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Subject: Lady Beatrice Pokingham, or, ?They All Do It? (Victorian erotica, with previously unpublished material) 01 of 05

Lady Beatrice Pokingham: Or "They All Do It." (Victorian underground erotica;
with previously unpublished material) (public domain) [01/05]


Introduction from VictorianaBlade

"The Pearl" was a Victorian underground magazine that ran from July 1879 to
December 1880. One story within it was titled "Lady Beatrice Pokingham: Or,
They All Do It."

This torrent contains the Pokingham story with new material that has not
previously been published. Details of the discovery of this new text are given in
the following posts. Since the novella runs to approximately 100,000 words it
has been divided into five sections.

The text came to me from an academic acquaintance who, prior to retirement,
was a moderately well-known academic in a leading British university. He gave
me permission to post the following text after his death.

Important note: Though the content of the story is questionable in terms of
today"s social morality, this is a historical document and is provided on that
understanding. Similarly, "The Pearl" itself, despite its content, is freely available
both online and in printed form. Mainstream sites such as Amazon sell it.


Introduction based on communication with the editor of the text.

The text below is a transcription from a previously unknown collection of papers
and letters associated with the Victorian underground magazine "The Pearl."

This was found in 2016 in a section of uncategorized documents among the
stacks of the Bodleian Library. It was not recorded on any library database and
accordingly the finder assumes it has been overlooked up to this date.

A portion of the text below was found as printer"s proofs. It seems from the
material in this archive that a print run of about 50 copies was planned, to be
released as an "Easter Special" in March 1880 under the title given below ("An
Interlude.") But no such magazine seems to have been printed. It appears that the
writer then aimed to publish the work as a stand-alone novella, for there is a
much longer hand-written manuscript that expands the story.  I have therefore
collated both the proof version and the holograph based on the narrative
structure apparently intended by the writer.

Occasional words and some sentences in the holograph are illegible, and in this
case I have had to make my best guess. For some wholly illegible words I have
simply offered the word (or words) that make most sense within the narrative.

Some passages (the more unlikely / perverse sexual activities) have been
cancelled, apparently in response to comments in another hand regarding
quality or credibility.  Since these sections were largely complete, I have restored
them. In addition there were some sketches apparently supposed to represent
several of the characters depicted in the fiction.

It seems that the writer of this story is not the same as the writer of other parts
of the "Lady Pokingham" narrative; however it also appears (though not with
complete certainty) that this author worked with the original author. There is
some correspondence on the matter, but this part of the archive is decayed and
fragmentary. Furthermore, there is some indication that the latter parts of the
story that was published in "The Pearl" were not written by the initial author, and
that the initial author was not wholly pleased with the treatment of the story
under the latter hand. For example there is discussion of the Charlie Vavasour
character who, in the later sections of the narrative, is revealed to be "Bertram"
masquerading as Charlie. This was not the original author"s intention.

There are indications that the first author did not fully approve of certain
sections of the story here reproduced. Furthermore it appears there were plans
for work by other writers (for example, the writer of "She-Umbra" seems to be
referenced) to be included in the putative issue. However given the use of initials
(for example, "L.S." or possibly "I.S." appears regularly) and codes rather than
names for all involved parties, it is hard to be clear on the genesis of the text.

The finder of the archive has chosen not to draw the library"s attention to due to
reluctance to be publicly associated with such material. The archive remains in
the stacks exactly as it was found. The finder photographed the archive in its
entirety and (as time has permitted) has assembled the following transcript.

Presumably the original narrative (which is provided here) would have been
rewritten somewhat to ensure slightly better continuity. Chronologically, the
new material would come at the end of the original version but narratively it
comes much earlier, at the end of Part II of the original narrative. This is where I
place it (approximately page 35).



LADY POKINGHAM; OR THEY ALL DO IT:
Giving an Account of her Luxurious Adventures, both before
and after her Marriage with Lord Crim-Con.

INTRODUCTION. To the Reader,

Very little apology will be needed for putting in print the
following highly erotic and racy narrative of a young patrician
lady, whose adventures I feel assured every genuine lover of
voluptuous reading will derive as much or more pleasure
afforded your humble servant.

The subject of these memoirs was one of the brightest and most
charming of her sex, endued with such exquisite nervous
sensitiveness, in addition to an unusual warmth of constitution
that she was quite unable to resist the seductive influences of
God's finest creation; for God made man in his own image, male
and female, created he them; and this was the first
commandment, "Be faithful and multiply, and replenish the
earth" ï¾` see Genesis, chap. 1.

The natural instinct of the ancients instilled in their minds the
idea that copulation was the direct and most acceptable form of
worship they could offer to their deities, and I know that those
of my readers who are not bigoted Christians will agree with
me, that there cannot be any great sin in giving way to natural
desires, and enjoying, to the utmost, all those delicious
sensations for which a beneficent Creator has so amply fitted us.
Poor girl, she did not live long, and in thoroughly enjoying her
few briefs years of butterfly life, who can think her wicked!
The scraps from which my narrative is compiled were found in a
packet she had entrusted to a devoted servitor, who, after her
sudden and premature death at the early age of twenty-three,
entered my service.

As author, I feel the crudeness of my style may be a little
offensive to some, but hope my desire to afford general pleasure
will excuse my defects.

THE AUTHOR, PART I.


My dear Walter,

How I love you! but alas! you will never know it till I am gone;
little do you think, as you wheel me about in my invalid chair,
how your delicate attentions have won the heart of a poor
consumptive on the verge of the grave. How I long to suck the
sweets of love from your lips; to fondle and caress your lordly
priapus, and feel its thrilling motions within me; but such joys
cannot be, the least excitement would be my death, and I can but
sigh as I look at your kind loving face, and admire the fine
proportions of my darling, as evidenced by the large bunch of
keys you always seem to have in your pocket; indeed you look
to have a key of keys, whose burning thrusts would unlock any
virgin cabinet.

This is a strange fancy of mine (the writing for your perusal a
short account of some of my adventures); but one of the only
pleasures left me is to indulge in reveries of the past, and seem
to feel over again the thrilling emotions of voluptuous
enjoyments, which are now denied to me; and I hope the recital
of my escapades and follies may afford you some slight
pleasure, and add to the lasting regard with which I hope you
will remember me in years to come. One thing I ask of you, dear
Walter, is to fancy you are enjoying Beatrice Pokingham when
you are in the embraces of some future inamorata. It is a
pleasure I have often indulged in myself when in the action of
coition, and heightened my bliss by letting my fancy run riot,
and imagined I was in the arms of someone I particularly wished
for, but could not come at.

My income dies with me, so I have  no cause to make a will, but
you will find notes for a few hundred pounds enclosed with this
outline of my adventures, which is all I have been able to save.

You will also find a fine lock of dark brown hair, which I have cut
from the abundant chevelure of my Mons Veneris; other friends and
relatives may  have the admired curls from my head, your memento is
cut from the sacred spot of love.

I never remember my father, the Marquis of Pokingham, but
have my doubts as to whether I am really entitled to the honour
of claiming him as a parent, as he was a used-up old man, and
from papers and letters, which passed privately between him and
my mother, I know that he more than suspected he was indebted
to his good-looking footman for the pretty baby girl my mother
presented to him; as he says in one note, "that he could have
forgiven everything if the fruits of her intercourse with James
had been a son and heir, so as to keep his hated nephew out of
the estates and title, and wished her to let him cultivate her
parsley bed for another crop, which might perhaps turn out more
in accordance with his wishes." The poor old fellow died soon
after writing that note, and my mother, from whom this dreadful
consumption is transmitted to me, also left me an orphan at an
early age, leaving me her jointure of ï½£20,000, and an aristocratic
title which that amount was quite inadequate to properly
support.

My guardians were very saving and careful, as they sent me to
school at eight years of age, and only spent about ï½£150 a year
for schooling and necessaries, till they thought it was time for
me to be brought out in the world, so that I benefitted
considerably by the accumulated interest of my money.

The first four years of my school passed away uneventfully, and
during that time I was only in one serious scrape, which 1 will
relate, as it led to my first taste of a good birch rod.

Miss Birch was rather an indulgent schoolmistress, and only had
to resort to personal punishment for very serious offenses,
which she considered might materially affect the future
character of her pupils, unless thoroughly cut out of them from
the first. I was nearly seven years old when I had a sudden fancy
for making sketches on my slate in school. One of our
governesses, Miss Pennington, was a rather crabbed and severe
old girl of five-and-thirty, and particularly evoked my abilities
as a caricaturist, and the sketches would be slyly passed from
one to the other of us, causing considerable giggling and gross
inattention to our lessons.

I was infatuated and conceited with  what I considered my clever drawings and
several admonitions and extra tasks as punishment had no effect in checking my
mischievous interruptions, until one afternoon Miss Birch had
fallen asleep at her desk, and old Penn was busy with a class,
when the sudden inspiration seized me to make a couple of very
rude sketches; one of the old girl sitting on a chamber utensil;
but the other was a rural idea of her stooping down, with her
clothes up to ease herself, in a field. The first girl I showed them
to almost burst with laughter, and two others were so anxious to
see the cause of her mirth, that they were actually stooping over
her shoulder to look at my slate, when, before I could possibly
get to it to rub them off, old Penn pounced upon it like an eagle,
and carried it in triumph to Miss Birch, who was awakened
chagrined by the amused smile which our principal could not
repress at first sight of the indecent caricatures.

"My young lady must smart for this, Miss Pennington," said
Miss Birch, with suddenly assumed gravity; "she has been very
troublesome lately with these impudent drawings, but this is
positively obscene; if she draws one thing she will go to
another. Send for Susan to bring my birch rod! I must punish her
whilst my blood is warm, as I am too forgiving, and may let her
off."

I threw myself on my knees, and implored for mercy, promising
"Never, never to do anything of the kind again."

Miss BIRCH. ï¾` "You should have thought of the consequences
before you drew such filthy pictures; the very idea of one of my
young ladies being capable of such productions is horrible to
me; these prurient ideas cannot be allowed to settle in your mind
for an instant, if I can whip them out."

Miss Pennnington, with a grim look of satisfaction, now took
me by the wrist, just as Susan, a stout, strong, fair servant girl of
about twenty, appeared with what looked to me a fearful big
bunch of birch twigs, neatly tied up with red velvet ribbon.

"Now, Lady Beatrice Pokingham," said Miss Birch, "kneel
down, confess your fault, and kiss the rod," taking the bunch
from Susan's hands, and extending it to me as a queen might her
sceptre to a supplicant subject.

Anxious to get over the inevitable, and make my punishment as
light as possible, I knelt down, and with real tears of penitence
begged her to be as lenient as her sense of justice would admit,
as I knew I well deserved what she was going to inflict, and
would take care not to insult Miss Pennington again, whom I
was very sorry to have so caricatured; then I kissed the rod and
resigned myself to my fate.

Miss PENNINGTON, maliciously. ï¾` "Ah! Miss Birch, how
quickly the sight of the rod makes hypocritical repentance."

Miss BIRCH. ï¾` "I quite understand all that, Miss Pennington,
but must temper justice with mercy at the proper time; now, you
impudent artist, lift your clothes behind, and expose your own
bottom to the justly merited punishment."

With trembling hands I lifted my skirts, and was then ordered to
open my drawers also; which done, they pinned up my dress and
petticoats as high as my shoulders; then I was laid across a desk,
and Susan stood in front of me, holding both hands, whilst old
Penn and the French governess (who had just entered the
schoolroom) each held one of my legs, so that I was what you
might call helplessly spread-eagled.

Miss BIRCH, looking seriously round as she flourished the
rod. ï¾` "Now, all you young ladies, let this whipping be a caution
to you; my Lady Beatrice richly deserves this degrading shame,
for her indecent (I ought to call them obscure) sketches. Will
you! will you, you troublesome, impudent little thing, ever do so
again? There, there, there, I hope it will soon do you good. Ah!
you may scream; there's a few more to come yet."

The bunch of birch seemed to crash on my bare bottom with
awful force; the tender skin smarted, and seemed ready to burst
at every fresh cut. "Ah! ah! oh!!! Oh, heavens! have mercy,
madame. Oh! I will never do anything like it again. Ahï¾`rï¾`re!
I can't bear it!" I screamed, kicking and struggling under every
blow, so that at first they could scarcely hold me, but I was soon
exhausted by my own efforts.

Miss BIRCH,ï¾`"You can feel it a little, may it do you good, you
bad little girl; if I don't check you now, the whole establishment
would soon be demoralized. Ah! ha! your bottom is getting
finely wealed, but I haven't done yet," cutting away with
increasing fury.

Just then I caught a glimpse of her face, which was usually pale,
but now flushed with excitement, and her eyes sparkled with
unwonted animation. "Ah!" she continued, "young ladies
beware of my rod, when I do have to use it. How do you like it,
Lady Beatrice? Let us all know how nice it is," cutting my
bottom and thighs deliberately at each ejaculation.

LADY BEATRICE.ï¾`"Ah! oh! ahï¾`rï¾`rï¾`re! It's awful! Oh I
shall die if you don't have mercy, Miss Birch. Oh! my God, I'm
fearfully punished; I'm cut to pieces; the birch feels as if it was
red hot, the blows burn so!"

Then I felt as if it was all over, and I must die soon; my cries
were succeeded by low sobs, moans, and then hysterical crying,
which gradually got lower and lower, till at last I must have
fainted, as I remembered nothing more till I found myself in
bed, and awoke with my poor posteriors tremendously bruised
and sore, and it was nearly a fortnight before I got rid of all the
marks of that severe whipping.

After I was twelve years of age they reckoned me amongst the
big girls, and I got a jolly bedfellow, whom I will call Alice
Marchmont, a beautiful, fair girl, with a plump figure, large
sensuous eyes, and flesh as firm and smooth as ivory. She
seemed to take a great fancy to me, and the second night I slept
with her (we had a small room to ourselves) she kissed and
hugged me so lovingly that I felt slightly confused at first, as she
took such liberties with me, my heart was all in a flutter, and
although the light was out, I felt my face covered with burning
blushes as her hot kisses on my lips, and the searching gropings
of her hands in the most private parts of my person, made me all
atremble.

"How you shake, dear Beatrice," she answered. "What are you
afraid of? you may feel me all over too; it is so nice. Put your
tongue in my mouth, it is a great inducement to love and I do
want to love you so, dear. Where's your hand? here, put it there;
can't you feel the hair just beginning to grow on my pussey?
Yours will come soon. Rub your finger on my crack, just there,"
so she initiated me into the art of frigging in the most tender
loving manner.

As you may guess, I was an apt pupil, although so young. Her
touches fired my blood, and the way she sucked my tongue
seemed most delicious. "Ah! Oh! Rub harder, harder ï¾`
quicker," she gasped, as she stiffened her limbs out with a kind
of spasmodic shudder, and I felt my finger all wet with
something warm and creamy. She covered me with kisses for a
moment, and then lay quite still.

"What is it, Alice? How funny you are, and you have wetted my
finger, you nasty girl," I whispered, laughing. "Go on tickling
me with your fingers, I begin rather to like it."

"So you will, dear, soon, and love me for teaching you such a
nice game," she replied, renewing her frigging operations, which
gave me great pleasure so that I hardly knew what I was doing,
and a most luscious longing sensation came over me. I begged
her to shove her fingers right up. "Oh! Oh! How nice! Further!
Harder!" and almost fainted with delight as she at last brought
down my first maiden spend.

Next night we repeated our lascivious amusements, and she
produced a thing like a sausage, made of soft kid leather, and
stuffed out as hard as possible, which she asked me to push into
her, and work up and down, whilst she frigged me as before,
making me lay on the top of her, with my tongue in her mouth.
It was delightful. I can't express her raptures, my movements
with the instrument seemed to drive her into ecstasies of
pleasure, she almost screamed as she clasped my body to hers,
exclaiming, "Ah! Oh! You dear boy; you kill me with pleasure!"
as she spent with extraordinary profusion all over my busy hand.
As soon as we had recovered our serenity a little, I asked her
what she meant by calling me her dear boy.

"Ah! Beatrice," she replied, "I'm so sleepy now, but tomorrow
night, I will tell you my story, and explain how it is that my
pussey is able to take in that thing, whilst yours cannot at
present; it will enlighten you a little more into the Philosophy of
Life, my dear; now give me a kiss, and let us go to sleep to-
night."

ALICE MARCHMONT'S STORY.

You may imagine I was anxious for the next morning to arrive.
We were no sooner in our little sanctum, than I exclaimed,
"Now, Alice, make haste into bed, I'm all impatient to hear your
tale."

"You shall have it dear and my fingers, too, if you will but let
me undress comfortably. I can't jump into bed anyhow; I must
make the inspection of my little private curls first. What do you
think of them, Beatrice? Off with your chemise; I want to
compare our pusseys," said she, throwing off everything, and
surveying her beautiful naked figure in the large cheval glass. I
was soon beside her, equally denuded of covering. "What a
delightfully pouting little slit you have, Beatrice," she
exclaimed, patting my Mons Veneris. "We shall make a
beautiful contrast, mine is a light blonde, and yours will be
brunette. See my little curly parsley bed is already half-an-inch
long."

She indulged in no end of exciting tricks, till at last my
patience was exhausted, so slipping on my chemise de nuit, I
bounced into bed, saying I believed it was all fudge about her
having a tale to tell and that I would not let her love me again,
till she had satisfied my curiosity.

"What bad manners to doubt my word," she cried, following me
into bed, taking me by surprise, uncovered my bottom, and
inflicted a smart little slapping, as she laughingly continued,
"There, let that be a lesson to you not to doubt a young lady's
word in future. Now you shall have my tale, although it would
really serve you right to make you wait till to-morrow."

After a short pause, having settled ourselves lovingly in bed, she
began:

Once upon a time there was a little girl about ten years old, of
the name of Alice, her parents were rich, and lived in a beautiful
house, surrounded by lovely gardens and a fine park, she had a
brother about two years older than herself, but her mama was so
fond of her (being an only daughter), that she never would allow
her little girl out of her sight, unless William, the butler, had
charge of her in her rambles about the grounds and park.

William was a handsome, good-looking man about thirty, and
had been in the family ever since he was a boy. Now Alice, who
was very fond of William, often sat on his knee as he was seated
under a tree, or on a garden seat, when he would read to her
fairy tales from her books. Their intimacy was so great that
when they were alone, she would call him "dear old Willie," and
treat him quite as an equal. Alice was quite an inquisitive girl,
and would often put Mr. William to the blush by her curious
enquiries about natural history affairs, and how animals had
little ones, why the cock was so savage to the poor hens,
jumping on their backs, and biting their heads with his sharp
beak, &c.

"My dear," he would say, "I'm not a hen or a cow; how should I know?
don't ask such silly questions"; but Miss Alice was not so easily put off,
she would reply, "Ah! Willie,  you do know, and won't tell me, I insist
upon knowing, &c.," but her efforts to obtain knowledge were quite fruitless.

This went on for some time till the little girl was within three or
four months of her twelfth birthday, when a circumstance she
had never taken any notice of before aroused her curiosity. It
was that Mr. William, under pretense of seeing to his duties,
was in the habit of secluding himself in his pantry, or closet,
from seven to eight o'clock in the morning for about an hour
before breakfast. If Alice ventured to tap at the door it was
fastened inside, and admittance refused; the keyhole was so
closed it was useless to try and look through that way, but it
occurred to my little girl that perhaps she might be able to get a
peep into that place of mystery if she could only get into a
passage which passed behind Mr. William's pantry, and into
which she knew it used to open by a half-glass door, now never
used, as the passage was closed by a locked door at each end.

This passage was lighted from the outside by a small window
about four feet from the ground, fastened on the inside simply
by a hook, which Alice, who mounted on a high stool, soon
found she could open if she broke one of the small diamond
panes of glass, which she did, and then waiting till the next
morning felt sure she would be able to find out what Willie was
always so busy about, and also that she could get in and out of
the window unobserved by anyone, as it was quite screened
from view by a thick shrubbery seldom entered by anyone.

Up betimes next day she told her lady's-maid she was going to
enjoy the fresh air in the garden before breakfast, and then
hurried off to her place of observation, and scrambled through
the window regardless of dirt and dust, took off her boots as
soon as she alighted in the disused passage, and silently crept up
to the glass door, but to her chagrin found the panes so dirty as
to be impervious to sight; however, she was so far lucky as to
find a fine large keyhole quite clear, and two or three cracks in
the woodwork, so that she could see nearly every part of the
place, which was full of light from a skylight overhead. Mr.
William was not there, but soon made his appearance, bringing a
great basket of plate, which had been used the previous day, and
for a few minutes was really busy looking in his pantry book,
and counting spoons, forks, &c., but was soon finished, and
began to look at a little book, which he took from a drawer.

Just  then, Lucy, one of the prettiest housemaids, a dark beauty of
about eighteen, entered the room without ceremony, saying,
"Here's some of your plate off the sideboard. Where's your eyes,
Mr. William, not to gather up all as you ought to do?"

William's  eyes seemed to beam with delight as he caught her round the
waist, and gave her a luscious kiss on her cheek, saying: "Why, I
keep them for you, dear, I knew you would bring the plate";
then showing the book, "What do you think of that position,
dear? How would you like it so?" Although pleased, the girl
blushed up to the roots of her hair as she looked at the picture.
The book dropped to the floor, and William pulled her on to his
knee, and tried to put his hand up her clothes.

"Ah! No! No!" she cried, in a low voice; "you know I can't to-day, but
perhaps I  can tomorrow; you must be good to-day, sir. Don't stick up your
impudent head like that. Thereï¾`thereï¾`there's a squeeze for
you; now I must be off," she said, putting her hand down into
his lap, where it could not be seen what she was after. In a
second or two she jumped up, and in spite of his efforts to detain
her, escaped from the pantry.

William, evidently in a great state  of excitement, subsided on to a sofa,
muttering, "The little  witch, what a devil she is; I can't help myself,
but she will be all right to-morrow."

Alice, who was intently observing everything,
was shocked and surprised to see his trousers all unbuttoned in
front, and a great long fleshy-looking thing sticking out,
seemingly hard and stiff, with a ruby- coloured head. Mr,
William took hold of it with one hand, apparently for the
purpose of placing it in his breeches, but he seemed to hesitate,
and closing his right hand upon the shaft, rubbed it up and
down. "Ah! What a fool I am to let her excite me so. Oh! Oh! I
can't help it; I must." He seemed to sigh as his hand increased its
rapid motion. His face flushed, and his eyes seemed ready to
start from his head, and in a few moments something spurted
from his instrument, the drops falling over his hands and legs,
some even a yard or two over the floor.

This seemed to finish  his ecstasy. He sank back quite listless for a
few minutes, and then rousing himself, wiped his hands on a towel, cleared up
every drop of the mess, and left the pantry. Alice was all over in
a burning heat from what she had seen but instinctively felt that
the mystery was only half unravelled, and promised herself to be
there and see what William and Lucy would do next day.

Mr. William took her for a walk as usual, and read to her, whilst she
sat on his knee, and Alice wondered what could have become of
that great stiff thing which she had seen in the morning. With
the utmost apparent innocence, her hands touched him casually,
where she hoped to feel the monster, but only resulted in feeling
a rather soft kind of bunch in his pocket.

Another morning arrived to find Alice at her post behind the
disused glass door, and she soon saw Mr. William bring in his
plate, but he put it aside, and seemed all impatient for Lucy's
arrival. "Ah!" he murmurs. "I'm as stiff as a rolling pin at the
very thought of the saucy darling," but his ideas were cut short
by the appearance of Lucy herself, who carefully bolted the
door inside.

Then rushing into his arms, she covered him with
kisses, exclaiming, in a low voice, "Ah! How I have longed for
him these three or four days. What a shame women should be
stopped in that way from enjoying themselves once a month.
How is he this morning?" as her hands nervously unbuttoned
Mr. William's trousers, and grasped his ready truncheon.

"What a hurry you are in, Lucy!" gasped her lover, as she almost
stifled him with her kisses. "Don't spoil it all by your
impatience; I must have my kiss first."

With a gentle effort he reclined her backwards on a sofa, and
raised her clothes till Alice had a full view of a splendid pair of
plump, white legs; but what rivetted her gaze most was the
luscious looking, pouting lips of Lucy's cunny, quite vermilion
in colour, and slightly gaping open, in a most inviting manner,
as her legs were wide apart; her Mons Veneris being covered
with a profusion of beautiful curly black hair.

The butler was down on his knees in a moment, and glued his
lips to her crack, sucking and kissing furiously, to the infinite
delight of the girl, who sighed and wriggled with pleasure; till at
last Mr. William could no longer restrain himself, but getting up
upon his knees between Lucy's legs, he brought his shaft to the
charge, and to Alice's astonishment, fairly ran it right into the
gaping crack, till it was all lost in her belly; they laid still for a
few moments, enjoying the conjunction of their persons till
Lucy heaved up her bottom, and the butler responded to it by a
shove, then they commenced a most exciting struggle.

Alice  could see the manly shaft as it worked in and out of her sheath,
glistening with lubricity, whilst the lips of her cunny seemed to
cling to it each time of withdrawal, as if afraid of losing such a
delightful sugar stick; but this did not last long, their movements
got more and more furious, till at last both seemed to meet in a
spasmodic embrace, as they almost fainted in each
other's arms, and Alice could see a profusion of creamy
moisture oozing from the crack of Lucy, as they both lay in a
kind of lethargy of enjoyment after their battle of love.

Mr. William was the first to break the silence: "Lucy, will you
look in to-morrow, dear; you know that old spy, Mary, will be
back from her holiday in a day or two, and then we shan't often
have a chance."

LUCY, ï¾` "Ah; you rogue, I mean to have a little more now, I
don't care if we're caught; I must have it," she said, squeezing
him with her arms and gluing her lips to his, as she threw her
beautiful legs right over his buttocks, and commenced the
engagement once more by rapidly heaving her bottom; in fact,
although he was a fine man, the weight of his body seemed as
nothing in her amorous excitement.

The butler's excuses and pleading of fear, in case he was missed,
&c., were all of no avail; she fairly drove him on, and he was
soon as furiously excited as herself, and with a profusion of
sighs, expressions of pleasure, endearment, &c., they soon died
away again into a state of short voluptuous oblivion. However,
Mr. William was too nervous and afraid to let her lay long; he
withdrew his instrument from her foaming cunny, just as it was
all slimy and glistening with the mingled juices of their love; but
what a contrast to its former state, as Alice now beheld it much
reduced in size, and already drooping its fiery head.

Lucy jumped up and let down her clothes, but kneeling on the
floor before her lover, she took hold of his limp affair, and gave
it a most luscious sucking, to the great delight of Mr. William,
whose face flushed again with pleasure, and as soon as Lucy had
done with her sucking kiss, Alice saw that his instrument was
again stiff and ready for a renewal of their joys.

LUCY, laughing in a low tone. ï¾` "There, my boy, I'll leave you
like that; think of me till tomorrow; I couldn't help giving the
darling a good suck after the exquisite pleasure he had afforded
me, it's like being in heaven for a little while."

With a last kiss on the lips as they parted, and Mr. William
again locked his door, whilst Alice made good her retreat to
prepare herself for breakfast.

It was a fine warm morning in May, and soon after breakfast
Alice, with William for her guardian, set off for a ramble in the
park, her blood was in a boil, and she longed to experience the
joys she was sure Lucy had been surfeited with; they sauntered
down to the lake, and she asked William to give her a row in the
boat; he unlocked the boat-house, and handed her into a nice,
broad, comfortable skiff, well furnished with soft seats and
cushions.

"How nice to be here, in the shade," said Alice; "come into the
boat, Willie, we will sit in it a little while, and you shall read to
me before we have a row."

"Just as you please, Miss Alice," he replied, with unwonted
deference, stepping into the boat, and sitting down in the stern
sheets.

"Ah my head aches a little, let me recline it in your lap," said
Alice, throwing off her hat, and stretching herself along on a
cushion. "Why are you so precise this morning, Willie? You
know I don't like to be called Miss, you can keep that for Lucy."
Then noticing his confusion, "You may blush, sir, I could make
you sink into your shoes if you only knew all I have seen
between you and Miss Lucy."

Alice reclined her head in a languid manner on his lap, looking
up and enjoying the confusion she had thrown him into; then
designedly resting one hand on the lump which he seemed to
have in his pocket, as if to support herself a little, she continued:
"Do you think, Willie, I shall ever have as fine legs as Lucy?
Don't you think I ought soon to have long dresses, sir! I'm
getting quite bashful about showing my calves so much."

The  butler had hard work to recover his composure, the vivid
recollection of the luscious episode with Lucy before breakfast
was so fresh in his mind that Alice's allusions to her, and the
soft girlish hand resting on his privates (even although he
thought her as innocent as a lamb) raised an utter of desire in his
feverish blood, which he tried to allay as much as possible, but
little by little the unruly member began to swell, till he was sure
she must feel it throb under her hand. With an effort he slightly
shifted himself, so as to remove her hand lower down on to the
thigh, as he answered as gravely as possible (feeling assured
Alice could know nothing): "You're making game of me this
morning. Don't you wish me to read, Alice?"

ALICE, excitedly, with an unusual flush on her face. ï¾` "You
naughty man, you shall tell me what I want to know this time:
How do babies come? What is the parsley bed, the nurses and
doctors say they come out of? Is it not a curly lot of hair at the
bottom of the woman's belly? I know that's what Lucy's got, and
I've seen you kiss it, sir!"

William felt ready to drop; the perspiration stood on his brow in
great drops, but his lips refused to speak, and Alice continued in
a soft whisper: "I saw it all this morning, Willie dear, and what
joy that great red-head thing of yours seemed to give her. You
must let me into the secret, and I will never tell. This is the
monster you shoved into her so furiously. I must look at it and
feel it; how hard it has got under my touch. La! What a funny
thing! I can get it out as Lucy did," pulling open his trousers and
letting out the rampant engine of love.

She kissed its red velvety  head, saying: "What a sweet, soft thing to touch.
Oh! I must caress it a little." Her touches were like fire to his senses;
speechless with rapture and surprise, he silently submitted to
the freak of the wilful girl, but his novel position was so
exciting, he could not restrain himself, but the sperm boiled up
from his penis all over her hands and face.

"Ah!" she exclaimed. "That's just what I saw it do yesterday
morning. Does it do that inside of Lucy?"

Here William recovered himself a little, and wiping her face and
hands with his handkerchief, put away the rude plaything,
saying, "Oh! My God! I'm lost! What have you done, Alice? It's
awful! Never mention it again. I mustn't walk out with you any
more."

Alice burst into sobs.

"Oh! Oh! Willie! How unkind! Do you think I will tell? Only I
must share the pleasure with Lucy. Oh! Kiss me as you did her,
and we won't say any more about it today."

William loved the little girl too well to refuse such a delightful
task, but he contented himself with a very short suck at her
virgin cunny, lest his erotic passion should urge him to outrage
her at once.

"How nice to feel your lovely tongue there. How beautifully it
tickled and warmed me all over; but you were so quick, and left
off just as it seemed nicer than ever, dear Willie," said Alice,
embracing and kissing him with ardour.

"Gently, darling; you mustn't be so impulsive; it's a very
dangerous game for one so young. You must be careful how you
look at me, or notice me, before others," said Mr. William,
returning her kisses, and feeling himself already quite unable to
withstand the temptation of such a delicious liaison.

"Ah!" said Alice, with extraordinary perception for one so
young. "You fear Lucy. Our best plan is to take her into our
confidence. I will get rid of my lady's-maid, I never did like her,
and will ask mama to give Lucy the place. Won't that be fine,
dear? We shall be quite safe in all our little games then."

The butler, now more collected in his ideas, and with a cooler
brain, could not but admire the wisdom of this arrangement, so
he assented to the plan, and he took the boat for a row to cool
their heated blood, and quiet the impulsive throbbings of a pair
of fluttering hearts.

The next two or three days were wet and unfavourable for
outdoor excursions, and Alice took advantage of this interval to
induce her mother to change her lady's-maid, and install Lucy in
the situation.

Alice's attendant slept in a little chamber, which had two doors,
one opening into the corridor, whilst the other allowed free and
direct access to her little mistress's apartment, which it adjoined.
The very first night Lucy retired to rest in her new room,?she
had scarcely been half-an-hour in bed (where she lay, reflecting
on the change, and wondering how she would now be able to
enjoy the butler's company occasionally), before Alice called
out for her. In a moment she was at the young lady's bedside,
saying: "What can I do, Miss Alice, are you not warm enough?
These damp nights are so chilly."

"Yes, Lucy," said Alice, "that must be what it is. I feel cold and
restless. Would you mind getting in bed with me? You will soon
make me warm."

Lucy jumped in, and Alice nestled close up to her bosom, as if
for warmth, but in reality to feel the outlines of her beautiful
figure.

"Kiss me, Lucy," she said; "I know I shall like you so much
better than Mary. I couldn't bear her." This was lovingly
responded to, and Alice continued, as she pressed her hand on
the bosom of her bedfellow, "What large titties you have, Lucy.
Let me feel them. Open your nightdress, so I can lay my face
against them."

The new femme de chambre was naturally of a warm and loving
disposition; she admitted all the familiarities of her young
mistress, whose hands began to wander in a most searching
manner about her person, feeling the soft, firm skin of her
bosom, belly, and bottom; the touches of Alice seemed to fire
the blood, and rouse every voluptuous emotion within her; she
sighed and kissed her little mistress again and again.

ALICE. ï¾` "What a fine rump! How hard and plump your flesh
is, Lucy! Oh, my! what's all this hair at the bottom of your
belly? My dear, when did it come?"

LUCY. ï¾` "Oh! pray don't, Miss, it's so rude; you will be the
same in two or three years' time; it frightened me when it first
began to grow, it seemed so unnatural."

ALICE. ï¾` "We're only girls, there is no harm in touching each
other, is there; just feel how different I am."

LUCY. ï¾` "Oh! Miss Alice," pressing the young girl's naked
belly to her own, "you don't know how you make me feel when
you touch me there."

ALICE (with a slight laugh). ï¾` "Does it make you feel better
when Mr. William, the butler, touches you, dear?" tickling the
hairy crack with her finger.

LUCY. ï¾` "For shame, Miss! I hope you don't think I would let
him touch me"; evidently in some confusion.

ALICE. ï¾` "Don't be frightened, Lucy, I won't tell, but I have
seen it all through the old glass door in his pantry. Ah! you see I
know the secret, and must be let in to share the fun."

LUCY. ï¾` "Oh! My God! Miss Alice, what have you seen? I
shall have to leave the house at once."

ALICE. ï¾` "Come, come, don't be frightened, you know I'm fond
of Mr. William, and would never do him any harm, but you can't
have him all to yourself; I got you for my maid to prevent your
jealous suspicions and keep our secret between us."

Lucy was in a frightful state of agitation. "What! has he been
such a brute as to ruin you, Miss Alice! I'll murder him if he
has," she cried.

ALICE. ï¾` "Softly, Lucy, not so loud, someone will hear you;
he's done nothing yet, but I saw your pleasure when he put   that
thing into your crack, and am determined to share your joys, so
don't be jealous, and we can all three be happy together."

LUCY. ï¾` "It would kill you dear; that big thing of his would
split you right up."

ALICE. ï¾` "Never mind," kissing her lovingly, "you keep the
secret and I'm not afraid of being seriously hurt."

Lucy sealed the compact with a kiss, and they spent a most
loving night together, indulging in every variety of kissing and
tickling, and Alice had learnt from her bedfellow nearly all the
mysterious particulars in connection with the battles of Venus
before they fell asleep in each other's arms.

Fine weather soon returned, and Alice, escorted by the butler,
went for one of her usual rambles, and they soon penetrated into
a thick copse at the further end of the park, and sat down in a
little grassy spot, where they were secure from observation.
William had thoughtfully brought with him an umbrella, as well
as a great coat and cloak, which he spread upon the grass for
fear Miss Alice might take cold.

"Ah! you dear old fellow," said Alice, seating herself, and,
taking his hand, pulled him down beside her. "I understand
everything now, and you are to make me happy by making a
woman of me, as you did Lucy; you must do it, Willie, dear, I
shall soon make you so you can't help yourself."

Unbuttoning  his trousers and handling his already stiff pego,
"What a lovely dear it is; how I long to feel its juice spouting into
my bowels; I know it's painful, but it won't kill me, and then,
ah! the heavenly  bliss I know you will make me feel, as you do Lucy when you
have her; how will you do it? will you lay over me?"

William, unable to resist her caresses and already almost at
spending point, makes her kneel over his face, as he lay on his
back, so that he may first lubricate her maiden cunny with his
tongue. This operation titillates and excites the little girl, so that
she amorously presses herself on his mouth as she faces towards
his cock, which she never leaves hold of all the while; he spends
in ecstasy, whilst she also feels the pleasure of a first virgin
emission.

"Now's the time, Alice, dear, my affair is so well greased, and
your pussey is also ready; if I get over you I might be too
violent and injure you; the best way is for you to try and
do it yourself by straddling over me, and directing its bead to
your cunny, and then keep pressing down upon it, as well as the
first painful sensations will allow; it will all depend on your own
courage for the success of the experiment," said William,

ALICE. ï¾` "Ah! you shall see my determination," as she began to
act upon his suggestion, and fitting the bead of big pego into her
slit, soon pressed down so as to take in and quite cover the first
inch of it.

Here the pain of stretching and distension seemed almost?too
much for her, but she gave a sudden downward plunge of her
body, which, although she almost fainted with the dreadful pain,
got in at least three inches.

"What a plucky girl you are, my dear Alice," said William, in
delight. "As soon as you can bear it, raise yourself up a little,
and come down with all your force. It is so well planted, the
next good thrust will complete my possession of your lovely
charms."

"I don't care if I die in the effort," she whispered, softly. "Never
mind how it hurts me, help all you can, Willie dear, this time,"
as she raised herself off him again, and he took hold of her
buttocks, to lend his assistance to the grave girl.

Clenching her teeth firmly, and shutting her eyes, she gave
another desperate plunge upon William's spear of love, the
hymen was broken, and she was fairly impaled to the roots of
his affair. But it cost her dear, she fell forward in a dead faint,
whilst the trickling blood proved the sanguinary nature of Love's
victory.

The butler withdrew himself, all smeared with her virgin blood,
but he had come prepared for such an emergency, and at once
set about using restoratives to bring her round, and  presently
succeeded in his efforts; her eyes opened with a smile, and
whispering softly, Alice said:ï¾`

"Ah! that last thrust was awful, but it's over now. Why did you
take him away? Oh! put it back at once, dear, and let me have
the soothing injection Lucy said would soon heal all my bruised
parts."

He glued his lips to hers, and gently applied the head of?his pego
to her blood-stained crack, gradually inserted it till it was three-
fourths in; then, without pressing further, he commenced to
move slowly and carefully. The lubricity soon increased, and he
could feel the tight loving contractions of her vagina, which
speedily brought him to a crisis once more, and with a sudden
thrust, he plunged up to the hilt, and shot his very essence into
her bowels, as he almost fainted with the excess of his emotions.

They laid motionless, enjoying each other's mutual pressures,
till Mr. William withdrew, and taking a fine cambric
handkerchief, wiped the virgin blood first from the lips of her
cunny, then off his own weapon, declaring, as he put the red-
stained mouchoir in his pocket, that he would keep it for ever, in
remembrance of the charms she had so lovingly surrendered to
him.

The butler prudently refrained from the further indulgence in
voluptuous pleasure for the day, and, after a good rest, Alice
returned to the house, feeling very little the worse for her
sacrifice, and very happy in having secured part of the love of
dear and faithful William.

How suddenly unforeseen accidents prevent the realization of
the best plans for happiness. The very same day, her father was
ordered by his medical adviser to the South of Europe, and
started next morning for town, to make the necessary
arrangements, taking the butler with him, leaving Alice's mama
to follow as soon as the two children were suitably located at
school.

Lucy and her young mistress consoled each other as well as
possible under the circumstances. But in a few days, an aunt
took charge of the house, and Alice was sent to this school, and
is now in your arms, dear Beatrice; whilst my brother is now at
college, and we only meet during the holidays. Will you, dear,
ask your guardians to allow you to spend the next vacation with
me, and I will introduce you to Frederick, who, if I make no
mistake, is quite as voluptuously inclined as his sister.


PART II.

I will pass over the exciting practices myself and bedfellow used
to indulge in almost every night, and merely remark that two
more finished young tribades it would have been impossible to
have found anywhere.

I had to wait till the Christmas vacation before I could be
introduced to Frederick, who, between ourselves, we had al-
ready devoted to the task of taking my virginity, which we did
not think would prove a very difficult operation, as with so
much finger frigging, and also the use of Alice's leather sausage,
which, as I learnt, she had improvised for her own gratification,
my mount and cunny were wonderfully developed, and already
slight signs of the future growth of curly brown hair could be
detected.

I was nearly thirteen, as one fine crisp morning in
December we drove up to the Hall on our return from school.
There stood the aunt to welcome us, but my eyes were fixed
upon the youthful, yet manly figure of Frederick, who stood by
her side, almost a counterpart of his sister, in features and
complexion, but really a very fine young fellow, between
seventeen and eighteen.

Since hearing the story of Alice's intrigue with William, I
always looked at every man and boy to see what sort of a bunch
they had got in their pockets, and was delighted to perceive Mr.
Frederick was apparently well furnished.

Alice introduced me to her relatives, but Frederick evidently
looked upon me as a little girl, and not at all yet up to the
serious business of love and flirtation, so our first private
consultation, between Alice and myself, was how best to open
his eyes, and draw him to take a little more notice of his sister's
friend.

Lucy, who I now saw for the first time, slept in the little room
adjoining Alice's chamber, which I shared with her young
mistress. Frederick had a room on the other side of ours, so that
we were next door neighbours, and could rap and give signals to
each other on the wall, as well as to try to look through the
keyhole of a disused door, which opened direct from one room
to the other, but had long since been locked and bolted to
prevent any communication between the occupants.

A little observation soon convinced us that Lucy was upon most
intimate terms with her young master, which Alice determined
to turn to account in our favour.

She quickly convinced her femme de chambre that she could not
enjoy and monopolize the whole of her brother, and finding that
Lucy expected he would visit her room that very night, she
insisted upon ringing the changes, by taking Lucy to sleep with
herself, and putting me in the place of Monsieur Frederick's
ladylove.

I was only too willing to be a party of this arrangement, and at
ten P.M., when we all retired to rest, I took the place of the
femme de chambre, and pretended to be fast asleep in her snug
little bed. The lock of the door had been oiled by Lucy, so as to
open quite noiselessly, but the room was purposely left in utter
darkness, and secured even from the intrusion of a dim starlight
by well-closed window curtains.

About eleven o'clock, as nearly as I could guess, the door
silently opened, and by the light of the corridor lamp, I saw a
figure, in nothing but a shirt, cautiously glide in, and approach
the bed. The door closed, and all was dark, putting my heart in a
dreadful Gutter, at the approach of the long wished for, but
dreaded ravisher of my virginity.

"Lucy! Lucy!! Lucy!!!" he whispered, in a low voice, almost
in my ear. No response, only the apparent deep breathing of a
person in sound sleep.

"She hasn't thought much about me, but, I guess, something
between her legs will soon wake her up," I heard him mutter;
then the bedclothes were pulled open, and he slid into bed by
my side. My hair was all loose, the same as Lucy's generally
was at night, and I felt a warm kiss on my cheek, also an arm
stealing round my waist and clutching my nightdress as if to pull
it up. Of course I was the fox asleep, but could not help being all
atremble at the approach of my fate.

"How you shake, Lucy; what's the matter? Hullo! who's this; it
can't be you?" he said rapidly, as with a sigh and a murmur,
"Oh! oh! Alice." I turned round just as he pulled up my chemise,
clasping my arm firmly round him, but still apparently lost in
sleep.

"My God!" I heard him say, "It's that little devil of a
Beatrice in Lucy's bed; I won't go, I'll have a lark, she can't
know me in the dark."

His hands seemed to explore every part of my body; I could feel
his rampant cock pressed between our naked bellies, but
although in a burning heat of excitement, I determined to let him
do just as he liked, and pretend still to be asleep; his fingers
explored my crack, and rubbed the little clitoris; first his leg got
between mine, and then presently I could feel him gently
placing the head of his instrument in the crack, and I was so
excited that a sudden emission wetted it and his fingers all over
with a creamy spend.

"The little devil's spending in her sleep;  these girls must be in
the habit of frigging each other, I believe,"  he said to himself again.
Then his lips met  mine for the first time,  and he was quite free from
fear on that account as his face was as beardless as a girl's.

"Ah! Alice!" I murmured, "give me your sausage thing, that's it,
dear, shove it in," as I pushed myself forward on his slowly
progressing cock; he met me with a sudden thrust, making me
almost scream with pain, yet my arms nervously clung round his
body, and kept him close to the mark.

"Gently," he whispered, "Beatrice, dear, I'm Frederick, I won't
hurt you much; how in heaven's name did you come in Lucy's
bed?"

Pretending now to awaken for the first time with a little scream,
and trying to push his body away from me, I ex- claimed, "Oh!
Oh! How you hurt! Oh! for shame, don't. Oh! let me go, Mr.
Frederick, how can you?" And then my efforts seemed
exhausted, and I lay almost at his mercy as he ruthlessly pushed
his advantage, and tried to stop my mouth with kisses. I was
lost.

Although very painful, thanks to our frequent fingerings,
&c., the way had been so cleared that he was soon in complete
possession, although as I afterwards found by the stains on my
chemise it was not quite a bloodless victory.

Taking every possible advantage, he continued his motions with
thrilling energy, till I could not help responding to his delicious
thrusts, moving my bottom a little to meet each returning
insertion of his exciting weapon (we were lying on our sides),
and in a few moments we both swam in a mutual flood of bliss,
and after a spasmodic storm of sighs, kisses, and tender hugging
pressure of each other's body, we lay in a listless state of
enjoyment, when suddenly the bedclothes were thrown, or
pulled, then slapï¾`slapï¾`slap, came smarting smacks on our
bottoms, and Alice's light, merry laugh sounded through the
darkness, "Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Mr. Frederick, is this what you
learnt at college, sir? Here, Lucy, help; we must secure and
punish the wretch; bring a light."

Lucy appeared with a candle and locked the door inside at once,
before he could have a chance of escaping, and I could see she
was quite delighted at the spectacle presented by our bodies in
conjunction, for as I had been previously instructed, I clung to
him in apparent fright, and tried to hide my blushing face in his
bosom.

Frederick was in the utmost confusion, and at first was afraid his
sister would expose him, but he was a little reassured as she
went on, "What shall I do? I can't tell an old maid like aunt; only
to think that my dear little Beatrice should be outraged under my
very eyes, the second night of her visit. If papa and mama were
at home, they would know what to do; now I must decide for
myself.

Now, Frederick, will you submit to a good whipping for
this, or shall I write to your father, and send Beatrice home
disgraced in the morning, and you will have to promise to marry
her, sir? Now you've spoilt her for anyone else; who do you
think would take a cruche cassä»" if they knew it, or not
repudiate her when it was found out, as it must be the first night
of her marriage. No, you bad boy, I'm determined both to punish
you and make you offer her all the reparation in your power."

I began to cry, and begged her not to be too hard, as he had not
hurt me much, and in fact had, at the finish, quite delighted my
ravished senses.

"Upon my word," said Alice, assuming the airs of a woman,
"the girl is as bad as the boy; this could not have happened,
Beatrice, if you had not been too complaisant, and given way to
his rudeness."

Frederick, disengaging himself from my embrace, and quite
unmindful of his condition, started up, and clasping his sister
round her neck, kissed her most lovingly, and the impudent
fellow even raised her nightdress and stroked her belly, exclaiming,
as he passed his hand over her mossy mount, "What a
pity, Alice, you are my sister or I would give you the same
pleasure as I have Beatrice, but I will submit to your
chastisement, however hard it may be, and promise also that my
little love here shall be my future wife."

ALICE. ï¾` "You scandalous fellow, to insult my modesty so, and
expose your blood-stained manhood to my sight, but I will
punish you, and avenge both myself and Beatrice; you are my
prisoner, so just march into the other room, I've got a tickler
there that I brought home from school, as a curiosity, little
thinking I should so soon have a use for it."

Arrived in Alice's own room, she and Lucy first tied his hands to
the bedpost, then they secured his ankles to the handle of a
heavy box, which stood handy, so as to have him tolerably well
stretched out.

ALICE, getting her rod out of a drawer. ï¾` "Now, pin up his shirt
to his shoulders, and I will see if I can't at least draw a few drops
of his impudent blood out of his posteriors, which Beatrice may
wipe off with her handkerchief as a memento of the outrage she
has so easily forgiven."

The hall was a large house, and our apartments were the only
ones occupied in that corridor, the rooms abutting on which
were all in reserve for visitors expected to arrive in a few days,
to spend Christmas with us, so that there was not much fear of
being heard by any of the other inmates of the house, and Alice
was under no necessity of thinking what might be the result of
her blows. With a flourish she brought down the bunch of twigs
with a thundering whack on his plump, white bottom; the effect
was startling to the culprit, who was evidently only anticipating
some playful fun. "Ah! My God! Alice, you'll cut the skin; mind
what you're about; I didn't bargain for that."

ALICE (with a smile of satisfaction). ï¾` "Ho! Ho! did you think I
was going to play with you? But, you've soon found your
mistake, sir! Will you? Will you, again take such outrageous
liberties with a young lady friend of mine?"

She cut him quite half-a-dozen times in rapid succession, as she
thus lectured him, each blow leaving long red lines, to mark its
visitation, and suffusing his fair bottom all over with a peach-
like bloom. The victim, finding himself quite helpless, bit his
lips and ground his teeth in fruitless rage. At last he burst forth:

"Ah! Ah! You she-devil! Do you mean to skin my bum? Be
careful, or I will take a rare revenge some day before long."

ALICE, with great calmness and determination, but with a most
excited twinkle in her eyes. ï¾` "Oh! You show temper, do you?
So you mean to be revenged on me for doing a simple act of
justice, sir? I will keep you there, and cut away at your impudent
bottom, till you fairly beg my pardon, and promise to forgo all
such wicked revengefulness."

The victim writhed in agony and rage, but her blows only
increased in force, beginning to raise great fiery-looking weals
all over his buttocks. "Ah! Ha!" she continued, "How do you
like it, Fred? Shall I put a little more steam in my blows?"
Frederick struggles desperately to get loose, but they have
secured him too well for that! The tears of shame and
mortification stand in his eyes, but he is still obstinate, and I
could also observe a very perceptible rising in his manly
instrument, which soon stood out from his belly in a rampant
state of erection.

ALICE, with assumed fury. ï¾` "Look at the fellow, how he is
insulting me, by the exhibition of his lustful weapon. I wish I
could cut it off with a blow of the rod," giving him a fearful cut
across his belly and on the penis.

Frederick fairly howled with pain, and big tears rolled down his
cheeks, as he gasped out: "Oh! Oh! Ah! Have mercy, Alice. I
know I deserve it. Oh! Pity me now, dear!"

ALICE, without relaxing her blows. ï¾` "Oh! You are beginning
to feel properly, are you? Are you sincerely penitent? Beg my
pardon at once, sir, for the way you insulted me in the other
room."

FREDERICK. ï¾` "Oh! Dear Alice! Stop! Stop! You don't let me
get any breath. I will! I will beg your pardon. Oh! I can't help
my affair sticking up as it does."

ALICE. ï¾` "Down sir! Down sir! Your master is ashamed of
you," as she playfully whisks his pego with her rod.

Frederick is in agony; his writhing and contortions seemed
excruciating in the extreme, he fairly groaned out: "Oh! Oh!
Alice, let me down. On my word, I will do anything you order.
Oh! Oh! Ah! You make me do it," as he shuts his eyes, and we
saw quite a jet of sperm shoot from his virile member.

Alice dropped her rod, and we let down the culprit who was
terribly crestfallen.

"Now, sir," she said, "down on your knees, and kiss the rod."
Without a word, he dropped down, and kissed the worn-out
stump, saying: "Oh! Alice; the last few moments have been so
heavenly. It has blotted out all sense of pain. My dear sister, I
thank you for punishing me, and will keep my promise to
Beatrice."

I wiped the drops of blood from his slightly-bleeding rump, and
then we gave him a couple of glasses of wine, and allowed him
to sleep with Lucy, in her room, for the rest of the night, where
they had a most luscious time of it, whilst Alice and myself
indulged in our favourite touches.

You may be sure Frederick was not long before he renewed his
pleasures with me, whilst his sister took pleasure in our
happiness; but she seemed to have contracted a penchant for the
use of the rod, and, once or twice a week, would have us all in
her room, for a birch seance, as she called it, when Lucy or
myself had to submit to be victims; but the heating of our
bottoms only seemed to add to our enjoyment when we were
afterwards allowed to soothe our raging passions in the arms of
our mutual lover.

Christmas came, and with it arrived several visitors, all young
ladies and gentlemen of about our own ages, to spend the festive
season with us; our entire party consisted of five gentlemen and
seven ladies, leaving out the aunt, who was too old to enter into
youthful fun and contented herself with being a faithful
housekeeper, and keeping good house, so that after supper every
evening we could do almost as we liked; myself and Alice soon
converted our five young lady friends into tribades like
ourselves, ready for anything, whilst Frederick prepared his
young male friends.

New Year's Day was his eighteenth birthday, and we determined to
hold a regular orgy that night in our corridor, with Lucy's help.
Plenty of refreshments were laid in stock, ices, sandwiches, and champagne;
the aunt strictly  ordered us all to retire at one A.M. at latest, so we kept her
commands, after spending a delicious evening in dancing and
games, which only served to flush us with excitement for what
all instinctively felt would be a most voluptuous entertainment
upstairs.

The aunt was a heavy sleeper, and rather deaf, besides which
Frederick, under the excuse of making them drink his health,
plied the servants first with beer, then with wine, and afterwards
with just a glass of brandy for a nightcap; so that we were
assured they would also be sound enough, in fact two or three
never got to bed at all.

Frederick was master of the ceremonies, with Alice as a most
useful assistant. As I said before, all were flushed with
excitement and ready for anything; they were all of the most
aristocratic families, and our blue blood seemed fairly to course
through our veins.

When all had assembled in Alice's apartment
they found her attired in a simple, long chemise de nuit. "Ladies
and gentlemen," she said, "I believe we are all agreed for an out
and out romp; you see my costume, how do you like it?" and a
most wicked smile, "I hope it does not display the contour of my
figure too much," drawing it tightly about her so as to show the
outline of her beautiful buttocks, and also displaying a pair of
ravishing legs in pink silk stockings.

"Bravo! Bravo! Bravo Alice! we will follow your example,"
burst from all sides. Each one skipped back to his or her room
and reappeared in mufti; but the tails of the young gentlemen's
shirts caused a deal of laughter, by being too short.

Alice.- "Well, I'm sure, gentlemen, I did not think your
undergarments were so indecently short."

Frederick, with a laugh, caught hold of his sister's chemise, and
tore a great?piece off all around, so that she was in quite a short
smock, which only half-covered her fair bottom.

Alice was crimson with blushes, and half inclined to be angry,
but recovering herself, she laughed, "Ah! Fred, what a shame to
serve me so, but I don't mind if you make us all alike."

The girls screamed, and the gentlemen made a rush; it was a
most exciting scene; the young ladies retaliated by tearing the
shirts of their tormentors, and this first skirmish only ended
when the whole company were reduced to a complete state of
nudity; all were in blushes as they gazed upon the variety of
male and female charms exposed to view.

Frederick, advancing with a bumper of champagne. - "We've all
heard of Nuda Veritas, now let's drink to her health; the first
time we are in her company, I'm sure she will be most charming
and agreeable."

All joined in this toast, the wine inflamed our desires, there was
not a male organ present but what was in a glorious state of
erection.

Alice. - "Look, ladies, what a lot of impudent fellows, they need
not think we?are going to surrender anyhow to their youthful
lust; they shall be all blindfolded, and then we will arm
ourselves with good birch rods, then let it be everyone for
themselves and Cupid's dart for us all."

"Hear, hear," responded on all sides, and handkerchiefs were
soon tied over their eyes, and seven good birch rods handed
round to the ladies. "Now, gentlemen, catch who you can,"
laughed Alice, slashing right and left into the manly group, her
example being followed by the other girls; the room was quite
large enough and a fine romp ensued, the girls were as lithe and
active as young fawns, and for a long time sorely tried the
patience of their male friends, who tumbled about in all
directions, only to get an extra dose of birch on their plump
posteriors before they could regain their feet.

At last the Honble. Miss Vavasour stumbled over a prostrate
gentleman, who happened to be the young Marquis of
Bucktown, who grasped her firmly round the waist, and clung to
his prize, as a shower of cuts greeted the writhing pair.

"Hold, hold," cried Alice, "she's fairly caught and must submit
to be offered as a victim on the Altar of Love."

Lucy quickly wheeled a small soft couch into the centre of the
room. The gentlemen pulled off their bandages, and all
laughingly assisted to place the pair in position; the lady
underneath with a pillow under her buttocks, and the young
marquis, on his knees, fairly planted between her thighs. Both
were novices, but a more beautiful couple it would be
impossible to conceive; he was a fine young fellow of
seventeen, with dark hair and eyes, whilst her brunette style of
complexion was almost a counterpart of his; their eyes were
similar also, and his instrument, as well as her cunny, were
finely ornamented with soft curly black hair; with the skin
drawn back, the firey purple head of his cock looked like a large
ruby, as, by Frederick's suggestion, he presented it to her
luscious-looking vermilion gap, the lips of which were just
slightly open as she lay with her legs apart. The touch seemed to
electrify her, the blushing face turned to a still deeper crimson as
the dart of love slowly entered the outwarks of her virginity.

Fred continued to act as mentor, by whispering in the young
gallant's ear, who also was covered with blushes, but feeling his
steed fairly in contact with the throbbing matrix of the lovely
girl beneath him, he at once plunged forward to the attack,
pushing, shoving, and clasping her round the body with all his
strength, whilst he tried to stifle her cries of pain by glueing his
lips to hers. It was a case of Vent, Vidi, Vici. His onset was too
impetuous to be withstood, and she lay in such a passive
favourable position that the network of her hymen was broken at
the first charge, and he was soon in full possession up to the
roots of his hair.

He rested a moment, she opened her eyes, and
with a faint smile said, "Ah! It was indeed sharp, but I can
already begin to feel the pleasures of love. Go on now, dear boy,
our example will soon fire the others to imitate us," heaving up
her bottom as a challenge, and pressing him fondly to her
bosom. They ran a delightful course, which filled us all with
voluptuous excitement, and as they died away in a mutual
spend, someone put out the lights. All was laughing confusion,
gentlemen trying to catch a prize, kissing and sighing.

I felt myself seized by a strong arm, a hand groped for my
cunny, whilst a whisper in my ear said: "How delightful! It's
you, dear little Beatrice. I can't make a mistake, as yours is the
only hairless thing in the company. Kiss me, dear, I'm bursting
to be into your tight little affair." Lips met lips in a luscious kiss.

We found ourselves close to Alice's bed, my companion put me
back on it, and taking my legs under his arms, was soon pushing
his way up my longing cunny. I nipped him as tightly as
possible; he was in ecstasies and spent almost directly, but
keeping his place, he put me, by his vigorous action, into a
perfect frenzy of love. Spend seemed to follow spend, till we
had each of us done it six times, and the last time I so forgot
myself as to fairly bite his shoulder in delight.

At length he  withdrew, without telling his name. The room was still in
darkness, and love engagements were going on all round. I had
two more partners after that, but only one go with each. I shall
never forget that night as long as a breath remains in my body.
Next day I found out, through Fred, that Charlie Vavasour had
been my first partner, and that he himself believed he had had
his sister in the melee, which she afterwards admitted to me was
a fact, although she thought he did not know it, and the
temptation to enjoy her brother was too much for her.

This orgie has been the means of establishing a kind of secret
society amongst?the circle of our friends. Anyone who gives a
pressure of the hand and asks: "Do you remember Fred's
birthday?" is free to indulge in love with those who understand
it and I have since been present at many repetitions of that
birthday fun.

PART III. [original 1879-1880 text]

We returned to school, and I kept up a regular correspondence
with Frederick, the letters to and fro being enclosed in those of
Alice. Time crept on, but as you can imagine as well or better
than I can relate all the kinds of salacious amusements we girls
used to indulge in, I shall skip over the next few years till I
arrived at the age of seventeen; my guardians were in a hurry to
present me at Court, and have me brought out in hopes that I
might soon marry and relieve them of their trust.

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LADY POKINGHAM; OR THEY ALL DO IT - An Interlude


I said previously that I would skip over our remaining years at
school; yet how remiss of me! For to do so would be to neglect
some splendid erotic frolics, the writing of which has greatly
fired my blood. Indeed, in the penning of it I have often had to
pause through excess of emotion. Would that I had the strength
to satisfy my lust in your arms, dear Walter! But never again
shall I taste the joy of coition. Memory of pleasures past must be
enough for me now.

Well, then, the Easter following Frederick"s birthday orgie, it so
happened the Alice"s father had to return to the country to deal
with certain legal affairs, and had summoned Alice home.

She told me this news in the greatest excitement. "Just think! I
will be able to have my dear Willie"s pego once more, for as you
know he only had me once. Ah, my dear Beatrice, we shall
enjoy him together for I am sure you are quite to his taste."

She then begged me to use some of my allowance to buy
stockings and drawers for us both. "For we are becoming young
ladies now, no longer children, and we should be bashful about
showing our legs so much." I was happy to do so, and we spent
a happy half morning in the milliner"s, where Alice made sure to
find the most delicate and captivating items they had. She even
bought garters, somewhat to the shopkeeper"s disapproval as she
did not think such young ladies should dress so. But as is so
often the case, a little extra money shut her mouth.

We travelled by train to the town of M----., about five miles
from the Hall. The carriage was waiting for us, Mr. William
standing by its side. Alice and I had set our plan as we lay
together in bed the night before. "Remember how you notice
him," she warned me, "for we are still little girls in everyone"s
eyes and must act so." She told me I should feign a head-ache so
that Mr. William would draw the curtains of the carriage, and
this I did. "And the driver will surely be Old Adam," she told
me. "He is hard of hearing so we shall be quite safe to have a
little romp."

The thought being once more in the arms of her beloved Willie
so heated her that she leapt upon me, thrusting her tongue in my
mouth most deliciously. Her fingers dived into my pussey and
as she licked and sucked my bubbies - now somewhat more
developed yet still far from grown - as she whispered "At last
your parsley bed is beginning to grow, dear Beatrice. Ah! I must
suck your delicious quim. Do you turn over me, darling girl, and
repay the favour." It was not long before we both gave down our
liquor of love and, somewhat more composed, passed a peaceful
night.

The rail journey the next day passed without incident; as it
would not do for two well-born young ladies to travel alone, the
school had sent a chaperone with us. "What a pity we are
monitored," said Alice to me, sotto voce, "Do you see that man
there?" (pointing to a handsome man of about thirty years of age
sitting nearby) - "He shoved up behind me when we were
getting on board and I could feel his pego, stiff as iron, pressing
into meﾉ I rubbed against it and it was all I could do not to
place my hand upon him. Ah, how it twitched against me,
there"s nothing like a stiff prick, ready and randy."

Mr. William was waiting for us when we arrived at the station.
"Miss Alice, Miss Beatrice," he greeted us, with a slight bow.
Alice responded formally and for my part I complained of head-
ache and faintness. The ruse worked like a charm; Mr. William
to Old Adam to drive gently (having to repeat himself twice
before the man understood what was wanted). Then, properly
solicitous, he ushered us into the carriage and drew the curtains.

"Dear Willie, let Beatrice lay her head in your lap," said Alice,
in accordance with our little plans. William, no longer blind to
the little girl"s libidinous nature, smiled at this. As I laid my
head in his lap I could feel his pego already twitching. "Take it
out, dear Beatrice," said Alice and I, nothing loth, did so. Ah!
his great red-headed monster rose up under my nimble fingers.
"Take him in your mouth" instructed Alice, and you can be sure
I did not hesitate to follow her advice.

How his lovely cock swelled and throbbed in my mouth, and
how hot the shaft as I rubbed my fingers over it! In a flash Alice
was kneeling by my side, ready to share the delicious treat. As I
sucked, she kissed and licked his balls, running a finger back to
tickle his arsehole. Then we swapped duties, and I kissed and
fondled his testicles and even ran my tongue into his nether
hole. William"s soft moans of delight grew louder as the
moment of ecstasy approached.

"Oh, Alice, Beatrice, yes, lick, suck, nibble - ah - ah - you make
me spend!" And with that the hot sperm erupted up the stiff
shaft of his penis into Alice"s mouth. She then passed his noble
weapon to me, the sperm flying over both our faces as she did
so. Greedily I swallowed the last few spurts of his emission
before turning to Alice and kissing her passionately. Our
tongues and lips intertwined before I broke away to lick off the
sperm across her face. As I did so, Alice"s nimble fingers
slipped under my skirt to caress my pussey. So heated was I that
it was mere seconds before I shuddered with a delicious spend,
giving down my copious liquor of love.

Our passions somewhat cooled, we sat back on the seat opposite
Mr. William, his cock now pendent. "How I have missed your
lovely pego," said Alice. "And you will let Beatrice share it too.
What a fine time we will have of it, and Lucy will join our
romps also."

"But we must manage it with care, my little darlings," said Mr.
William. "That nasty spy Mary is always on the watch to catch
me with Lucy and she will become suspicious if we notice each
other too much."

"Ah, I will manage it," said Alice. "Did I not seduce you, my
dear Willie, all unbeknown to Mama and Papa, and Mary too?"
Thereupon she opened the carriage windows, explaining as she
did so her purpose to air out the odours of our passion. Our talk
turned to more wholesome matters as we continued our journey
to the Hall.

It was not long until we were rolling up the long drive, its
borders blooming with flowers in contrast to the snow and ice
that had covered everything when we celebrated Frederick"s
birthday. Frederick was not yet home, but Alice"s parents were.
I had not met them before but it was easy to see Alice"s features
in her mother, a stately woman of thirty or thereabouts. I took
her hand in mine to shake, enjoying her bright eyes, sparking
teeth, and black hair delicately arranged as I did so. Then I took
her father"s hand, a handsome man of forty, my eyes dropping
to see what kind of bunch he had in his breeches.

Alice of course gave each a warmer welcoming, hugging her
Papa and Mama warmly. "Why, you have grown since we saw
you last," said her Mama.

"You are indeed becoming a young lady," agreed her father.
"And I see you have taken to wearing stockings!" - his eyes
lingering on legs (and bosom) a little longer than perhaps was
quite respectable.

"Papa, I am no longer a child. I am a young lady now and it is
time I dressed so," said Alice.

"Well, my dear, I am sure you know best," her papa replied,
patting her bottom for a moment, which made Alice blush a
little.

We then went in and took luncheon, served by Mr. William. To
look at his formal demeanour, who could have imagined that
just an hour before he was revelling in a debauch with two
thirteen-year old girls!

After our repast, Alice declared she would spend a few hours at
the piano, an art her parents encouraged her to pursue, thinking
it a necessary skill for any well-bred young lady. She was
tutored by her aunt (you will recall I mentioned her before), a
greatly skilled player.

"Beatrice, it is a lovely day. If mama and papa will allow it, why
not prevail upon Mr. William to take you for a row? And
perhaps pack a little refreshment for there is a lovely island on
the lake that you should explore." Alice"s father declared this an
excellent idea - having no idea, of course, of Alice"s true
purpose which was for Willie and me to enjoy each other to the
full.

Soon enough, William and I were walking to the boathouse,
accompanied by Lucy, carrying some refreshments. As she
handed me into the skiff she said to me, "Enjoy your little
games my dear, I know what that fox Alice has in mind for
you." My blood was fired and I would have liked for Lucy to
join us, but she could not escape her duties in the house. "We
shall have a game later," I replied to her, sitting in the boat as
Willie locked the oars into place.

Willie removed his jacket and began to row. I admired the
supple strength of his body as he pulled at the oars, knowing
that those fine arms would soon be encircling me. As we were
still in sight of the house we had to keep up appearances and so
I sat formally opposite him. But of course we could not be
overheard.

"Ah, Willie, when we get to the island what shall we do?"

"What would you like to do, Miss Beatrice?"

"Oh, you naughty man! I want you to do me what you did to
Alice when you rowed herﾉ She was not even twelve years of
age then, but you ravished herﾉ Yes, I know all about it, how
she drew you out, and then sat atop your wonderful pego. Ah!
she was so young it could hardly fit, and as you broke through
her maiden defences she fainted. Tell me now Willie, the
mouchoir you took that day, do you still have it?"

"Indeed I do Miss Beatrice. But tell me true, you have had a
man before, I think?"

I blushed to admit it, but admit it I did.

"And who would that be?" asked Willie.

I refused to answer.

"Perhaps I could guess that Miss Alice is not the only
Marchmont to whom you have surrendered your lovely
charms?"

I splashed water at him, glared, and said no more.

It was not long before we reached the island. Stepping out first,
Willie offered me his hand and, daintily, I stepped onto the
shore.

Together we wandered into the little wood, in the midst of
which Alice had told me there was a clearing. The clearing
reached, Willie laid out a blanket and invited me to sit. Then he
opened the hamper and brought out a bottle of champagne. "I
had Lucy place this in here," he said. "It will fire our senses to
greater passions, dear Beatrice, and I do so want to enflame
you."

Eagerly I took a glass from him and swallowed it down. As the
bubbles coursed through my veins I reached up to take Willie"s
hand and pull him down beside me. I threw my arms around him
and pressed my mouth to his. Our tongues twined in a frenzy,
saliva mingling and flowing. I reached to his trousers to find his
pego already hard. Pulling it out, I stroked him to full stand.

"Be naked for me" he gasped, and lifted my dress over my head.
His lips fell to my small bubbies, covering them in kisses. My
nipples stood hard as I sighed in ecstasy. "Ah, there is
something so wonderful about a little girl"s bubbies," said
Willie. "Such sweet, delicate titties you have, still growingﾉ
it"s so rude to see, so delightfulﾉ"

As he toyed with my breasts he eased down my shift. Now I was
naked before him and his cock seemed to grow even stiffer.

"Oh, the naughty little devil," said William, "Hardly any hair on
her little cunny but she"s hot and ready to be fuckedﾉ" I
blushed a little at the rude words, and that seemed to make him
hotter.

"Fuck, cunt, bubbies, suck, bugger, pissing, arsehole, cock..
that"s the language to useﾉ Try it, my dear Beatrice, the very
rudeness of the words is what makes them best to use."

Though my sexual experience was already wide, I had rarely
used such words. But as it seemed to please Willie, I was
willing. "Fuck me, Willie, fuck meﾉ. I am yours, my cunt and
bubbies and arseﾉ oh, you like little girls, don"t you? You like
to fuck little girls who should know nothing of sexﾉ And you
fucked Alice before she was even twelve years old! What do
you think her parents would say to that, sir? Their daughter
outraged, think of the scandal! And she told me how she
enjoyed it too, the hussy, she said you had a big cock and used it
wellﾉ how often she said to me as we played in bed that she
wished her Willie were thereﾉ hot and randy and ready to fuck
us both. She would have you fuck her cunny while she kissed
mineﾉ ah, two little girls for you to fuck and romp with all
night longﾉ"

I don"t know what else I said but it was more of the same, a
litany of the most profane language, the most secret desires, the
most shameful and wrong actions - and how it fired up Willie
and indeed me too.

"Alice told me all about your encounter, dear. She was on top,
and that is how I shall do it. Lie on your back, Willie, let me
straddle you." The butler, nothing loth, followed my
instructions. I took his noble tool in my hands, holding it steady
while I directed it to the bower of bliss. Ah, it felt so large in me
as I slowly settled down on him. He placed his strong manly
hands upon my buttocks and began to move me up and down,
our moans of passion filling the glade. He pulled me towards
him so that he could kiss me passionately. It was no easy matter
as he was so big and strong and I was but a little girl; yet
passion makes a way for us and we mingled tongues and saliva
with hunger. Then, putting his finger to my mouth to wet it with
spittle, he worked it into my smaller hole.

Alice and I had often done this to each other in our night-time
revels, but Willie"s finger was bigger than her slender digit. It
smarted a little but greatly added to the salacious enjoyment of
the bout. Under this double pleasure of finger and pego it was
not long before I reached that peak of pleasure that has been the
guiding power of my life; and Willie followed soon after, letting
out a positive roar of passion and he spurted his essence deep
into me. Sated, I fell forward onto his chest as he kissed the top
of my head - "Ah, now, Miss Beatrice, was that not a fuck
indeed?"

I smiled but now that I was (at least for the nonce) satisfied I
had no wish to speak those profane words. "Dear Willie, dear
Willie" I replied, "Indeed I am sated."

Poor Willie! He has been in his grave several years now - gone
to his death-bed all under the willow-tree. Ah, sunt lacrimae
rerum. But let us not dwell on death; it comes for us all.

Willie"s pego slowly softened and he withdrew, my pussey still
holding on to him, as if reluctant to see him go. He served me a
little more champagne and then walked to the water"s edge - on
the far side of the island, so that he should not be seen from the
house - for an invigorating dip. I lay daydreaming, listening to
him splashing in the water and singing.

When the corn is waving, Annie dear, oh! Meet me by the stile,
To hear thy gentle voice again, and greet thy winning smile
The moon will be at full, love, the stars will brightly gleam
Oh! come, my queen of night, love, and grace the beauteous
scene.

The cold water had an invigorating effect on him for I could see
a new stiffness in his tool. He sat beside me, took me in his arms
and we began to kiss, his cock again growing as we did so.

"We have time let, so let us wait a little while," he said. "Tell
me of your erotic frolics with Miss Alice and I will share a story
with you in return."

I agreed willingly and gave him the account that I have already
given you, dear Walter, of how Alice took a great fancy to me
after we had been placed in the same room. Willie"s pego
stiffened and danced at some of my more descriptive passages,
and the retelling fired me too, so much that I told him about my
frolic with Frederick, though I had not intended to betray that
secret. But Willie gave a laugh and told me he had had the story
from Lucy, though in less descriptive terms. Of course I should
have guessed so from the remarks he let drop earlier and my
knowledge that he was on good terms with that winning girl.

When I told him how Alice had birched Frederick for his
impudent observation that, "Were you not my sister, Alice, I
would give you the same treatment as I have given Beatrice,"
Willie gave a low chuckle and said, "Ah, Master Frederick, you
should have been firmer, and your sister would have yielded.
Dearest Beatrice, Lucy told me Alice was indeed enamoured of
her brother; and when I asked her how she knew, she replied, "I
know what I know, Sir, and if you had seen how she sometimes
looks at him as I have seen, you would know it too!" And so
perhaps when Master Frederick comes home you can prevail
upon him to try again. There is something so maddeningly erotic
about incest - and that is the theme of the story I will now tell
you."

The Butler"s Tale

As you know, Alice"s father was ordered to the south of Europe
by his doctor. Ah, what a blow that was for me, for I had to say
adieu to my little lover. But we who serve have no freedom, and
go I must.

Mr. Marchmont went to Biarritz, a city he has visited frequently,
as have I. You know that I have been with the Marchmont
household all my life, Beatrice, and Mr. Marchmont"s father
(god rest him in his grave) made sure I was taught French when
I was a boy, for he too loved that nation.

My employer took a spacious house in Biarritz, as well as a villa
some miles into the countryside. Thither he would often repair
while his wife stayed in town, in line, he said, with his doctor"s
requirement for peace and quiet. The housekeeper, a woman of
some sixty years old, lived in a small cottage next door. With
her were her two grandchildren, a boy of thirteen and a girl of
twelve, named Henri and Aurora. Henri was a delicate and fair
boy and indeed so slender and gentle you might think he was a
girl. Aurora was a pretty brunette, with lively sparkling eyes and
the sweetest smile you ever did see.

Mr. Marchmont was happy for the children to play in the house
and garden, a fact that much delighted them for few previous
tenants had shown any such kindness. But it soon became
apparent to me that kindness was not uppermost on Mr.
Marchmont"s mind as I observed his lingering gaze, first on
Aurora alone but soon enough equally as much on Henri.

One afternoon when Aurora was playing in the garden, Mr.
Marchmont called him to her. "Sit upon my knee and you shall
have a bonbon," said he ("Of course, my dear Beatrice, this was
all in French, but I shall give it in English for you," said Willie).

The little girl did so, and Mr. Marchmont put one arm around
her waist. "What a pretty little thing you are," he said. Then
with his free hand he took a bonbon from its wrapper and placed
it between her lips. Aurora blushed but ate the sweetmeat. Mr.
Marchmont began to caress her back, running his hand down her
body to pull her dress tighter and better reveal the outline of her
ravishing bottom. "What a young lady you are becoming," he
said. "Soon all the boys will be chasing you." Again Aurora
blushed, yet there seemed a little sparkle of excitement in her
eye.  Mr. Marchmont popped another bonbon in her mouth,
saying, "Now run along dear, and perhaps you can have more
tomorrow." He gave her lovely bottom a caress and squeeze as
she stood up.

"Ah, William, I must have that little girl. Do you think it
possible?" he said to me. I suggested that with a suitable bribe to
the grandmother it would indeed be possible. I knew from my
conversations with her that she had been a bawd and indeed that
her daughter, the children"s mother, followed the same
profession in Biarritz. I began negotiations with the
grandmother and in due course informed Mr. Marchmont that
for the sum of 300 francs she would look the other way
regarding his intentions not just to Aurora but Henri as well. His
prick stiffened visibly in his breeches at this, and he gladly
handed over the money.

"But both children know nothing of the ways of the world and
are as innocent as lambs," I told him.

"Still, I will find a way to seduce them," replied he. "And after
all, with the grandmother paid off, the children are trapped."

It was not long before Aurora was back for another bonbon.
"Jump up on my lap then, my dear," said Mr. Marchmont. "But
this time I want a kiss in return."

The little girl turned her face to his, clearly expecting the kind of
kiss she would be used to from her grandmother. And indeed
Mr. Marchmont began so, with the chastest of kisses on her
cheek. "And have a little drink now, sweet one," he said to her,
passing a glass of champagne I had prepared for the very
purpose. The fizz soon brought a flush to her cheek and she
turned up her face to my employer expecting to exchange
another kiss for a bonbon.

But this was to be a different kiss as Mr. Marchmont placed his
lips on hers, then pushed his tongue into her mouth. Her eyes
wide in surprise, she tried to pull back but Mr. Marchmont held
her firm. "You are becoming a young lady now," he told her,
"and this is what a young lady must learn. So give me your
tongue or it will be a birching for you." So saying he picked up
a rod on the nearby table, bringing it down with a sharp rap.

This so alarmed the little girl that she did as instructed. And
soon enough the actions of their mingling tongues and the
champagne bought a flush of erotic delight to little Aurora"s
demeanour. "Say you begin to like it, little one?" said Mr.
Marchmont.

"Oh, sir, it is strange and what would Grannie say? Yet I begin
to like it. Is this really what young ladies do?" she whispered
back to him.

"It is, and they do much more," said he, his fingers busy with
the buttons at the back of her dress.

"What are you doing?" Aurora asked. "You should not, it is not
right."

"Why, I want to feast my eyes on your little bubbies my dear,
and you shall let me. I say what is right and you have no choice
but to obey, my little darling" - again wielding the rod.

She yielded. "But how strange it is! When I am taking a bath, I
think Henri sometimes tries to peek at me through the keyhole,
for I often hear his footsteps outside the door, even though he
attempts to be quiet. After the first time I heard him I always
placed a towel on the handle so that he should not see me, for as
grandmother says I will be a young lady soon and I must think
to my modesty." She talked on, saying as how she loved to
bathe but had only the smallest tub in her grandmother"s home.

But her idle chatter broke off as Mr. Marchmont, who had by
now eased her dress over her shoulders, revealing to his
delighted gaze her still-growing bubbies, began to apply his
tongue to her snowy white and delicate little breasts - ah, such
soft little mounds, each topped with a pink nipple. As he
caressed her, Aurora sighed in surprise and then delight at this
new sensation. "Oh sir, indeed you make me feel so strange,
what is it that you are doing?"

"Just what Henri wants to do, my dear," replied he, gently biting
a nipple. "And would you let him?"

"Oh.. ohﾉ ohhhﾉ" breathed the little girl, blushing furiously.
"Yes, sometimes I have wished to see what is in his breeches, is
that very bad?"

"As the world reckons it, yes it is bad indeed - but here, darling
Aurora, there is no bad. Only pleasure, and I mean to give you
the greatest pleasure now, my sweet little girl." So saying he
eased off her dress and then her bootees and socks, followed by
her smock. And now she was as naked as the day she was born,
blushing furiously, her hand over her pussey.

"Oh I have not been undressed in front of anyone for years," she
said, "and little girls are not supposed to be naked in front of
men."

"Here there are no such rules, little one. Here there is only
pleasure," said Mr. Marchmont, taking her hand away from her
pussey and revealing her naked charms. Her little cunny had just
a few fine hairs on it and glistened with the moisture of her
maiden arousal. "Lie down on the sofa, my dear," said Mr.
Marchmont, leading the still-blushing little girl thither. Laying
her down, he again kissed her passionately. I saw her tongue
eagerly jousting with his, her eyes closed in her growing erotic
passion. Mr. Marchmont kissed his way down her body,
smearing her bubbies with saliva before roving across her belly
and to the treasure between her legs. Diving his tongue in her
little cunt he drove her to such sighs of passion as I had not
expected from a little girl of just twelve years old. Mr.
Marchmont"s busy tongue kept working about her heated parts.
Gently he spread her labia and began to suck and nibble her
little clitoris. Her breaths became yet more ragged and excited
and it was not many minutes before she gave a convulsive
shudder and gave down her liquor of love.

"Oh, kind sir, what did you do to me?" said she, when she had
recovered a little. "I have never felt anything like that before."

"That is called spending, my little love," said he. "And men can
spend too. Would you like to see that?" Aurora blushed again
but nodded.

Mr. Marchmont, still fully dressed, directed the little girl to
unbutton his shirt, which she did eagerly. Then he directed her
fingers to his breeches, his pego clearly visible beneath the
fabric. Fumbling a little she undid the fly and her eyes widened
as his noble pego leapt out. "What a big stick!" said she. "How
funny it is, how warm, and how it throbs under my fingers. Is
that what Henri has in his breeches?"

"A smaller one, yesﾉ and we will both play with him before
long, little one, but now I want you to take mine in your mouth."

The stimulated little girl did so, though she could hardly fit her
lips round the bloated, angry shaft. Mr. Marchmont guided her
to use her fingers in collaboration with her tongue. The child
proved an eager student of the arts of love, kissing and sucking
the purple head and handling the throbbing, rampant shaft.

"Little pet, it is coming now," grunted Mr. Marchmont. I saw
his penis throb and swell as he pumped his seed first into her
mouth and, when she drew back in surprise, across her lips and
cheeks and even into her hair. The hot sperm dribbled down her
face and on to her little bubbies as Mr. Marchmont directed the
last spurts of his ejaculation into her mouth. "Swallow it, little
one, it is most invigorating," said he, as the girl obediently
complied. She then dipped a finger into the sperm liberally
coating her sweet little body. "How funny it is!" she said. "And
how strange its taste when you squirted in my mouth."

"There are other places to squirt it, darling Aurora," said he.

"What can you mean?" asked the perplexed girl.

"Why, this cock is made to go into your little cunny, my dear,
and that is what we call fucking."

Again the little girl"s eyes widened in shock. "But it is so large!
It would break me in two" said she. "Yet I liked how your
tongue played about my parts, I have never felt anything like
that before."

"How about if we get Henri to do it to you first?" suggested Mr.
Marchmont. "His little pintle could pave the way for my bigger
monster."

Once more the girl blushed charmingly, and I could tell the idea
appealed to her. "But how could I get him to do that?" asked
she.

"Leave it to me, my dear" said Mr. Marchmont. "For now, tell
him nothing of this. I will quite seduce him into our little games,
you may rely on that."

So saying he began to dress the little girl. I bought forward a
cloth to wipe the sperm glistening in her hair and streaking her
body, but he waved me away. "No" he said, in English (which
the little girl did not understand) "Let her be, and let her
grandmother see that those 300 francs have brought about her
debauch. The idea excites me, indeed, that she will see her
twelve-year-old granddaughter defiled by semen, and she will
know the girl is soon to be fucked. And buggered too, if I can
get into her little arsehole!" He also promised me that I would
be able to enjoy the little girl - and her brother, if such was my
penchant - once he had thoroughly corrupted them.

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