'm not quite sure of that, he's such a little sneak Just before you came
in, I was sure I felt a hand on my cunt.
How I pricked my ears up at the word. That was a cunt then, and not a
pussy.
Nothing; only I thought it was you.
Oh, you must have been dreaming.
Yes, I suppose so.
After that they kissed, then the bed creaked again and she added:
You had better go away at once, it is late.
Some more kissing took place, then he jumped down, and said:
Ta ta—on Wednesday next, said he and then crept away on tiptoe.
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1 waited just a little and heard the nurse snore and then crept on all
fours to my bed.
It was late when I woke, and the nurse was tugging at me to rouse me
from my overpowering drowsiness.
I stared at her and she seemed for a moment quite abashed.
Why are you looking at me so surprised, she asked.
Oh, I think I must have been dreaming.
About what? my pretty pet!
I...I don't think I remember.
Come, you are a darling of a child, do try and think what it was.
I paused for a moment and, then, encouraged by her loving words, and
prompted by the curiosity that I felt:
Mrs. Lachand, said I, with a fluttering heart and a trembling voice.
Well, my love.
Please, will you tell me what futtering is?
I shall never forget the transformation that woman's face underwent
From sweet benevolent cozening look, it changed into the ugliest of
grim scowls.
She lifted up her hand and gave me a smacking slap, then in a hissing
undertone said:
You dirty sneaking wretch, ah! You want to know what futtering is,
well, I'll show you.
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Thereupon she turned me on my back and pulled up my nightgown.
She began to thrash me mercilessly, nay the more she struck the
greater pleasure she felt, and the smarter were the blows she gave.
Now I hope you've been futtered to your heart's content, and it'll be a
long while before you ask me such a question again; next time I won't
thrash you, I'll simply take you by your ear and drag you to the
headmaster. We all know what a filthy imp you were when you came
to us, so he'll expel you from school at once.
Of course I was sobbing piteously, so she shook me several times to
make me stop, then she began scolding again.
Her scolding and my whimpering were both suddenly stopped by the
sound of the drum. It was the second signal, so I ought to have already
been combed, washed, and ready to join my schoolfellows.
The nurse soused my head in a basin of water, anxiously bidding me at
the same time to forget the terrible word I uttered and that for this
time she would not speak to the masters, then she helped me put on my
dirty uniform.
The day dragged on wearily and I was listless and muddled and
utterly depressed.
In my despondency, I was glad when night came on; my bed was a real
haven of rest. Although I intended to remain awake, just to see if
anything would happen, still, no sooner was my head on the pillow,
then I went off to sleep.
I only slumbered lightly for I woke when the matron came in and again
I woke when she wallowed in her bed. As in a dream I heard the clock
strike one, then I was conscious of a slight noise, the door of the room
was opened and some one came in.
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In spite of all my curiosity I durst not turn around, nor move; I felt sure
the matron would be listening to hear if I was awake.
In fact she soon uttered a low hissing sound and she jumped out of her
bed.
She stopped the man and then went over to my bed. I was lying flat on
my stomach, my face turned to the wall, as quiet as a mouse. I knew she
had come to make sure that I was asleep and she patted me lightly and
asked me if I wanted to do pi-pi but seeing that I did not budge but
breathed softly and slowly, she thought I was asleep and went back to
Guillaume.
As soon as they were together, they began to whisper in the same low,
husky, somewhat nasal tones. By degrees they got more excited and
their tones grew louder and as I listened it seemed to me that the man's
voice was that of another Guillaume, a senior scholar, a young
Marseilles of about seventeen, the sturdiest fellow of the whole school.
They seemed to be enjoying their little game. I turned my head as
much as I could and strained my eyes to their corners.
They were now standing close together, kissing. She was holding his
pizzle and—I think—rubbing it. He had uplifted her shift and his
hand was between her legs.
After they had been amusing themselves in this way for a while, they
both disappeared behind the screen, and it was evident they had gone
to bed together.
They first proceeded quietly like a steam engine just started, but after
a few strokes, the speed of the piston rod increased rapidly.
It was the same thumping and bumping, the same inarticulate sounds
of puffing, of breathing painfully and panting pleasurably, even the
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same hoarse gurglings, to which the thuds on the mattress, the
creaking of the hinges, the straining of the wooden bed, kept time.
Evidently they were having their fill of pleasure—for surely they
would not take so much trouble for nothing —and I therefore
concluded they were doing the thing worth living for.
My curiosity had risen to such a pitch of excitement that I could hardly
keep still any longer, my craving to see them futtering was irresistible.
My first plan was to slip on the floor quietly and go and peep round the
screen, but on second thought I concluded it would be better to stand
on the bed and look over that partition of paper.
I therefore got up quietly, holding myself as well as I could to the wall
and making as little noise as possible. As I was very light, the bed did
not make the slightest sound.
For a little while I could not understand much of what I saw, but by
degrees I perceived that the matron was lying on her back and
Guillaume was on top of her. They were both moving up and down.
Straining my eyes, holding my breath, I advanced cautiously towards
the edge of the bed. I now saw that she had her fat legs entwined in his,
whilst both were clasped in each other's arms.
There, there, said she, move a little, but don't pull yourself up, there,
like that, push it in as far as you can, ah!
In my eagerness to see, I bent just a little forwards when—all at
once—the mattress gave way under my feet and lo! I slipped and fell
with a tremendous thud on the floor.
Although I hurt my head and bruised my back, I durst not utter a
moan. Still I could not help whimpering a little as I tried to extricate
myself from the sheet, but before I could get up the matron was by my
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side, clapping her hand on my mouth and almost smothering me, for
fear I might scream.
What's the matter with you, you little monster? she hissed in my ear.
I...I feel out of my bed.
Oh, you fell, you toad, and catching hold of my hair she shook me
violently—and how did you manage to do that, pray?
I think I slipped, I answered, gasping.
In your sleep? said she, relenting.
Yes, I think I was dreaming.
Oh, you were dreaming, poor dear, were you? added she in a soothing
voice, kissing me.
Thereupon she helped me to get back into bed. She tucked me in and
then bade me go off to sleep.
I had seen what I wanted, though not perhaps not quite as much as I
should have liked; of course I could not go off to sleep after that.
For a while they kept very silent, then—after some time —I heard the
matron come up to my bed. I did exactly what I had done before. She
called me by name. I did not vouchsafe any answer. She then went
back to her bed.
Now you had better go, said she gruffly.
Oh, let me slip it in once more, rejoined he coaxingly.
No, no, not tonight.
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Oh, but that cursed toad spoiled everything just as I was going to shoot.
I asked myself what he was going to shoot?
No, said the matron, it's useless, but I'll tell you what. If you like, you
can faire minette to me, that can be done noiselessly.
This was a new wonder to me. What were they going to do? I did wish
they would let me join in their little game. I durst not move any more
for I felt sure their rage would be ungovernable if I spoilt their fun a
second time.
Whatever their game they kept it quiet for some time, then there was
some wriggling and wallowing, a great deal of strong breathing, the
nurse seemed to be having stomach ache, then a subdued sighing as if
the pain was over and all was silent for a few minutes.
Thereupon I think they rose.
Did you enjoy it? quote he.
Fichtre ! in a decided tone.
I did it nicely, didn't I?
Very.
Then—some low words in a longing tone which I could not understand.
Go away, you pig, answered she.
Then on Friday?
Yes.
He thereupon went to her basin and seemed to be rinsing his mouth.
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For some evenings, I slept soundly. I never heard, anything, never woke
at all. I had, I think, caught cold, a very slight cold indeed, for I did not
perceive it, but the matron, who had grown exceedingly fond of me,
said that I coughed in the night and that I breathed with a wheezing
sound so she made me take a cup of tea before going to bed.
It was very good and sweet, she said, but I was not to mention it to the
other boys for they would be jealous. I kept taking it for several nights,
but whether it was my cold or the sultry hot days, the more I slept the
more drowsy I grew.
At last, about a fortnight later—having gotten sick of my tisane and
being sure that I had neither a cold nor a cough anymore, I—the
matron not mounting her guard—instead of drinking it and having it
pass through my body into the vessel into which it was destined to go, I
deftly poured it into the night vase at once.
I went off to sleep, but I did not fall into that lethargy of the evening
before.
In the middle of the night I had a peculiar dream. I was on board a ship
and the matron was with me, but I do not exactly know whether we
were in bed or not.
All at once the waves began to roll high and dash against the bow of
the ship that was labouring to make headway through the trough of
the waters.
She was straining her bulwarks and the engine was puffing madly and
the piston rod was going in and out of the cylinder. All at once the ship
was attacked by pirates—just like in the story I had been reading that
very evening—only one of them had got over the matron, as
Guillaume Chretien had done a fortnight ago, and she, poor thing, was
sobbing and calling for help. Yes, I could hear her plainly, she was
panting, wallowing, almost screeching.
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I thereupon seized a crowbar and ran to her help. Someone had rung
the bell, the ship was afire, I shrieked for help, I yelled.
There was a scuffle. The nurse was by my side, almost throttling me, her
eyes were out of her head, her hair all dishevelled, she was looking like
a devil. A man appeared likewise by my bed.
If you scream, you dirty blackguard, I'll just murder you.
The nurse gagged me. I now recognized the man that had thus
threatened me. It was Guillaume, the broad-shouldered Auvergnat
servant man. Another second and he vanished behind the screen.
A few moments afterwards there were lights and footsteps in the
passage, but the door being locked no one could come in. The nurse
told them, however, that there was nothing the matter with me, I had
been dreaming and pulled the bell rope in my sleep; so they all went
off grumbling and evidently cursing me as giving more trouble than
the whole school together.
I was shaken and thumped and ordered to go to sleep at once, which I
tried to do as quickly as possible.
My stay in that boarding school was, however, to be of slight duration.
Not long after the incident of that night, Mr. Durieux, one of the
Guillaumes who had slept and enjoyed my matron so much one
evening that I remembered, was explaining to us something about the
Persian wars.
The subject was an interesting one and I remember him saying that
lads of fifteen and sixteen fought like heroes.
All at once the boy next to me whispered in my ear:
Just ask him at what age can one fire off a shot!
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Why, rejoined I innocently.
Just for the fun of the thing, ask him, unless you are frightened.
I protested that I was not and I did as I was bid, simply,
straightforwardly.
I saw Mr. Durieux blush scarlet and bounce off his chair as if he had
been jerked out of it. The whole class burst into a loud fit of laughter.
M. Durieux glared at me, and ordered silence. Leave the class, he then
said to me.
But why? said I, trembling.
Will you go at once, you scoundrel, or I'll call Guillaume.
I knew that Guillaume, in fact all three Guillaumes, bore me a grudge.
Had I not interrupted them all when they were futtering the matron
and at a time when they were at the height of emotion? I rose at once,
therefore, hoping that he...
But as I never saw any of the boys and was expelled from school, it was
not until I was grown up that I finally knew that the biggest thing in
life was fucking. As I grew older, I realized that fucking is life itself; so
applying my mind to writing that you may benefit, I now endeavour to
write the following short stories.
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FLORENCE
Nineteen, dainty but not slender, with rosy cheeks and brightest
shining eyes, vivacious, jolly; she was, in short, wholly attractive; a girl
whom the best of men might love, and, on the other hand, one whose
round form less than a saint might long to fondle. For two years she had
been employed in the office of M—— & C, away downtown in New
York City; and for a long time had the junior partner, Mr. Thompson,
admired her beauty and grace, not to say, in summer, the exquisite
white roundness of her pretty arms and that glimpse of her charming
neck But he was sensible, and simply admired her, took pains to
conceal it; and so time passed.
But in September, 1919, a new office boy came to the firm. He was a
bright young fellow, a well-knit boy, good-looking and brimful of
health. His youthful vigour seemed to case a glow over the entire
office, which, of course, Miss Florence noted as did all the rest. But none
but she felt it as deeply. There was something about the boy that made
her thrill gently whenever he was near her, and when his hand
touched hers, accidentally or otherwise, she seemed to feel a distinct
electric shock Horace did not attempt to conceal his liking for her,
though to what extent he hoped to advance in her favours only he
could have told. A month passed; they seemed to be more attracted to
each other daily. And by the first of December, the girl used to find
some excuse to be the last one in the office (the rest left about half past
four), and she and Horace used to visit with much pleasure. Their
attraction for each other could not be stationary, of course, and ere
long she used to let the sturdy youth take her in his arms and hug her
closely, and then to kiss her repeatedly, which gave her more pleasure
than she would have admitted. Perhaps she thought he was only a
child, but in this she was much mistaken.
Now she became bolder, so that there was no mistaking his desires, and
she would often make up her mind to break off with him altogether,
and then when night came, she would find herself in his embraces once
more, saying to herself after that pleasure, that tomorrow would be
different. And so one day came when, after they were left alone, he
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coaxed her to go to another room with him, where he said he had a
bottle of cider. She thought of nothing wrong and went with him, and
found herself in the place she had never been before, a bedroom used
by the night floorwalker after his duties at midnight were over. She
was a little frightened at first, but the young man really did have a
bottle of cider, and they drank some. Of course there was nothing
wrong about this fact, but there must have been a little of something
else in it. At any rate it made her head a little giddy, and still thinking
nothing improper, she lay down upon the floorwalker's bed.
Now, whether the boy had had this in mind, or simply that the sight of
the lovely girl lying there stimulated his desires, I do not now. I know,
however, that he quickly came to the bedside, and, while she seemed
not to be aware of what was taking place, he gently raised her skirts
until her round, plump calves, with their soft black stockings, were
exposed; and after an instance of excited admiration he quickly got on
the bed and ran his hand up under her clothes. Before she could
prevent it, he pressed and tickled her between her thighs in a way that
made her cry out with excitement. Try as she would then, she could not
get his hand away, for as soon as her strength would be roused to
repulse him, he would again tickle and press her, and all her power
would be lost through that delightful sensation on that unaccustomed
spot. And with each attack her powers of resistance grew less, till
finally within five minutes after she had fallen upon the bed, she lay
there with his hand still under her clothing, absolutely helpless,
trembling all over with nervous excitement, and between her legs an
indescribable sensation which she had never felt before.
And now, when she fell back helpless and lay still, he knew that she
was his. She did not even turn her head when he leaped off the bed and
tore off his pants, exposing his lusty rod, stiff as a red hot poker. She
hardly moved a hand when he boldly climbed on the bed again, raised
both her skirts to her waist, and in feverish haste unfastened her
drawers. She only cried out, but did not stir when he pulled those
drawers down and off, exposing the matchless whiteness of her
polished legs, so round and charming, and between them that dainty
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dove's nest. The sight of her virgin whiteness inspired the boy to no pity;
he quickly planted himself between those ivory columns, he bunted
his head against her sanctuary for a few times, then, seizing it with his
eager hand, he found the spot, inserted its end into the sheath, and
there, before she was hardly conscious of his crime, she found herself
impaled upon the tool of that devilish ruffian. She would have been a
prize of the gods themselves.
Her maidenhood gone, she offered not the slightest resistance to his
onslaught, and scarcely had he penetrated to the citadel of love when
she spent all over him, in the exuberance of her nature. He felt it, and
gloating over his prize, prepared to do the act quickly. Even yet
someone might have saved her from this shame, but, alas, succour came
too late. For it was not until he had given her several rams of his lusty
tool, that there was sound of a key being put in the lock of the outer
door, he heard, but nothing would stop him; stiffly he stroked her; now
his rod tightened; there was a great throb of the lecherous muscle.
Then the door opened, a man rushed into the room, took in the situation
at a glance, ran to the bed, grabbed the vile youth by the hips, and
pulled him away.
But the poor girl's ruin was accomplished, for while Mr. Thompson was
hurrying across the long room, the youth had squirted a charge of seed
upon her pure lips, and now, as the angry employer jerked him away,
his sperm still spurted in jets from his stiff rod. But quickly with blows
and curses did the infuriated Thompson throw the fellow out of the
room, with warning never to let him see his face again.
And now the poor ruined girl was left alone with the man who had
admired her so long, and whom she, too, had secretly admired.
Instinctively she had lowered her skirts, but she was too much excited
to attempt to flee; she remained motionless. Mr. Thompson then came
to the bedside, sat down by her, and tried to calm her by not appearing
to think of what happened. But honourable though her friend was, the
vision of those exquisite legs and the deep flush of excitement that still
covered her pretty cheeks troubled him greatly. Let us tell the whole
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truth and say that, try as he would, the recollection of that sight forced
itself so often upon his mind that soon he had an erection as great as
Horace's, who had actually reached that haven of desire, though only
for an instant.
He stretched himself on the bed; he had locked and bolted the door
before he came back; he lay at a distance from her, she did not object
to his lying there; in fact, it seemed to him that her moist eyes were
becoming alluring. Nature had, in truth, been roused in her. And
finally he could no longer keep down his rising feelings, and began to
talk of what he had seen. And at last, to be certain that anything had
come from that scoundrel's rod to pollute the lovely girl, he openly
asked her that question. She read his thoughts, and blushed still
deeper when she replied, "Yes, Mr. Thompson, only one stroke; but that
was enough; I felt it, and I am not a virgin any longer."
In a flash he clasped her close in his strong arms.
"Oh, dearest Florence, you know I would never have done this act to
you; your purity would have always been safe with me. But now, if it is
gone, and you surely know if his seed did touch you, if it has, then come
and lie in my arms, and we will love to the very heights of heaven."
And what could the delighted girl say, but to murmur "Yes," blushing
ever deeper.
With a cry of pleasure, he sprang off the bed, he kissed her pretty eyes
shut, warning her not to open them until he should tell her she might.
Then he quickly tore off his every garment, and his fine white body
and muscular back, arms, and legs were a glorious sight. She was
blissful as she heard the rustling of his clothing; she knew real
happiness was rapidly approaching.
Then he came to the bed, tool lustily standing; she kept her eyes closed
as he wished. "Don't be frightened, sweetheart," he said, and gently
began to remove her shoes; quickly they were off, and her stockings
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soon followed. Then he gently raised her up; she understood and
herself unfastened her collar, then her waist was an easy matter. Now
he raised her to her feet, taking care that her hands should not feel his
naked flesh; her two skirts came down easily around her shapely form;
then her girdle, and then her rather long chemise. The beauty's eyes
were still closed; she felt no fear though she knew she was nearly
naked.
He could not refrain from a cry of delight, as he paused a moment and
gazed at her beautifully turned legs, her supple, not to say voluptuous
hips, where lay heaven itself. Then, with trembling hands, he raised her
flimsy shift; he uncovered her snow white belly with its deep navel,
then he came to the luscious barrier of her breasts, where he had to
make a considerable effort to raise the garment over them without
pressing his hands against her glorious hillocks, with their already
erect nipples.
"Now raise your arms, darling," says he.
She does so, up he slips the garment over their beautiful white
roundness, and the wonderful girl is naked.
He takes her by the hand, and tells her to lie down on the bed,
whispering to her to lie back a little way upon it, which she quickly
does. The room seems to be aglow with passionate desire.
He stands for an instant more and gazes at the exquisite bare white
form lying there, already so delighted, and soon to be fairly crazed
with delirious passion.
Then he bids her open her eyes; she does so.
She sees for the first time his well-knit white form, with gloriously stiff
standing yard; she almost faints for an instant, with the rush of many
thoughts; then passion overcomes all else; she stretches both lovely
arms toward him; he instantly climbs upon the bed; she half rises to
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meet his embrace, they wrap their arms about each other passionately
and sink down together, moaning out their delight as they press their
glowing forms tightly against each other, while those luscious hillocks,
which never before felt man's touch, thrill with the sensation.
No mortal can describe such sensations. So all we can say is that they
lay there a long time, simply drinking in the sweet delight of each
other's flesh. Locked in that embrace they mutually sighed and
moaned out their extremes of pleasure.
And so gradually, but steadily, did their longing increase for further
joys, and so mutually did they act, that they hardly noticed the
degrees by which they slowly turned, till he was stretched upon the
exquisite form of the happy creature as she lay flat on her back.
His body matched hers perfectly. Cheek pressed against cheek,
shoulders matched shoulders, breasts pressed breasts, and true it was,
though strange, that the fully erect nipples on her luscious hillocks
kissed exactly the little nipples on his bosom, and seemed to create, by
that very contact, a gentle current of pleasure through each other.
Belly matched belly as they lay; his legs extended exactly on top of
her lovely round columns, until his firmly built feet gently clasped her
dainty white ones between them. And, best of all, his rod stood
gloriously stiff, straight upward between their bellies, and his big balls
hung just below the beginning of that hairy nest in which were her
already burning lips, showing just how they would lie when the lovers
were united in true love.
For a long, delightful time they lay in that position, neither speaking.
The divine kiss of her perfumed flesh was for some time satisfaction.
But after a time, that very divinity of sex inspired him to the
consummation of the matchless act; his passion, like hers, was now
imperiously demanding full satisfaction of every sense, which the
coupling of their matchless bodies together should soon produce in
both.
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So, at length, he gently pressed his feet between those dainty ones of
hers; her round white calves bade each other good bye; her knees gave
each other their last token; and finally her round, full thighs kissed
each the other's velvet fullness and separated; those lovely charms
were not to be united again till the very heights of heaven had been
attained by their lovely mistress, in the mossy nest which their parting
now left exposed to the welcome thrust of that throbbing rod, which
had so long knocked for admission to its sacred portals.
Still neither spoke, when the outpost of the citadel was now
unprotected. Both sighed in mutual delight; once more cheek pressed
cheek, shoulder pressed shoulder, breasts kissed breasts; she was now,
oh, so eager to give. Then his careful hand sought, found, guided. This
was, of course, not new to her but oh, how much sweeter at even this
approach. And as his rod surely, but slowly and carefully, entered her
moist sheath, it seemed to her as if magnetism thrilled from it already.
Gradually he advanced until he nestled its head against her womb.
Instantly a current of electricity was established; the delighted girl felt
it, and quivered in pleasure; he felt it too, and was as joyed as she.
Entirely still then they lay, drinking in, without motion, each other's
internal delights, as previously they had feasted on the pleasures of
flesh alone.
And soon the alternating stream of magnetism, so much desired and so
seldom felt, now began to flow between them. Suddenly he felt of
warmth flowing into his cock; it filled it, and then he clearly felt it run
in his spine to his brain. There for a brief period it burned and fire
flashed before his eyes; he could see nothing else. Then swiftly down it
went again to his tool, and he distinctly felt it running into her womb.
Then she, in turn, thrilled as she felt her whole womb quiver with that
current of delight, up then it rushed to her brain; her brain reeled with
the shock and she was in lurid delight while it lasted. Then, finally,
down it hurried again, and crowded into his horn.
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Thus this continued again and each time it seemed more entrancing. In
absolute stillness they lay, while this steadily increasing current of
magnetism flowed back and forth.
Four delicious times it passed from her to him; four times, each
intensified, it ran from the point of his rod, clasped by her inner lips,
into her womb.
Now she felt this was the last she could possibly endure, as for the fifth
time she poured its magnetic strength into his cock And he felt it that
fifth time, while it rushed as before to his head. It left in his balls a
stinging sensation that almost overcame him at once. Vivid lights
flashed before his eyes, his brain seemed on fire, intoxicating perfume
rose from her body now profusely sweating with passion.
Now a final rush of that flame down his spine; his horn seemed fairly to
shoot out a flame as the fiery glow poured into her womb, she felt it
coming, and thought she would surely faint, but, oh, a thousand joys,
she was spared that misfortune; she felt every thrill of it. The fire
rushed up her spine; now lightnings flashed before her eyes in turn.
The fire that had been left in his balls, from that great rush of
magnetism, caused them to press hard against his root; the burning
sensation extended now to his cock itself, and it began gradually to
swell. He convulsively pressed her white shoulders a little harder,
though his lips did not move. Then, for the last time, the blaze started
down her spine; it reached her womb; she noted that slow, but gradual
expansion of his rod begin; her womb seemed to be consumed with
fierce flames; then suddenly, nature offered a moment's respite and she
spent vigorously.
For a very short period this was a relief, then the stream of passion's
electricity began once more to scorch her sanctuary. The perfume of
the hottest animal the world knows, a vigorously passionate girl about
to be fornicated, filled the nostrils of both, and urged them on.
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A cry from the trembling lover, he clasped his hands on her shoulders;
his cock suddenly quivered, wriggling, as it were, from side to side
without his hips moving.
The mighty head swelled in the clasps of her torrid lips.
A great throb shook the tool from root to head; she cried out; he
reassured her, but without moving a muscle.
Then another throb; with it, a little more swelling.
The swelling head, enwrapped by her womb lips, opened that holy of
holies ever so little.
Then the third throb, big as the other two combined, was the climax.
She screamed aloud when a blistering, stinging, mighty charge of seed
was squirted through that small opening into the very centre of her
quivering womb itself.
Another massive stroke quickly followed, then another; all throwing
their load of passion upon the trembling interior of that lovely
creature's sacredest place.
And with every hot charge thrown into that sanctuary, the tortured
girl screamed again and again, until the strokes came faster, and she
simply lay there, half fainting, and gasped and moaned and shuddered
in her passionate ecstasy, while he kept pouring from his lusty loins his
glorious charges of passion's offering.
There the panting beauty lay under him, gasping and moaning and
sighing and moaning again, and sometimes crying out, as the caress of
joy thrilled her beyond restraint, until her loveliness had received to
the fullest extent his tribute of manly strength to her sweet fresh young
beauty.
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And there they lay, for a long time, slowly returning to earth, as
handsome and ardent a couple as a bed ever brought together.
We must leave to imagination the recital of the second blissful contact
of that evening, where the amorous young beauty was thoroughly
stroked, and also taught the mysteries of undulation.
To say that that day was their only day of love, would be far from the
truth.
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CUNTS
Pretty young girls have nice tickly little cunts between their legs for
ardent young men to put stiff pricks into. Let any young man see a
young girl's pretty, hairy cunt, and watch how his prick will come up
standing! If a girl will sit with her legs apart, and then pull her dresses
up, uncovering the lovely soft white thighs and the delicious little
hairy place between them, any young man's prick will come out and
get hard and stiff, and eager to come close and touch the soft young
cunt.
Think of all the pretty cunts between young girls' legs as they walk
about the streets, or lie asleep at night, and of all the manly pricks
covered up in trousers. What joy when one of the cunts and one of the
pricks come together! In dancing, bodies held close together, prick and
cunt near to each other. It is not strange that young women and young
men learn to desire each other and want to go from dancing to lie
together somewhere—even if they do not say so!
What a pleasure to meet at a dance in the country some girl who
knows the delights of fucking, who will go gladly from the hot, noisy
room, where her desires have been aroused by the closeness of your
body to hers, to some quiet, cool, dark corner of the woods and there lie
down and open her receptive cunt to the thrusts of her eager prick! It is
a joy to find such a girl, press your body to hers in the rhythm of a
delightful waltz, feel her arms tighten, and know that as you touch her
legs in the dance her cunt is beginning to twitch and tingle. Hold her
close and let her feel the pushing and throbbing of your prick as it
begins to get stiff from feeling the warmth of her body through the
clothing. Then take her outside and kiss her until she opens her mouth
and clings to you in the delirious kiss that means surrender. After that,
put your arms about her, and walk up the road to the pitch-black
grove. She will know for what you are going there, and will stop you on
the way for more and more ardent kisses, holding you close and
rubbing her body against yours. In the darkness of the grove she will
let you feel her young breasts, firm under your caressing hand, and will
press against you with her legs. She will stand with her back against a
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tree, and let you lean against her and kiss her more, and as you raise
her dresses she will part her legs, so that your fingers will find her hot
young cunt, moist and open. How she will tremble and thrill as your
fingers play with that lovely, hairy organ! She may put her hand on
you, and find your prick, all hard and stiff and throbbing, and take it
out and put it between her legs, and even make you fuck her that way,
leaning against a tree!
Or she may sink to the soft ground, drawing you down to her, and lie
there with her legs far apart, her cunt ready and open, and take you
with sucking kisses, gasping and shaking with desire, her whole body
enjoying the delicious fucking you will give her. And through the
darkness you will hear the soft sounds of other happy couples, not far
off, all aroused by the dance, enjoying their fucking-play in the soft
night.
But even in the cities there are cunts that like to be fucked. If you
know a full-blooded young woman, a young married woman who is
keen, or a young widow who has not had a man for some time, take her
out to a good dinner and after a few drinks drive her in your
automobile to some quiet street in the suburbs and stop at some
secluded spot away from the lights. Take her in your arms and kiss her,
and she will be glad. If she is just drunk enough, or careless enough,
and you are skilful, she will become so aroused with desire that she
will let you take her to the back seat of your automobile and there
give her the good fucking she longs for. Let your trousers down, sit
there with your legs stretched out, and put her soft little hand on
something big and hard. She will gasp and pull up her skirts and put
herself astride of you, and let her quivering cunt come down for a
delicious, satisfying fucking on your stiff prick.
Best is a discreet young widow or divorced woman, who has learned
the delights of fucking and must indulge herself every few weeks. By
waiting a month or so between times, she becomes so eager to feel a
manly prick thrusting between her legs that she will not hesitate at all
to let a suitable man know, by unmistakable signs, that she longs for a
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good fucking. Her cunt wants to be tickled and pushed and crowded
by a nice thick prick, and if you are the man who meets with her favor
at the time she will give you the opportunity to take her and fuck her
to the delighted satisfaction of both of you.
One summer I met a young divorced woman, who soon showed that she
liked me. I used to call at her apartment for tea. We often kissed, and
she kissed warmly, but I withheld myself, curious to see what she
would do. I knew that she desired me, and she knew that I desired her.
One afternoon, after we had had our tea and a few highballs, and a few
more than usually ardent kisses, she excused herself and left the room.
After a few minutes she called to me. I found her in the half-opened
door of her bedroom, clad only in a most delicious diaphanous pink
nightdress, through which her beautiful body glowed blushing. No
need for words; I carried her to the bed and there, naked in each other's
arms, we enjoyed hours of the most delightful fucking, until both of us
were quite exhausted.
There are so many pretty little cunts that ought to be fucked every
now and then, and there are so few of them that get as much delicious
fucking as they should have. Young girls mistakenly keep their cunts
secreted and never use them, unless perhaps they finger them
themselves, or let other girls finger them or rub them sometimes. Such
innocent diversions are better than nothing, of course, but to enjoy all
the pleasure their cunts can give them, girls ought to let themselves be
fucked. Of course, there is danger in promiscuous fucking—danger of
horrible diseases and danger of nameless children. But if a girl is
discreet, and careful to associate with clean young men and see that
proper precautions are taken, she can get a good, satisfying fucking
now and then with no danger at all.
A girl can easily show a young man what she wants without being too
bold, and if he is any sort of a young fellow at all he will be more than
glad to give it to her. Think, girls, of the thrill of knowing that "it" is
going to happen to you! You will be scared at first, when he comes to
you, but if he is a decent fellow he will soon love you, and kiss you, and
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hold you close and play with you, so that in a very short time you will
be kissing him back, and clinging to him, and wanting him to love you
more. And you will not mind, then, when he puts his hands on your legs.
How good it will feel to have his hands touching your bare legs,
coming closer and closer to your maiden cunt! Let him finger you for a
while and fondle you there, and you will want him so much that you
will be glad and excited to see his long, hard prick come out. Then lie
back and surrender yourself to him; open your waist so that he may
play with your breasts; pull up your dresses, put your legs apart, let
him come in between them and put his prick in your cunt—then close
your eyes and feel the dear lad with your whole body, your first man,
as he fucks you. As you lie there, with your body held tight in his arms,
you will think "At last I am being fucked! I am a woman now, and a
man is fucking me! His hard prick is actually in my cunt, and this
delicious sensation which I feel as he pushes and thrusts is from his big,
loving prick fucking my cunt."
Girls, after you have once been fucked by a nice, lovely boy with a big,
thick prick, you will enjoy living, and nothing in the world will give
you more satisfaction than letting your cunt be used now and then—
not too often—for a sweet-delicious fucking.
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I WANT A WOMAN
I am alone, a stranger in a strange city. I see women all around me,
passing on the streets, but they are all strangers. Among them are
painted faces and glances of invitation, but I do not want a whore, a
drunken, diseased thing, I want a clean, wholesome, laughter-loving
woman with a taste for a little adventure with a clean, wholesome man.
I am a clean, wholesome man! I have batted around a bit, but I have
kept my self-respect and have had nothing to do with the filth of
prostitutes. I have kept free from all their uncleanness and disease. But
I have a man's appetite for a woman's body, and have loved from time
to time many women who have felt free to love me and to take the
pleasure I could give them by the freedom of their bodies to give me
pleasure, too. I have found them charming women, too, and quite able
to maintain their positions as ladies, yes, and as good wives and
mothers, too, in some cases, while doing as they pleased in the matter of
getting a little extra enjoyment out of life by a night or two with me
now and then.
1 have been months now without the sight of a woman except in public
places. I have been continent too long—I want a woman all to myself,
to play with, to have play with me, to enjoy, and to give pleasure to. I
find myself lying awake at night thinking about the kind of a woman I
should enjoy. I do not want a child, or a young girl, or a virgin. I do not
like green fruit I have heard of men who could enjoy nothing but
virgins, but that always seemed to me a perverted taste. A young girl's
maidenhood should be taken from her only under the most romantic
circumstances, in the tender flush of young love. Otherwise she is
spoiled forever. For a full-grown man to take maidenheads, captured
or bought for the purpose, is gross brutality. I have taken but one in my
life, and that was my wife's—and I do not recall that I, or she either, got
much pleasure from the taking of it.
No, I want a woman whose virginity is gone; who is ripe for love, with
enough experience to meet a man part way in the game. A woman
about twenty-five (I am forty), a young wife or widow, or a bachelor
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maid who has not ruined her physical life by prizing virginity too
highly; preferably one who has not borne children, who has kept the
firm breasts of the young childless woman.
Well, I suppose I have her, how would I wish to take her? I'll tell you.
Assuming that we have become acquainted to the point at which we
begin to understand each other—at which she begins to feel that I
desire more of her than just her company to dinners and dances and I
begin to see that she is willing to give me more —assuming, then, that
we understood each other, I would ask her to dine with me, and after
making it quite clear (in a delicate way, of course) during our dinner
that I was anxious to know her better, I would have her dance with me.
In dancing it is possible for a man and woman to exchange certain
confidences without saying a word. Being assured by certain little
answering pressures when I pressed her a little closely in the dance
that she was willing to go further, I would suggest a taxi drive, and in
the taxi would try her out further by a few gentle caresses. If she
permits my hand to clasp her leg above the knee, she will allow me to
draw her to me and kiss her, and if she gives me back an openmouthed
kiss it only remains to set the date for a night of more
intimate delights.
I have a very secluded little bungalow in which, when the time comes,
I bring her very discreetly after dark, in my own machine. She takes off
her cloak, and I lead her into my living-room, where there is a cheerful
log fire burning, with a great comfortable couch in front of it. She is just
a little excited, perhaps, and I bring cocktails. Now it is a fact that I like
a woman just a little bit tipsy—not drunk, but with three or four drinks
in her so that she is the least bit intoxicated. I usually find it easy to get
them to that point—if they come with me at all, they will drink and
enjoy it.
As we sit side by side drinking our cocktails—or highballs—1 allow
myself some familiar caresses, with kisses. She answers readily to the
kisses and soon responds warmly to the caresses. If she is just about
drunk enough it will be fun now to put my hand in her bosom and feel
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her breasts—firm, well-rounded, delicious to the touch—and, kissing
her ardently, I then unfasten her clothing so that her breasts are
exposed. Wonderful things, a woman's breasts, round, soft, white with
beautiful rosy nipples, warm, delicate! I love them more than any other
part of a woman. I sometimes think that I could get entire satisfaction
from a woman by the freedom of her breasts to my hands and lips. I
confess, I have never tried it, as I have never had to stop there. In fact, if
a man gets to the point of having a woman bare her breasts to him he
will not be allowed to stop there!
There she lies, in a corner of my couch, in the firelight, her clothing
disordered, her breasts in my hands, beneath my lips. I kiss them and
nibble until she begins to stir with desire. Her hands caress my head,
she lies back with her eyes closed, little tremors go through her, and
she begins to murmur terms of endearment I can now assure her that I
love her, and I do so, in ardent terms, moulding her breast with my
hands and covering her lips with kisses. She returns the kisses with wet,
out turned lips against mine, her hands hold my hands and press them
against her breasts, and she returns my words of love.
Still crowded against her as she lies back on the pillows in the corner of
the couch, I put my hand beneath her skirts. I clasp her calf, her knees; I
stroke and fondle her leg higher, higher, and if her drawers are of the
lacy, open kind, I soon have my hand on her naked thigh. Continuing
to kiss her madly, and press against her, I fondle and caress the warm,
soft skin, up her thigh to her hip, then across her abdomen until my
fingers reach the soft, curly hair that grows there. Tickling and lightly
touching the soft curls my fingers proceed gradually, gently, down
between her legs, and touch and tickle there until of her own accord
she parts her legs a little and lets my whole hand find and clasp what is
between them.
After a few minutes' delicious play of fingers there, during which she
lies quite passive, except for the uninterrupted sucking of her kisses
and an occasional pressure of her hands, I begin with one hand to undo
my clothing. As soon as she see my purpose, she begins to loosen hers. I
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leave her now; her adoring eyes follow me as I mix another drink and
bring it to her. This is a stiff one, but she drinks it off thirstily. Then I
draw her to her feet and whisper to her that I want her naked. I lead
her to a screened corner and, returning to the couch, lay off my own
clothes and sit down to wait.
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LOVE'S ENCYCLOPEDIA
PART ONE
INTRODUCTION.
Necessity for the Book—History of Fucking
While there are numerous books and pamphlets issued on sexual
intercourse, or "fucking" as it is generally known, they are mostly in
the form of stories, and there is no single book published that contains
complete information or advice on this particular question. Every
other science has its textbooks and its lecturers, but the art of fucking is
neglected. Fucking is an art. The mere fact of introducing the cock in
the cunt and moving it in and out until the ejaculation of spunk is not
art. True, it is fucking, but the difference between that way of doing it
and the way it should be done, is like the difference between a child's
first drawing and a picture by the world's greatest painter. Therefore,
this book is necessary, and if followed closely by any couple, will
enable them to enjoy sexual pleasures they had not even dreamed
possible before. This book is a complete manual on sexual indulgence
between man and woman. It is a well-known fact that after a young
couple are married and have fucked for a month or so, they begin to
look around for some way to vary the pleasure, and they try to discover
for themselves the different positions possible in fucking. These
attempts are, for the most part, clumsy, but they show the craving that
nature demands to be satisfied, and it is often years before they learn
the little tricks and secrets that increase their health and pleasure.
Nature intends men and women to fuck Everything in nature fucks.
The flowers, birds, insects, and animals all have sexual intercourse.
Fucking dates back to Adam and Eve, and can be plainly traced down
to Eden. The old Hebrew tribes were great fuckers, the men being
blessed with great vitality. Ten and twelve wives for each man was a
common thing, and it was not counted strange for one of these old-time
men to fuck the whole dozen, one after the other. There was no attempt
to prevent conception. Civilization had not progressed so far, and the
women had babies, one each year. As the human race grew older it
began to look around for means to prevent conception, with the result
that "withdrawing" was hit upon, which still remains the most popular
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method of all. With the discovery of the prevention of conception, the
number of women to a man grew less and less, for it was not necessary
to stop fucking while the woman was bearing children.
The age to begin fucking has always been a question much discussed,
but eminent doctors now agree that there should be no age set, each
person following the dictates of nature in that regard. Some boys and
girls begin to feel this call as early as eight years, while others not until
sixteen or seventeen. Boys, particularly, begin to get the craving when
the stuff begins to descend to their balls, and in some countries, notably
Persia, France, etc., it is a common practice for the women to watch
these young boys carefully and to suck off and swallow the first
seminal fluid that enters their balls, this first emission being highly
beneficial to the women's health and complexion. Some mothers of
young boys even arrange for having them sucked for a year after the
stuff first appears, before they are allowed sexual intercourse, the
sucking strengthening and developing their sexual powers and laying
the foundation for a strong vitality in after years.
It is hoped that a careful perusal of the following pages and strict
attention to the methods, etc., laid down, will show the way for many
couples to complete sexual enjoyment, and this book is dedicated .
couples who seek the true art of fucking.
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CHAPTER I.
Sexual Organs of Man and Woman
Although meant for each other, men and women are constructed in an
entirely different manner, especially regarding their genitive organs,
which particularly distinguish one sex from the other. These organs are
placed at the bottom of the belly, between the thighs.
The sexual organs of the male are composed of a canal covered with
flesh and muscle, forming their mass a member more or less long and
thick and round, springing from a kind of bag of skin containing two
reservoirs, shaped like beans, also more or less large. This canal is
called the urethra, and the entire organ is known as prick, cock, and a
hundred other significant names such as lance, dagger, tool, spear, dan,
etc. The prick grows out of the lower part of the belly between the
man's legs at a spot called the "pubis" which becomes covered with
hair at the age of puberty, which is when the stuff begins to flow into
his balls for the first time. The end of the prick terminates in a kind of
an acorn, split at the end, which is covered with a movable skin which
folds back at will and during fucking, so as to leave the head naked
and render the tickling of the sexual parts of the woman greater when
introduced therein. This head, when the foreskin is drawn back, is
covered with a membrane closely resembling the skin of the lips. This
movable skin is called the "foreskin" and is fastened to the lower part
of the head or acorn by a kind of membrane on one side called the
fraenum, which gets partly ruptured at the first fuck of the man to
permit the foreskin to move backward. This membrane is very delicate
and to stretch it by pulling the foreskin strongly back gives the man
great pleasure. The seat of pleasure is this sensitive top of his prick, and
by caressing it and tickling it you are sure to bring about the emission
of his seed, spunk, or stuff as it is generally called. This stuff is a whitish,
semi-fluidous liquid with a slightly bitter taste, which, when spurted
into the sexual part of woman, operates to fecundate the female. By
this organ the man also pisses.
The bag underneath the prick is nothing more than the prolongation of
the skin of the prick and the insides of the thighs, and this also gets
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hairy at the age of puberty. This bag contains the two reservoirs
mentioned above. These reservoirs are glandular organs about the size
of walnuts, and secrete the spunk or stuff of the male. They are called
testicles or balls. The whole organ of the male swells up and stands out
when the man has fucking desires or when nature wishes that the stuff
in his balls should be voided. It becomes stiff and hard, resembling a
broom handle, and reaches a size from about four inches to eight inches
ordinarily, although some men have pricks twelve inches long, and
some African savages have pricks as thick as an arm and about fifteen
inches long. This stiffening is called an erection, or getting a "hard-on,"
a "cock stand," etc.
The woman's sexual parts are composed of a slit, which is called
"vulva" from the Latin, meaning a doorway. This slit begins at the
bottom of the belly at the pubis, which, as in the male, becomes
covered with hair at the time of puberty or when the menses
commence. This slit terminates near the arsehole. Lifting open the two
large outer lips, we find therein two little tongues or lips, at the summit
of which, the point where they meet at top, is a kind of a little button or
growth of flesh resembling the top of a man's prick, only a good deal
smaller. This is called clitoris, button, etc., and is the sexual enjoyment
in the woman, exactly as the head of the male's prick is for the man.
Beneath this clitoris is a small hole through which the woman pisses,
and beneath this small hole is a larger hole with elastic ridges which is
the entrance to the passage in the woman's body called the vagina.
This vagina extends inward about seven or eight inches to the neck to
the woman's womb, which is the name given to the place in the
woman's body where children are conceived and nourished previous to
birth. This vagina opening is partially stopped up, when the woman is a
virgin, by a thin membrane called the "hymen." The slit of the woman
and all the organs together is called the "cunt," and has many
figurative names such as "pussy," "sheath," "birds-nest," "cave of love,"
etc. The female stuff has no prolific value in conception, but its
emission causes indescribable enjoyment to the woman, and is of great
benefit to the male as it is absorbed into his system when his prick is in
the woman's cunt. Besides the parts above, the female has on her chest
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two half-moons which develop about the age of puberty and become
more or less large with age, filling with milk when the woman is a
mother. These demi-globes vary in size and shape, being sometimes
close together and sometimes wide apart. Each of them has in the
middle a little pink button called nipple. These nipples stand up hard
during sexual enjoyment. The two globes are known as bubbles,
breasts, titties, and charms, this latter word being used to describe all
organs of the woman also.
Fucking is the introduction of the manly prick into the female cunt,
and the action of the couple in moving it in and out until the spunk of
the male is spurted into the woman's vagina.
The woman, however, is often termed "cunt all over" and the contact of
any part of her pleases and excites the man, and her whole body
invites the burning spunk of the male. The benefit of this is described in
another chapter.
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CHAPTER II.
The Five Different Methods of Fucking Described
There are, broadly speaking, five different and distinct methods for a
man and woman to enjoy the pleasures of love. First: Ordinary Fucking;
Second: Bottom or Arse Fucking; Third: French Fucking or Sucking;
Fourth: Hand Fucking or Frigging; and Fifth: Body Fucking.
Absolutely every way that a man and woman together can "fuck"
comes under the head of one of these methods, and to be able to say
that they are true disciples of love, no man or woman should slight or
neglect any one of these methods. We will take up, in the order given,
each of the five methods named, and describe them carefully.
A general rule applies to those wishing to enjoy themselves fully. All
intercourse should occur in a cozy, secret nook, safe from surprises and
prying eyes. There should be a soft carpet or rug, a good spring bed (not
too soft), a low couch or sofa, an armchair and ordinary chairs, and
plenty of pillows and cushions. There should, if possible, be running
water in the room, plenty of towels, several sponges, some perfume, and
something to eat and drink Last of all, the man and woman should strip
absolutely naked, for that is the only costume suitable for true fuckers.
THE ORDINARY
The woman lies on her back, on a bed or anywhere else. She opens her
legs and thighs, and receives between them her lover, who kneels
between the knees of the girl. The man then leans over, supporting
himself on his hands near the woman's shoulders. They are now belly to
belly. The woman now reaches down and, taking the man's stiff
standing prick in her hand, places it at the entrance of her cunt. The
man then stretches out to full length on the woman, pushing his prick
into her cunt at the same time, until his chest rests upon her breasts. The
woman then throws her arms around the man's neck and also places
her legs and thighs over his loins. The couple then push up and down
slowly and steadily, the man's cock slipping in and out of the woman's
cunt until the spermatic outbreak, the woman shooting first, if possible,
and the man last, if not possible for them to shoot together. At the
approach of the sensations which precede the seminal spurting, the
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couple should fuck violently until the stuff spurts, when the man
should bury himself as far as possible in the woman and not remove his
prick until every drop of sperm has been voided from his balls. This
latter remark will apply to all sexual intercourse no matter how done,
subject however to the remarks contained in Chapter 5 relating to the
prevention of conception.
BOTTOM OR ARSE FUCKING
The woman kneels on the bed on her hands and knees, her arse
standing out, the man back of her, which brings his prick on the level
with the woman's arse, into which he inserts it. Leaning over the
woman's back a little, he should pass one hand around her body and
while fucking her bum should tickle and rub her cunt, and with the
other hand rub and press her bubbies, tickling the little pink nipples at
the same time. Until the woman's arsehole is sufficiently large to admit
the man's prick, it should be thoroughly saturated with olive oil or
Vaseline. The head of the man's prick should always be also
thoroughly anointed with Vaseline. The entrance should never be
made by violence, but with great care, and more than two inches of
prick should never be inserted. There are numerous couples who have
never experienced the pleasures of arse fucking, who are afraid that
the large male member would hurt in entering their arseholes. By
using the precautions mentioned above, an entrance can easily be
accomplished, although it may take three or four connections before
the woman's hole is open enough to permit the easy insertion of the
prick No matter how large this hole becomes, the man's prick should
be anointed previous to entrance to make the pleasure greater.
FRENCH FUCKING
This is the name given to the method of intercourse obtained by the
sucking of the cock and cunt by the man and woman, and derives its
name from the fact that it is the universal practice of French men and
women. The original way of sucking is known as "69" from the fact that
these two numbers represent the position of the couple while doing it.
There are several variations of positions in this, as well as in every other
one of the five methods. These variations are described in Chapter VII.
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The woman lies on her back in bed, her thighs open and her knees
uplifted. The man straddles over her on his knees facing her feet, the
woman's head being between his thighs. He then stretches out to his
full length, supporting himself on his elbows which come at the side of
her hips, his face being hidden between her thighs. Passing his hands
under her arse he gently opens the lips of her cunt and places his
mouth upon it, frisking his stiffened tongue all around the woman's
clitoris. He must also plunge his tongue as far into the interior of her
cunt as he can, sucking the clitoris and drawing it up into his mouth,
being careful that his teeth do not come into contact with it and hurt
the woman. During this time the woman should with one hand place
his stiff prick in her mouth, nibbling and sucking it, tickling the
fraenum and ruby head with her tongue, holding the foreskin tightly
back With the other hand she should tickle, caress, press, and dangle
the man's balls, the root of the prick not entirely in her mouth, and last
but not least his bottomhole. This should be continued until the
approach of the essence of love, when the woman should suck madly at
the throbbing prick as if trying to get it all down her mouth, and the
man at the same time should return the pleasure by doing the same to
his partner, drawing the clitoris into his mouth while pulling at the
entire cunt with all his power. Thus each receives into the mouth the
spunk of the other without quitting their post until the discharge is
complete and the reservoirs dry, either swallowing, or rejecting
afterwards, the divine liquid so voluptuously emitted.
FRIGGING
Frigging is the manipulation by the hands of a man and woman upon
each other's sexual organs, and is one of the most popular sexual sports,
being used largely in places more or less public where any other
method of sexual enjoyment would be too conspicuous. It is one of the
most delightful forms of sex enjoyments, which explains its universal
use. The proper way is as follows, although there is no end of positions a
couple can take, as long as they are able to reach each other's genitals
with one or both hands. The man and the woman are seated on the
edge of the bed, couch, bench, or in fact anywhere. The man should be
seated on the right side of the woman. He puts his left hand around her
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waist and mauls her bubbles, and under her arse to press her bottom.
With his right hand he gently opens the lips of the woman's cunt and
tickles her clitoris with one finger, pushing it in and out and around in
every direction. He should also moisten his thumb and index finger
and, pressing his thumb on the clitoris, insert his index finger into the
woman's vagina. Then rapidly and lightly he moves his fingers thus
placed backwards and forwards, first gently and then faster until the
discharge appears. The man's nails should be cut short and well filed
with wax, all ragged edges being carefully smoothed in order not to
injure the delicate lining of the woman's vagina. A finger of a kid glove
is often placed on the man's index finger with good effect.
The woman on her part takes her lover's stiff standing prick in her right
hand and shakes it softly and voluptuously. She uncovers the sensitive
head by drawing down the foreskin and pulling it up again, gently at
first and then quicker, tightening her grasp so as to stretch the fraenum
by drawing down the skin towards the root. During this time her left
hand should press her lover's balls with a soft grasp, caressing the bag
and its contents. She can also moisten her thumb and gently rub the
ruby head of the throbbing prick as she is shaking it with her right
hand, but the man's balls should be in her left hand when she shoots.
All during this combat the couple should kiss and press against each
other until, with many tender sighs, they spurt their burning spunk into
each other's hands, continuing their mutual manipulating until all the
sperm is out of their respective organs. It will be seen in putting this
method in practice that it is possible to fuck faster and more furiously
than under any other method, no matter how young or vigorous the
couple may be. In fact, the object of frigging is to begin gently at first
and work up to a furious pace, until at the final emission the man's
spunk is spurted violently to a great height and the woman gushes a
generous quantity into her lover's hands, both experiencing the
highest possible form of sexual feeling.
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BODY FUCKING
This way is really for the men alone, for the male is the only one who
can get pleasure out of this method. However, Chapter VII describes
various combinations of body fucking with sucking and frigging, in
which the woman joins, gaining as much pleasure as the man.
However, we give here the original method of body fucking.
The woman lies on her side on the bed; the man alongside her bum
being pressed up against his belly. The man then slips his prick
between her thighs, close up to her cunt, and fucks her between her
snowy columns as if he were in her cunt or arsehole. To heighten the
illusion he plays with and feels all her charms, her bubbles and cunt,
and she, twisting her head around towards him, gives his her mouth to
kiss, while she tightens her thighs, moving them gently together to
excite by the touch of her smooth skin the imprisoned prick which rubs
against the hair of her cunt while her round white arse warms the
man's belly. The woman can wet a finger and tickle and rub the ruby
head as it appears from time to time at each thrust on his part between
her legs. Such a combination soon forces his sluice gates to open, and
quickly the woman feels his hot sperm bursting from his prick between
her legs. This position is recommended for men wishing to fuck very
young girls who are too small for an actual penetration of a prick, and
should be used in this case in connection with sucking and frigging.
While the above descriptions give the five original methods of sexual
intercourse, there are numerous variations which add to the zest and
pleasure of the act. These are described in Chapter VII. There is but
one rule to follow in doing the above, and it is that no true loving
couple can well afford to slight any one of the above methods, and
should use all with equal frequency.
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CHAPTER III.
Why Fucking Is Necessary
Fucking and Health Fucking and Beauty
A few moments' serious consideration on the subject of sexual
intercourse will convince anyone of its absolute necessity to the
welfare of the human race. Fucking is a part of nature, and is designed
not only to increase the population, but for the complete development
of man. Everything in nature fucks one way or the other. The male
sperm of flowers is blown by the wind to the ovaries of female flowers,
resulting in seed for a new flower. Insects, bugs, birds, fish, all animals
have sexual intercourse. Civilization has developed the mind of man,
and the mind has developed the art of intercourse to its present high
state of perfection. No part of the human body is of any less importance
that the other, consequently it is right for a man to seek to develop his
sexual powers in proportion to the progress he makes in developing his
other powers.
Fucking is healthful. No single organ has more effect upon the human
system than the organ of generation. We are strong or weak in ratio to
the strength of these organs. Look at any perfect specimen of manhood
or womanhood, and you will find that their sexual capacity is
practically unlimited; of course, everyone cannot be perfect, but by
more careful attention to these parts, life can be made happier and
more pleasurable than if no care or attention is paid to these priceless
organs which nature has given you. The benefit of fucking is no better
illustrated than by watching any newly married couple. Beginning a
few weeks after marriage, it is noticed that the man is becoming
stouter and better looking, with the flush of health upon his cheeks. His
step is lighter and his eyes shine with the light of determination. The
woman at the same time begins to change. Her breasts begin to fill out
and her bottom becomes rounder, while her whole body takes on a
more dignified air. Everyone knows that a young couple just married
are continually fucking, but even though inclined to do so to excess,
they perform the act regularly, which is the secret of good health. This
continues for a varying number of months, but all roast beef at a feast
in time loses its piquancy. This is where the science of fucking should
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be applied. Those who utilize the five methods outlined in Chapter II
lose none of the zest of the act; in fact they are tremendously
strengthened and are able to fuck during their whole married life with
as much pleasure as though still on their honeymoon.
It is a well known fact that the male sperm or stuff has certain medical
and healthful properties. Famous singers have found that the best way
to keep their marvelous voices fresh and clear is by sucking a man's
prick, the hot stuff spurting through their vocal cords strengthening
them and making the voice softer and richer. At the same time, the
exercise of sucking brings into play certain muscles of the neck and
throat that are otherwise slight, and the sperm whitens the teeth. Many
women vary the swallowing of the stuff by pulling the prick from their
mouths at the critical moment, receiving the essence of love spurting
on their faces, necks, or busts. This makes the skin soft and white,
removes freckles and blackheads, and keeps them from having a
sallow or muddy complexion. There are hundreds of women whose soft
white hands are the envy of their friends, and who attribute the fact to
the practice of frigging and allowing the stuff to bathe their hands. The
woman's stuff is as beneficial to the man for the same reason. The
French people have the reputation of being the handsomest of any,
their complexion being kept in condition by means of sucking, and
from which fact the term "French fuck" is obtained. There is practically
no taste to the sperm of the man and woman, aside from a slight salty
one. It is not unpleasant. On the contrary, it is agreeable or sucking
would not be in such favor. It is not necessary for the woman to swallow
the stuff to gain its benefits, although the benefits are quicker when
swallowed. The mere fact of the prick being in her mouth gives her
great benefit. A five-minute suck each day, even without bringing on
the man's emission, will do wonders with the complexion and throat. A
favorite method is to precede each fuck with a short suck.
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CHAPTER IV.
How to Seduce Young Women,
Newly Engaged and Married Women.
How Older Women Seduce Young Men
Women are queer creatures, and are particularly strange in sexual
matters. To the man who makes up his mind to fuck a certain woman,
however, there is no such word as fail, and there is no reason why he
should not be successful provided he goes at the matter in a careful,
systematic way.
We will take first an ordinary girl of from eighteen years old and
upwards. From eighteen to about twenty-five she is a curious creature
and anxious to absorb knowledge of sexual facts. As long as parents
persist in keeping children ignorant of fucking, just so long will it be
easier for men to seduce young women, for it is only natural that they
should seek to know the meaning of the fires that are burning in them.
The first thing a man must do is to become well acquainted with the
object of his endeavour. This he can do by taking her to various places
of amusement, etc. After a few weeks of this (the time can best be
judged by the man himself), he should begin to take little liberties. If
they are sitting side by side in a secluded spot, he could rest his hand
unconsciously upon her knee while talking, and place his arm around
her. If she will permit him to kiss her at this time, so much the better,
but the true pursuer never rushes things, for the pleasure to be
experienced from fucking a virgin more than compensates for the
delay. A young woman is excited by bodily contact. The more the man
can get her to lean against him the better, and he should also lean on
her, if possible over her in the position preliminary to fucking.
Numerous kisses and hugs will work a young woman up to fever heat,
and by kissing her in her mouth and tickling her tongue with his, he
excites her sexual instinct more than anything else. He should also
mould her bubbies, and if she permits that his hand should go under
her clothes. If this should cause her any uneasiness, laugh it off and kiss
her. She will probably be in such a heat that she will let it pass. Then
place your hand up further until it reaches her cunt. If she objects, tell
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her it will not harm her. Most young women will not permit the prick to
be inserted, for they are afraid of the consequences. It is then up to the
man to convince the woman that there is such a thing as fucking
without getting babies. He should describe the pleasure of the act to
her. He should beg to be permitted to show her how it is done without
doing it. She will probably let him do this, and he should press his prick
to her cunt in the fucking position, kissing her with the tongue at the
same time. This will probably be all that is necessary, for the woman
will do the rest, shoving her arse around until the prick begins to slide
in. A man who succeeds in fucking a woman this way should use every
precaution to keep her from getting in the family way by withdrawing
his prick at the first approach of the final seminal spasm, and shooting
outside. He owes this to the woman.
Another way to obtain the object is for the man to become acquainted
with the woman as before, and after taking her out several times,
propose a little supper party with some friends. He must hire a private
dining room and ask the waiter to treat them solicitously. At the
appointed time he can take the woman here, and after waiting for the
friends (who of course will not show up, not being invited) proceed to
dine alone with her. He should see that she drinks plenty of wine, it
being a good idea to have some strong whiskey mixed with whatever
drink she takes to hasten the result It won't be long before she is more
than a little tipsy. The man now has the woman at his mercy, but he
should take care to get her passions aroused the same as explained
previously before fucking her, though it will not take as long. She will
probably make no great objection, being under the influence of drinks,
and it will be an easy matter to get the prick into the cave of love it has
been waiting and longing to enter.
The fucking women engaged to be married is a different matter, as
they are reluctant to betray their intendeds. Many men prefer these
women to all others ones, on account of the challenge. Unmarried
women will permit fewer liberties than married ones, so the man must
first become very thoroughly in their confidence. It is then an easy
matter to get them to go to a room you have engaged, and a few glasses
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of champagne will work wonders. Unmarried women are very eager to
know sexual facts, and you should talk along those lines, showing them
pictures of men and women fucking and sucking. Allow them to
examine your prick, and suck them to show how it feels. It is then an
easy matter to get them to suck you, which they will do to the queen's
taste. Unless the woman is not a virgin, a man should not attempt to
fuck her in the ordinary way, but rather employ her to suck him.
However, an unmarried woman who is willing makes good fucking,
but the entrance should be made with tenderness, and plenty of
Vaseline should be used to help the insertion.
Married women are less difficult to get to fuck than any others, on
account of the fact that they have no fears of losing a maidenhead, and
generally know how to avoid having babies. However, the only
married women who fuck with other men are those dissatisfied with
their own partners, and the man should look for these only. Young
wives of old husbands are good hunting grounds, or wives who go out
all the time without their husbands. A little attention to these women
is often appreciated, although care should be taken that the husband
is not aware of it, and it is an easy matter to suggest fucking to them on
account of their knowledge of it. The pleasure is greater, too, for "stolen
fruit is the sweetest."
Women are not the only persons seduced. Many women seduce men
younger than they are (older ones not needing any seduction) and use
them to good advantage. A young boy is generally not as particular
about exposing his privates as a woman is, and it is only a matter of the
woman getting him in a room alone with her. She should be pleasingly
dressed and attempt to coax the man to come to bed with her. A good
way to begin is to play the game of "touch." The object of this game is
for the woman and man and to pull the covers over them, and touch
each other on different parts of the body without the other stopping
them. The man's efforts will be directed to almost any part of the
woman's body, but the woman should gradually lead toward his prick
This game will become very exciting, during which the covers will fall
from them. The woman then should offer to make love to the man. This
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probably will have its effect, and she should then suck his prick It will
get stiff and hard. It is an easy matter to get him to fuck her then. If the
man is young and vigorous, he will maintain an erection as long as the
woman desires, while she can shoot to her heart's content. It is an easy
matter to train an inexperienced man to suck her after a beginning is
once made, and many happy hours can be spent in this delicious
pastime, the woman sucking the man at the same time.
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PART TWO
CHAPTER V.
The Best Method of Preventing Conception
Now we come to the most important chapter in the book, "The
Prevention of Conception." There are thousands upon thousands of
women who never fully enjoy fucking on account of the fear of
"getting caught," resulting in the dreaded swelling behind the navel
which rarely goes down under nine months. There is no reason in the
world why the prevention of conception should not be more fully
known. If we were given our sexual organs merely for the purposes of
creating babies, our men and women would have to be contented with
but one connection every year, presuming that each time they fucked,
a child was the result. No sane person can agree that fucking is meant
for this one purpose. Our sexual organs were given us to use, they are as
much a pan of our systems as our hearts, stomachs, etc. Consequently
there must be some means to prevent conception, and the following
methods are given and recommended as harmless and efficient.
Abortion is a crime and works untold misery on the health of the
woman who practices it. It is not necessary, for with proper precautions
there is no danger of getting in the family way. The pleasures of
fucking more than compensate the partners for any little
inconvenience they may undergo to prevent conception, and the
person who is either too careless or lazy to take precautions either
should not fuck or else should be satisfied with having one baby every
eleven or twelve months.
The principle of conception is simple and should be understood by
everyone. Once each month, in a woman, a minute egg or ovum
descends upon her ovaries into her womb. This is accomplished by a
flow of blood called "menses" or "monthlies." This egg remains in the
womb for an indefinite period; in some women it passes off, or is dried
up, in a week and in some not until fifteen or twenty days. If doing the
time this egg is in the woman's womb she is fucked and some of the
man's sperm (no matter how small the quantity) succeeds in entering
her womb, she is "caught" and a new being is started by the action of
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his sperm upon her egg. It is not necessary for her to "come" or "shoot"
during the connection. She can even be unconscious and get caught.
From this it is seen that by keeping the sperm from entering the
woman's womb, conception cannot take place. Consequently by
fucking the "French Way" (sucking), by "Frigging," or by any of the
"Body Fucking" methods, the man's prick does not enter the woman's
cunt at all and there is no opportunity for the sperm to enter her womb.
"Bottom Fucking" can also be indulged in without danger.
However, for those who do not wish to confine themselves to any of the
above methods, the following means of preventing conception are
given.
WITHDRAWING
The easiest and simplest means of keeping from having babies, and a
method which has been used ever since the world began, is called
"Withdrawing." The name is self-explanatory and I doubt whether
there is a single married couple in the entire universe who have not
used this method time and time again. The man should continue to pull
in and out slowly until he feels the approach of the vital fluid. He
should not wait until the first spurt of the hot stuff, but should pull out
when he begins feeling the symptom of its approach. If the man is
fucking in the usual position, that is, lying on the woman, the woman
underneath, he should raise himself from her on his arms, so that only
their stomachs are connected In this position it is clear for her to grab it
in her hand and he, after pulling out, to shove his prick in a position
over the woman's stomach. This leaves it clear for her to grab it in her
hand and continue the pleasure for the man by frigging him until the
stuff spurts, receiving the liquid in her palm, on her stomach or breasts
or where ever it might go. This only intensifies the pleasure to the
woman, for a normal woman is glad to feel her lover's sperm upon her
body, and takes pleasure in making him shoot as large a quantity as he
can by gently squeezing his balls while frigging his prick, the
squeezing making him spurt an enormous amount and to a greater
distance than ordinarily. An enjoyable way to practice withdrawing is
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for the woman to get on top while fucking, and the man underneath.
At the approach of the stuff, the man tells the woman, and she pulls her
arse backwards, which makes his prick slip out Sliding down about six
inches, she again lies flat upon him, breast to breast. The man's prick is
now tightly pressed between his and his partner's stomach, where they
continue their movements until the stuff spurts out. In this position the
pleasure is greater by feeling the sticky stuff moistening their bodies.
The Syringe
Under this method the fuckers enjoy themselves to their heart's
content in any position, until the man shoots. Then, without a moment's
delay, the woman must jump up and syringe herself out In doing this, a
fountain syringe is best This should be filled, before the couple go into
action, with cold water to which has been added a solution of two
tablespoons of powdered borax in a cup of cold water, dissolved. Three
drops of carbolic acid can be substituted for the borax if desired; or two
tablespoons of vinegar can also be utilized. In this method, while
shooting, the man should lie perfectly still, at the same time drawing
his prick about half of its length. By doing this there is less chance of
the stuff spurting into the woman's womb before she can syringe it out
of her. Be sure that the woman gets up immediately, for the success of
this method lies in syringing the man's stuff out before it reaches the
womb.
CONDOMS
A condom is a thin India-rubber tube, closed at one end, the exact size
and shape of a male prick. They are to be placed on the prick
immediately before fucking, and serve to keep the man's sperm in this
covering at the critical moment. They are so thin that they interfere
but little with the man's pleasure and none at all with the woman's.
They are for sale by nearly all drugstores, and cost from two to five
dollars per dozen, or twenty-five to fifty cents each. They should be
blown up before using to guard against any pinholes which would
allow the stuff to enter the woman while shooting, for unless this is
done, their use is a delusion and a snare. It is wise to remove them at
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once after intercourse and blow them up together with the stuff to see
whether a hole has been worked in them during fucking. However,
there is small danger of this, provided the couple take things easy and
do not fuck furiously. They should be washed in cold water within a
short time after using, carefully dried, and dusted with talcum powder.
As the man's prick in this method does not touch any part of the girl, to
make a perfect fuck she should suck him previous to his pulling the
condom on, but not enough to make him shoot. This will moisten his
prick and render the act more enjoyable to him.
INTERVALS
Bearing in mind the principle of conception, how the egg in the female
passes from her or is dried up and worthless after a certain number of
days from her "monthlies," it is a scientific and medical truth that if she
be fucked between the time this egg is worthless and up to a few days
previous to her next monthlies, she cannot get in the family way.
Consequently the couple can fuck without any precautions whatever
during this time without danger. However, as the time varies with each
girl, the method is not absolutely safe, but the average time the egg is
worthless in the girl is twelve days after her monthlies, and up to five
days previous to her next. The only way to be sure of the exact time of a
particular girl is by experimenting, but as such experimenting would
probably result in several babies, it is better to use some other means of
prevention.
SPONGES
These are made expressly for the purposes of prevention of conception,
"sanitary sponges." These are small silk sponges, the size of a walnut, to
which are attached silken strings. These sponges should be soaked in a
weak solution of vinegar and water and inserted by the woman up her
vagina immediately previous to intercourse, the string being left
outside. To be of any effect, the male sperm must be pure and
unadulterated when entering the womb. The purpose of the sponge is
to catch the spurted stuff, and to render any that might get past it
worthless by mixing it with the acid of the vinegar. These sponges can
be made by anyone. All that is necessary is to purchase a small silk
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sponge at any drugstore, cut it to the size desired, sew two or three silk
threads securely to it, and it is ready for use. It is needless to say that
they should be thoroughly cleaned after using.
PESSARIES
In almost any drugstores can be purchased a soft rubber pessary, which
is a rubber cap designed to clasp over the neck of the womb. By the use
of a pessary, a couple can fuck at will, knowing that no matter how
often the man may shoot, the pessary will prevent any of the stuff from
entering the girl's womb. These pessaries are removed a few days
previous to the monthlies, and put in place a day or so after. Their use is
not universal on account of the difficulty in placing them on the womb,
very few women knowing exactly how to tell where the mouth of the
womb is found. However, society people, actresses, and those who are
acquainted with some friendly doctor who will do the job, use them
exclusively. The pessaries cost anywhere from two to four dollars each
and last years.
TURNED WOMB
This is a physical prevention of conception. If a girl's womb is out of
place, so that the neck or mouth, instead of being in the vagina, is
pressing to either side or has fallen to the back, conception is not
possible, for the womb, in turning, doubles on itself and prevents
anything from entering it Consequently the man's stuff cannot
penetrate either, and no precautions are necessary. Although a girl
with a turned womb suffers cramps during her menses, she would
rather have this pain than to be obliged to have babies.
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CHAPTER VI.
The Wedding Night.
How to Prepare For It and
How to Fuck the First Time.
Restoring Virginity
More disappointment is experienced by young people on their
wedding night than almost any other time. It is a common thing for a
woman and man to approach this time of the first fuck without the
least possible preparation, and consequently they are at a loss to
explain the reason for their disappointment in not finding they first
fuck as delightful as anticipated. To a girl, the first fuck is generally
something she looks forward to with a certain dread, although her
whole body and being is crying out for it. To the ordinary mind, the first
fuck suggests violence in breaking the maidenhead and the girl
generally shrinks from this pain. However, the first fuck can be made
to give even more pleasure than any other by a couple who are in
entire sympathy with each other. If done right, the slight pain
accompanying the breaking of the girl's maidenhead will only make
the bliss greater, provided the man takes the precaution to work her
passions up to fever heat, which the majority of newly wedded men do
not think necessary.
It would be well on the girl's part, for a week previous to her wedding
night, to bathe her cunt, and especially her maidenhead and the parts
adjacent thereto, with olive oil or melted Vaseline, repeating this
operation every day. This will soften the membrane and render its
breaking an easy matter. No wise man will fuck a girl the first time
without preliminary steps to excite her. After undressing and getting
in bed, it is an easy matter to arouse passion through the medium of
kissing, hugging, and feeling, the kisses being especially given with
the man's tongue inside the woman's mouth, tickling her tongue. His
hand should rub her breasts, tickling the nipples, and should wander
down to her cunt, caressing the button with his finger. A few minutes of
this will make the girl anxious for the real thing. The man should then
get up and anoint his stiff prick with a liberal supply of Vaseline. Do
not be stingy with it, but put it on thick All that is necessary to be so
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lubricated is the head of the prick, the foreskin being pulled back and
the Vaseline applied directly to the naked head. A dab of Vaseline on
the girl's cunt at the entrance to her vagina will be of help also. The
first fuck should always be done in the position described in Chapter II
under the heading "Ordinary" as the various positions described in
Chapter VII can only be done after the woman's cunt is open enough to
receive the man's prick easily. During this first fuck the woman should
continue to hold the man's prick, guiding it in, and the man should not
attempt to break the maidenhead by one mighty thrust, as that will
tear the delicate skin surrounding it and make the girl too sore. With
her guiding his stiff tool in, they should gently move their asses in
uniform motion, the man going in no further than the girl will allow
him. By this method the prick slips easily into place, the breaking of
the maidenhead only increasing the pleasure of the girl. The man
should not seek to bury his prick to the balls in the woman the first
time, as it will take two or more fucks before the prick will be able to
unfold the closed vagina and open the canal.
The advantage of taking time to do first fucking properly is this. If the
entrance is made through violence, and the maidenhead broken and
the entire canal opened at one thrust of the prick, the pain to the
woman will be always remembered to the man's discredit, while at the
same time the action will injure the delicate muscles of the mouth and
length of the vagina. Consequently the woman's hole becomes too
large, and before long, the muscles not being there to react, the man's
prick will fit loosely therein. On the other hand, if care is taken at the
first intercourse, the muscles always remain firm, and all subsequent
fucks are greatly enhanced by the muscles of the woman's vagina
holding the man's inserted prick in a tight, throbbing embrace during
the entire screw.
It is not a bad idea for couples engaged to be married to come to a full
understanding regarding their sexual life previous to marriage, and a
book like this can be read by them together and followed to great
advantage.
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If a girl has been fucked before marriage and does not want her
husband to know it, she can simulate virginity and completely deceive
the man by syringing herself with a strong solution of alum and water,
beginning several days previous to the wedding day. This will pucker
her cunt up tight and render it hard to insert the prick She should,
while being fucked on the wedding night, hold herself tightly together
to render it more difficult for the man to enter, and at the same time
complain of the pain, acting, as nearly as she can remember, the same
as the time she lost her maidenhead.
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CHAPTER VII.
Thirty-Two Variations of Fucking Described.
Variety is the spice of life. This is true in all human relationship, but
more particularly in the sexual connection, and no man or woman can
say they have got the best out of fucking until they have done the act
in all its various positions. In this chapter we give all the principal
variations, but these can be increased one hundred per cent by any
couple. All that is necessary to be done is to use the ones cited here as a
basis, and by slightly changing the position of the body or of the leg, a
different position is obtained with different effects.
In Chapter II you will find the original positions in each of the five
methods of fucking, so the following are but variations of these. Each of
the following positions is given in a clear, concise manner, and the
enjoyment of the lovers and their movements are left to the reader's
imagination.
ORDINARY REVERSED
The man lies on his back. The woman straddles over him on her knees
facing his head, and settles down, guiding the prick a short distance in
her cunt. She then lies down at full length on the man, chest to chest.
The man throws his legs over her thighs and both go to work.
THE TROT
The man lies on his back and the woman straddles over him as in the
previous position, but after inserting the prick, instead of lying down
she remains upright, rising up and down on her knees as though on
horseback, the man raising his arse in motion with the woman.
THE SQUAT
Similar to the "Trot" excepting that instead of being on her knees, the
woman is square over the man on her feet, her knees being up against
her bubbies.
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BACK VIEW
Similar to the "Trot" only instead of facing the man's head the woman
faces his feet on her knees. This position enables the woman to press
and dangle the man's balls during the action.
THE ELASTIC CUNT
Similar to the "Back View" with the exception that once the
connection is made the woman must lean forward over the man's legs,
her head over his feet, supporting herself on her hands. The man has a
fine view of his manly tool moving in and out of the cunt, which
conforms to this position as though it were made of some elastic
substance.
COCK-HORSE
The man lies on his back on a fairly high, narrow bench, the woman
straddling him, and inserting the prick. The woman's legs should be
dangling in the air on each side of the bench. The man moves his ass up
and down while the woman wiggles from side to side.
COCK-HORSE REVERSED
Same as above, only the woman faces the other way towards his feet
This position enables her to dangle the man's balls, which gives added
pleasure to both.
THE BULL'S EYE
The woman sits on the edge of a table, leaning backwards on her
hands. The man gets between her legs and, grasping each by the ankle,
raises them up, bending the legs backwards until the woman's bull's
eye is seen to perfection, into which the man inserts his prick, still
holding her legs in position until the shooting has ended.
WINNOWING ON THE STOMACH
The woman lies on her stomach on the table, her arse and legs over the
edge. The man gets between her legs, and tucking one under each arm,
inserts his prick from underneath her cunt. He then shoves sturdily up
and down, raising his partner's wiggling ass in the air at each thrust.
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WINNOWING ON THE BACK
Similar to the above, only in this position the woman should lie on her
back. The man then has a fine view of his sweetheart's bubbies and
hairy crack during the winnowing process.
LAZY STYLE
The woman lies on her left side in bed facing the man, who lies on his
right side facing her and close up against her. The man raises his hips,
and the woman pushes her left leg under him, so that he is resting on it
with his waist on the right side. She then throws her right leg over his
left hip. This brings her cunt against his prick and he inserts the tool in
its proper place. They can now fuck side by side. All is pleasure
without any weight to support.
ORIGINAL DOG FASHION
The woman gets on her hands and knees in the bed, and the man
kneels behind her arse. He then inserts his prick in this position. After a
short distance of it is in place, he leans over the woman, who should
squat down, being careful, however, to keep her bum in the air. She can
then reach one hand backward and dangle the man's balls.
DOG FASHION STANDING
The woman is on her feet, leaning over and holding onto the back of a
convenient chair. The man stands behind her arse thus prettily exposed
and insets his prick underneath into her cunt in this position.
DOG FASHION LYING
The woman lies on her right side in bed, the man lying on his right side
directly behind her so that her bum is warming his belly. He lifts her
left leg and inserts his prick into the willing crack from behind, letting
the leg fall back in place when connection is complete. His hands can
then rummage all over the woman's body, tickling her titties and hairy
slit.
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THE SPIKED CHAIR
The man sits on a chair. The woman straddles over him facing him, and
settles down on his prick. When connected, she stretches her legs out
behind the chair, and they both move their bottoms in unison.
THE SPIKED CHAIR REVERSED
Same as the previous position, with the exception that the woman
straddles over the man the other way, her arse coming against his
stomach. When connected, the woman leans forward supported by the
man's arm, and stretches out her legs behind the chair.
THE NAILED WOMAN
Same position as for the "Spiked Chair," but when the man's prick is in
its warm nook he must place his arms under the woman's knees from
the inside and lift them up, placing his hands on her hips. The woman is
thus nailed to the man by his prick.
"T" UPSIDE DOWN
The man sits up in bed, his legs stretched out full length in front of him.
The woman straddles over his thighs, and inserts his dagger into her
cunt, stretching out her legs to full length behind the man. They then
embrace each other, shoving their asses back and forth. This position
resembles a capital "T" upside down, from which it derives its name.
"T" LYING DOWN
The woman lies on her back in bed, her knees up. The man lies
crossways underneath her upraised knees on his right side, his prick at
her cunt, and her knees over his left hip. Their bodies are now at right
angles to each other, resembling a capital "T" lying down.
THE CROSSED SCISSORS
The couple take same position as for "T" lying down. When the
connection is complete, the woman places her right leg which is over
the man's hip in the previous position, between his legs, leaving her left
leg over his left hip. Their legs are now crossed like two pairs of scissors.
This is one of the easiest and most comfortable ways of fucking and is
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such that the prick can be curried to the balls at each thrust without
trouble.
THE SHARPSHOOTER
The man lies on the bed with his right knee uplifted and the other leg
stretched out straight. The woman mounts him crossways, putting her
right knee on the bed, placing her folded leg underneath his uplifted
knee, and passing her left leg and thigh above the man's left thigh, her
foot pointing to the edge of the bed. This brings her cunt above the
man's prick half dog fashion and she settles down upon it. The woman is
now in the position of a sharpshooter resting on one knee with the
other uplifted.
THE TOAD
The woman lies on her back on the bed, her legs bent upwards with her
knees touching her bubbles, her heels on her ass, taking as little space
as possible. A large pillow should be under her if possible. The man
kneels at her feet and inserts his prick in her hairy crack, and then
bends over, resting his chest on her bended legs.
REVERSED "69"
Chapter II gives the original position of French fucking or "69." To
reverse it, it is only necessary for the man to lie on his back, the woman
straddling over him with her cunt on his mouth, facing his feet She
then pops his upright dagger into her mouth while he plunges his
tongue into her cunt.
LAZY "69"
The couple lie full length on the bed side by side, but facing each
other, the man's head at her thighs and the woman's head at his thighs.
The man lifts up the woman's uppermost thigh and inserts his head
between them, placing his mouth on her cunt, while she does the same
to him, putting his prick in her mouth. All is pleasure without any
weight to support in this position.
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THE SETTING HEN
The man lies at full length on his back in bed. The woman straddles
over his face, facing him, and settles her cunt down on his face, resting
on her knees. He sucks her at ease, while the woman reaches behind
her and artfully frigs the man's upright prick.
THE REAL SUCK
The man sits on the edge of the bed or on a chair. The woman kneels
between his legs and, taking his prick in her mouth, voluptuously sucks
it, tickling and pressing his balls at the same time, until after a few
warning jumps the sperm bursts into her willing mouth. The woman
should not cease her sweet love play until all the man's sperm has been
drawn from his balls, and his prick begins to get limp. There are many
variations of this position. The man can take almost any position, as
long as the woman can reach his prick with her mouth. Many men
prefer to straddle over the woman as they claim they can secure a
better evacuation of sperm when the head of the prick is pointing
downward and many women prefer this way on account of the fact
that the stuff is spurted with greater force down their throats.
THE SELFISH WOMAN
The woman sits on the edge of the bed. The man sits on the floor
between her legs, his legs being extended at full length under the bed.
Taking her legs, he puts one over each shoulder. This brings her cunt on
the level with his mouth and he proceeds to suck her in great style,
supporting her arse with his hands. Some women prefer to lie at full
length instead of sitting up during this exercise.
BAGPIPING
The man sits on the edge of the bed or chair and the woman kneels
between his legs, putting his upright prick between her two bubbies
which she presses tightly around the stiff dagger. The man shoves his
arse up and down while the woman moulds her breasts as though she
were playing a bagpipe, until the hot sperm bursts from the man's
prick, hitting her chin and falling back upon her snowy pillows.
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THE RIDE IN THE VALLEY
The woman lies on her back on a narrow bench. The man straddles over
her, facing her and places his prick between her breasts which he
presses tightly around it. He then fucks her bravely in this position.
THE SPRING
This is the same as the previous position with the exception that the
man faces towards the woman's feet. At the critical moment, his stuff
escapes from between the two snowy hills and runs down her belly to
her hairy forest like a spring, from which this position derives its name.
ARMPIT FUCKING
The woman is seated on a camp-stool or on a chair sideways. The man
stands either in front or behind her and inserts his prick under her arm
close up to her shoulder. The woman presses her arm to her side and the
man shoves sturdily back and forth, until his stuff bathes either the
front or back of his partner. If the man is standing behind the woman,
she can wet a finger and tickle the rosy head of the prick when it
appears at each thrust between her arm and body.
IMITATION BOTTOM FUCKING
The man sits well forward on the bed or chair. The woman backs up to
him, leaning forward, which brings her arse out prominently against
his prick, dog fashion. The man lays his dagger in the crack of her ass,
with its head pointing up her back He then presses the two asscheeks
tightly around the prick so as to make the furrow as narrow as possible,
and proceeds to shove up and down in the groove thus formed until his
sperm bursts up her back, falling down upon her ass.
Every one of the above thirty-two fucking positions is able to be
varied in several ways, and the true fucking couple will endeavour to
modify each position in every possible manner. However, the result is
the same, and the warning throbbing of the man's prick, and the
gasping of the woman's cunt, followed by panting groans and stiffened
bodies, precede the final heavenly outburst of seminal fluids on each
side, after which the couple rest awhile in each other's embrace to
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enjoy to the full the delicious feeling of languor which follows each
vigorous shooting.
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CHAPTER VIII.
How to Get the Most Out of Fucking.
Fucking Hints and Secrets.
How to Get a Boy or a Girl.
There are many men and women who keep on fucking all their lives in
the one, old-fashioned way, and never realize they are not getting all
that is possible out of the sexual act. There are also many other couples
who have carefully gone into sexual matters very deeply with the
result that they have developed the act of copulation to a high state of
perfection. However, these secrets are not common knowledge, there
being up to now no book or pamphlet containing them, and those who
did know them were apt to keep the knowledge to themselves.
In the first place no couple should slight any one of the five methods
described in Chapter II. They should also use all the variations in
Chapter VII, and invent more based on these.
Fucking should be done regularly. Every night is not too much for the
ordinary married couple provided they make use of the principle of
delayed spending or shooting described later.
Each fuck should be at least of one half hour's duration, and should be
extended, if possible, to an hour or two hours continual connection. If a
couple should fuck in the ordinary way, continuing their movements
without stopping until the seminal outburst, the length of the fuck
would be about two minutes, and would leave them unsatisfied. This
provokes them to repeat the operation again and again, which they do
without even experiencing the pleasure obtained by one continual
fuck of the same duration.
A popular method of shooting is for the man to continue his
movements after the first spending until it provokes a second
discharge, without removing his prick from the woman's cunt. To those
who practice withdrawing, the same effect can be obtained by the
woman frigging the man after the first discharge, receiving the second
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one in her hand. Another popular way is for the woman to suck the
man after the first discharge, receiving the second in her mouth.
The most pleasure is experienced in fucking if the couple lie in such a
position as to enable the woman to massage the man's balls during the
action, and especially at the moment of shooting. This forces all the
sperm from his balls and results in a large and plentiful discharge. The
man can also rub the woman's clitoris while fucking her, which makes
her shoot rapidly and frequently, while he is delaying his spending.
Sexual power and desire is increased by the eating of highly spiced
foods, the reading of voluptuous books, and looking at erotic pictures.
Ten to fifteen drops of cantharides (which is a liquid purchasable at
any drug store) will act quickly on the sexual organs, exciting them
and causing a desire to fuck Men often put this drug in women's tea or
other liquid unbeknownst to them, which makes the ladies hot, and
renders their fucking a comparatively easy matter. Bathing the prick
and cunt with cold water frequently will increase the circulation of
blood in these parts and intensify power. Sucking in the French
fucking method also strengthens the organs.
The sexual parts of man and woman are frequently shaved clean of all
hair, especially where sucking is frequently indulged in. In any event,
the hair should be kept clipped very short. Previous to sucking, the
parts should be thoroughly washed (a solution of plain borax and
water being good) and the organs and adjacent body bathed in
perfumed toilet water. This adds to the pleasure of sucking.
A large stiff prick is a thing of joy. To increase its size is an easy matter.
Frequent sucking will make it larger, and to lengthen it, the prick
should be rolled between the palms of the hands as though trying to
stretch it out. The ideal method is for the woman to suck the head
while she rolls the rest of it between her hands as explained.
The electric fuck is a good strength giver. A small medical battery
should be used, the woman holding one handle and the man the other
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during intercourse, or one handle can be pressed against the man's ass
and the other against the woman's, and allowed to remain there
without touching. This produces a thousand delicious ticklings inside
the cunt which are impossible to get in any other way.
A cock massage is a good tonic for the man. He can lie on his back in
bed and the woman gives his cock and balls a good massage, gently
squeezing his balls in her hand while frigging him with the other hand.
These motions should be gentle at first and then harder and harder
until the discharge of his stuff, the woman shaking the man's prick with
a furious motion while pressing his balls with strong firm grasps,
kneading them with her fingers. This should be done to the man once a
week, and acts as both a strengthener to his prick and balls, and a tonic
on his entire body.
The secret of prolonging a fuck is simple. At the first signs of shooting
on the man's part, the couple should stop all movements and lie
perfectly still, the man putting his thoughts on some other subject.
After the danger is past they can begin again, repeating this stopping
at each threatened outburst. This is called "delayed spending" and is
the principal secret of getting the most out of fucking, for by its use the
man can prolong the fuck, allowing the woman to spend in the
meantime as much as she is able.
"Avoided-spending" is the term applied to the practice of fucking
without the man shooting at all. This is done principally by men with
vigorous partners who like to fuck time and time again in quick
succession. By not shooting at all the man is able to accommodate the
woman, as each time he inserts his prick in her cunt is the same as a
new fuck to her. This method is also in great favor with ordinary
couples as a novelty, and is often done when they have a few moments
to themselves, it being an easy matter for the woman to lift her dresses
and receive the stiff dagger for a minute or so knowing that the action
can be discontinued at will.
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"Interrupted-spending" is done by the woman grasping the man's
prick firmly at the base right where the canal comes from the balls into
the prick She presses her fingers firmly around the canal just as the
man is about to spurt. This keeps the stuff in the man's balls, although
his prick throbs and jumps as though he were actually spending.
"All-night fucking" is a very common and frequent occurrence
between married couples and others, and is largely in use by
professional women fuckers. The couple should get in the position of
the "Crossed Scissors" described in Chapter VII, after anointing the
man's prick with a good supply of cold cream. They can then fuck as
usual, using the "delayed shooting" principle described above. They
should rest frequently and snatch a few moments of sleep between
each "go." This can be kept up all night, the man shooting just previous
to getting up in the morning. The benefit lies in the exchange of bodily
electricity through the medium of the connection, and the delicious
exhausted feeling that follows this long activity is the readjustment of
the different organs to the vast amount of energy they have just
received. The longer fucking is continued, the greater the languid
feeling, and the greater the benefit.
Some women get wetter than others during the sexual act, and the
wetter their cunts become the more benefit to both from the fuck. Some
women's vitality is such that before the conclusion of fucking, their
partner's prick is fairly sopping with their stuff, which covers his balls
and runs down bother his legs. This stuff, being absorbed by the man's
prick, is what benefits him in the act.
Many men at times have so much stuff in their balls that is appears
difficult for them to get an erection. To overcome this the woman
should frig him a few moments before intercourse, which will result in
his prick becoming stiff and hard as usual. The theory of this is simple.
The stuff descends to the balls, to be discharged through the prick.
More stuff is being continually generated, and unless that already in
the balls be not drawn off there is no place for it to go except to be
absorbed back into the body. When this latter is the case, it throws the
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man's entire system out of order until the absorption gets in good
working order. Consequently, a man should either fuck regularly or
not at all, for each change from regular fucking to abstinence is a
shock to the man's system. Therefore, monks and men not able to be in
localities with women have a highly organized absorbing system
which relieves their balls from the superfluous sperm, while men who
fuck have a highly organized discharging system which gets rid of the
stuff in the way nature provides it should. It is the changing from one to
the other of these systems that is harmful.
HOW TO FUCK TO GET EITHER BOY OR GIRL BABIES AT WILL
Many prominent doctors, who have given serious study to this
question, have found that boy babies are generated on the right side of
the womb and girl babies on the left. The couple who wish to fuck to
get, say, a boy, must lie in the position of "LAZY STYLE" described in
Chapter VII, with the woman lying on her right side. When the man
shoots he should press tightly against the woman, burying his prick in
her as far as possible and hold it there, the woman, if possible,
massaging his balls. This will insure a tremendous outburst of sperm
which, owing to the woman's position, will fall on the right side of the
woman's womb. The couple should not break the connection after the
man has shot until his prick becomes soft in her, and it is well even to
then keep connected for five minutes longer, at least, so that every
drop of his precious liquid is absorbed by the woman. A girl is
conceived in just the same way, only the woman should lie on her left
side so that the stuff will fall on that side of her womb. After the man
pulls out his prick, if the woman then proceeds to suck him, receiving
the second discharge in her mouth and swallowing it, the baby's
complexion will be clear and white when it is born. The couple should
be careful not to fuck in any other position than the one they started
with all during the first month. When the woman passes her first
period without her monthlies showing up and knows that she is caught,
other positions can be used. The woman should remember that the
more she swallows the man's stuff, the clearer will be the skin of her
child. The man's stuff is also substituted for oil or lard by spurting it on
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the woman's stomach. This renders the skin soft and enables it to stretch
during the development of the stomach.
In conclusion, let us remember the words of the famous poet who said:
You may have good fortune; you may have good luck;
But you'll never have anything as good as a fuck
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THE GOLDEN MEMBER
It may be useful for you gentlemen to read of the genital strengthening
treatment that the doctors subjected me to.
To begin with, I was allowed almost no alcohol. Benedictine or sherry I
was allowed just before a love joust with my dear Alice, she drinking a
similar amount Raw eggs I was encouraged to swallow as often as
possible. I always had three on arising in the morning, flavoured with a
little sherry.
My bowels were kept regular with extreme care and every day I
bathed the genitals with cold water into which a little Florida water
had been sprinkled. My foreskin is a trifle long and I was encouraged
to keep the head of my penis covered with it, so that the rubbing of my
underclothing would not first irritate and then toughen the head, the
idea being to keep it sensitive for the greater pleasure in copulation.
But the penis must be kept scrupulously clean. Borax was occasionally
used in the water to keep the skin soft and tender like that of a baby.
I was allowed to smoke moderately; exercise, but never on horseback;
my mind was kept on sexual matters by means of literature, pictures,
and sensual music.
This then, was my life for five years, and to avoid monotony I was
encouraged occasionally to enchant Nora and Berenice—not to
mention Corinne, with my carefully developed charms.
Nora had surrendered to me her maidenhead on the night of my
arrival at the Brayson mansion, on the outskirts of an English village.
She loved me passionately, despite her purity of soul. In fact, with her
the receiving of my penis into her vagina was a sacred ceremony, to be
done only with intense emotion and exaltation.
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The throes of pleasure into which I invariably threw her were religious
in their nature and it was obvious that the act, to her, was neither
wrong or immoral.
Berenice was more openly lascivious; her greatest joy was to get my
cock into her mouth but this my physician positively forbade except
on rare occasions. While such a method did me no particular harm,
they say it stimulated the nerves to such an extent that constant
practice of it would cause erection, and consequent practice become a
habit so seductive that it might lead to the exclusion of copulation.
Sucking the cock then, according to them, was not in itself any more
injurious than was the emission in the womb, or manual manipulation
by another—but self-manipulation or masturbation I was warned was
fatal to body and mind alike, since the act itself was nerve-wearing to
an excessive degree, the waste not only being compensated for by the
electricity and magnetism of another body, but its frequency, the habit
being once formed, was destructive.
I have spoken of Corinne, the tidy young cook, who first admitted me
into her lady's boudoir. She was not among the nude nymphs that
greeted me and practiced on me the night of my initiation, and when I
remembered to ask Alice about it, she told me that the reason was:
Corinne was deflowered willingly enough by one of my young
domestics, but so violently and brutally had he performed on her, that
she revolted and swears that there is nothing in copulation for her, and
she will never in her present state of mind give in again.
And, she continued, as long as Corinne attends to her regular duties, I
do not care if she is of that mind, and she does you know, sometimes
perform on me. I challenge you to overcome her to pleasure and reseduce
her.
So as this young woman was pretty as well as neat, and had a
practically fine outline of hip and posterior and a peculiar grace in
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walking, indicative of serpentine power, I was nothing loath, but found
that I could make but little headway.
The girl would laugh and jest with me, but would not permit me to
touch her, even refusing to shake hands.
The case seemed hopeless enough until I hit upon a plan that I
confided to Alice. Corinne was a country lass and had never been in
London, so I had Alice send her to the metropolis to do some special
shopping, which would require several days.
She did not know it but the same train that took her to London also
carried me to the city. Once arrived, Corinne was bewildered, not
knowing which way to turn. I watched her without being seen, and
when a policeman on being appealed to recommended her to a hotel
and secured a hansom for her, I followed to the same hotel.
That afternoon Mistress Corinne essayed to do her shopping, but so ill
at ease was she that it was slow work among the crowd of the great
city. This went on for two days and hardly a beginning was made in her
shopping and I could see that the poor girl was desperately lonesome,
as she did not know a single soul in London and, you know, to be alone
in a great strange multitude is the quintessence of loneliness.
So I noted, I presented myself at her apartments on the evening of the
second day and she was hysterically glad to see me, merely because
mine was a familiar face.
I suggested the theatre and she gladly welcomed the diversion. When
again in the carriage after the performance, I hinted at supper and she
again agreed. The driver at my directions drove us to my apartments
that I had previously engaged, fitted up, and in a dainty little dining
room we found a table set for two.
The only other person in the apartment was a discreet waiter. The
supper was a success and so was the champagne—under the influence
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of the latter, Corinne thawed out so that I was able to take her hand
without objection on her part. Here indeed was progress —but the
simple act seemed to arouse her.
It is late and we must be going home! she said: the last course had been
served long before but I had talked against the time and it was now
after two o'clock in the morning. I affected to be as much surprised as
she was and rang the bell—no waiter—I looked out—no carriage—
we were in a strange part of London far from the hotel, what could we
do?
I will sleep on the floor, dressed, and you can use the bed.
But do you think that I will allow that? No! I said, we can share the bed.
Well, I will, if you will promise not to lay a finger on me while we are in
bed—and I do not need to undress.
But you will be so much more comfortable, you had best remove your
outer clothes and corsets.
Corinne was, I must confess, somewhat under the influence of wine she
had taken and I found that she was having difficulty in unlacing her
corsets, so I came to the rescue and before she knew it, I had her in my
arms, passionately kissing her arms, shoulders, and neck.
Why, you promised, she said, as she broke away, flushing.
Silently I began to undress, proceeding slowly; she had made believe
to close her eyes but I knew that she was peeping, so I affected at first
to keep my genitals covered, but in yawning suddenly, being in my
shirt and drawers, I raised high my arms and they separated, raising
the curtain so to speak of a tremendously erect and palpitating cock.
Then, leaving the light burning, I jumped into bed, being careful not to
disarrange the bed clothing. I laid flat on my side of the virtuous chair.
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There I lay for some minutes; at length I felt a small foot touch my
naked leg. I cast a swift look at my bedfellow and caught her peeping
at me. Carelessly I threw an arm over and above her pillow; soon after
a similar movement on her part brought her naked arm across mine.
Her foot advanced up my leg to my knee, her hand gently squeezed
my triceps, then crept down my shoulder and body until its progress
was impeded by the weight of the chair.
Don't you find the chair in the way of your comfort? I asked, and her
reply was a tremulous little sigh. You may remove it and I will trust
you to keep your word.
On this I removed the chair and, getting back into bed, I managed to
lie a little closer to her though it was hard to make no advances.
Again her hand began to explore down my stomach, my thighs, and
finally it convulsively grasped what it had all along pined for.
It was terribly difficult but I managed to lie still, although her curling
fingers about my cock were thrilling me from head to toe. A moment
more and she threw herself upon me, crying out that I would kill her
with desire and not try to stop her sufferings.
Upon this I acted. Kicking off the bedclothes, I exposed her in only a
short chemise. I had on not a stitch of clothes and she did not protest
but clung to my cock. To return the compliment, I felt for her vagina,
while she complacently opened her legs to assist me.
At the first tickle of my fingers on her love temple, she gave a great
heave of her posterior. It was a perfect and complete surrender.
THE END
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