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 (Victorian underground erotica;  with previously unpublished material) (public domain) [05/05]

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with previously unpublished material) (public domain) [05/05]


PART III. [original 1879-1880 text, continued from above -
editor]

Alice was so attached to me that since my first visit to her home,
she had solicited her aunt to arrange with my guardians for my
permanent residence with her during my minority, which quite
fell in with their views, as it enabled me to see more society, and
often meet gentlemen who might perhaps fall in love with my
pretty face.

Lady St. Jerome undertook to present both Alice and myself;
she was an aunt, and mentioned in her letter that unfortunately a
star of the first magnitude would also be presented at the same
drawing room, but still we might have a faint chance of picking
up young Lothair, the great matrimonial prize of the season, if
he did not immediately fall in love with the beautiful Lady
Corisande, and that we should meet them both at Crecy House,
at the Duchess's ball, in celebration of the presentation of her
favourite daughter, for which she had obtained invitations for
us. For nearly three weeks we were in a flutter of excitement,
making the necessary preparations for our debut. My mother's
jewels were reset to suit the fashion of the day, and every three
or four days we went to town to see our Court milliner.


In company with Alice and her aunt, we arrived at Lord St.
Jerome's town residence in St. James' Square, the evening before
the eventful day; her ladyship was a most charming person of
about thirty, without family, who introduced us before dinner to
her niece, Miss Clare Arundel, Father Coleman, the family
confessor, and Monsignore Berwick, the chamberlain of Pio
Nono. The dinner was exquisite, and we passed a delightful
evening, amused by the quiet humour of the confessor, and the
sparkling wit of Monsignore, who seemed to studiously avoid
religious subjects. Miss Arundel, with her beautiful, pensive,
violet eyes, and dark brown golden hair, seemed particularly
fascinated by the sallies of the latter, whilst there was a
something remarked by both Alice and myself, which led us to
suspect the existence of some curious tie between the two
ecclesiastics and the ladies of the household.

Lord St. Jerome was not in town. At our special request, Alice
and myself shared the same room, which opened into a spacious
corridor, at one end of which was a small chapel or oratory. Our
minds were so unsettled by the thoughts of the morrow, and also
hopes of meeting some of our old friends in town, especially the
Vavasours, that sleep was quite banished from our eyes;
suddenly Alice started up in bed, with, "Hist! there's someone
moving about the corridor." She sprang out of bed and softly
opened our door, whilst I followed and stood close behind her.
"They're gone into the oratory," she said. "I saw a figure just in
the act of passing in; I will know what is going on; we can
easily slip into some of the empty rooms, if we hear anyone
coming."

So saying, she put on her slippers and threw a shawl over her
shoulders, and I followed her example; ready for any kind of
adventure, we cautiously advanced along the corridor, soon we
arrived at the door of the oratory, and could hear several low
voices inside, but were afraid to push the door ajar for fear of
being observed.

"Hush!" whispered Alice, "I was here when quite a little girl,
and now remember that old Lady St. Jerome, who has been dead
some time, used to use this room next to the chapel, and had a
private entrance made for herself direct from the room into the
oratory. If we can get in there," she said, turning the handle, "we
shall be in a fine place to see everything, as the room is never
used, and said to be haunted by the old lady." The door yielded
to her pressure, and we slipped into a gloomy room, just able to
see a little by the light of the moon.

Alice led me by the hand, having closed the door behind us; a
cold shiver passed over my frame, but plucking up courage, I
never faltered, and we soon found a little green baize door,
bolted on our side. "Hush!" she said, "this opens into quite a
dark corner, behind the confessional box," as she gently
withdrew the bolt, and we then noiselessly entered the chapel
into a little kind of passage, between the box and the wall, and
fortunately protected from observation by a large open-work
screen, which completely hid us, but afforded quite a good view
of the interior of the chapel. Guess our astonishment when we
beheld both Lady St. Jerome and her niece in earnest conference
with the two priests and overheard what passed.

Father Coleman. - "Well, Sister Clare, the Cardinal has ordered
that you are to seduce Lothair, by all the arts in your power;
every venial sin you may commit is already forgiven."

monsignore, addressing Lady St. Jerome. - "Yes, and Sister
Agatha here will assist you all she can; you know she is a nun,
but by the modern policy of Holy Church, we allow certain of
the sisters to marry when their union with influential men tends
to further the interests of the Church; the secret sisterhood of St.
Bridget is one of the most powerful political institutions in the
world, because unsuspected, and its members have all sworn to
obey with both body and soul; in fact, Sister Clare, this holy
sisterhood into which we have just admitted you, by this special
faculty from his Eminence, will permit you to enjoy every
possible sensual pleasure here upon earth, and insure your
heavenly reward as well."

The bright light shows us plainly the blushing face of Clare
Arundel, which is turned almost crimson, as the confessor
whispers something to her. "Ah! No! No! No! not now," she
cried out.

Monsignore. - "The first act of sisterhood is always to do
penance directly after admission, and you have taken the oaths
to obey both in body and mind, sister Agatha will blindfold you,
throw off your robe, and submit your body to the mortification
of the flesh."

Lady St. Jerome quickly removed the dressing-gown in which
her niece was enveloped, and left the fair girl with nothing but
her chemise to cover her beautiful figure; the bandage was
speedily adjusted over her lovely eyes, and she was made to
kneel on a cushion, and rest her arms and face on the rails of the
altar. Father Coleman armed himself with a light scourge of
small cords, fixed in a handle, whilst her ladyship turned up the
chemise of the victim so as to expose her bottom, thighs, legs
and back to his castigation; then she withdrew, and seated
herself on the knee of Monsignore, who had made himself
comfortable in a large chair close to the victim; he clasped her
round the waist, and pressed his lips to hers, whilst their hands
seemed to indulge in a mutual groping about each other's private
parts.

The scourge fell upon the lovely bottom; each stroke drawing a
painful sigh from the victim, and leaving long red weals on the
tender flesh.

The confessor continually lectured her on her future duties, and
made her promise to do all his commands.

The poor girl's bottom was soon scored all over, and dripping
with blood; the sight of which seemed to inflame the others, so
that the confessor's affair stood out between the opening of his
cassock, whilst Lady St. Jerome spitted herself on the pego of
Monsignore, and rode a most gallant St. George as he sat in the
chair.

The confessor. - "Now, sister, for the last mortification of your
flesh, you must surrender your virginity to the Church." Saying
which, he produced several fine large cushions, took the
bandage from her eyes, and laid her comfortably on her back for
his attack, with an extra cushion under her buttocks, in the most
approved fashion. Then kneeling down between her thighs, he
opened his cassock, and we could see he was almost naked
underneath. He laid himself forward on her lovely body, and
whispered something in her ear, which was apparently a
command to her to take hold of his lustful weapon, for she
immediately put down her hand, and seemed (as far as we could
see) to direct it to her crack herself. She was evidently fired with
lust, and longing to allay the raging heat of the part which had
been so cruelly whipped, for she heaved up her bottom to meet
his attack, and so seconded his efforts that he speedily forced his
way in, and the only evidence of pain on her part was a rather
sharp little cry, just as he entered to break through the hymen.
They lay for a moment in the enjoyment of the loving
conjunction of their parts; but she was impatient, putting her
hands on the cheeks of his bottom, and pressing him to herself
in a most lascivious manner, and just then Monsignore and
Sister Agatha, who had finished their course, got up, and one
with the scourge, and the other with a thin cane (after first lifting
up his cassock and exposing a brown hairy-looking bottom),
began to lay on to Father Coleman in good earnest. Thus
stimulated, and begging and crying for them to let him alone, he
rammed furiously into Miss Clare, to her evident delight; she
wriggled, writhed, and screamed in ecstasy, and gave us such a
sight of sensual delirium as I have never seen before or since. At
last he seemed to spend into her, and, after a while, withdrew
himself from her reluctant embrace, as she seemed to try hard to
get him to go on again.

We could see they were preparing to leave the chapel, so
thought it time to make our retreat.

Next day we were presented, and nothing in the manner of the
lively Lady St. Jerome, or the demure Miss Clare Arundel,
would have led anyone to imagine the scene that we had
witnessed in the small hours of the morning.

In the evening we were all at the Duchess's ball. Lord
Carisbrooke, to whom I was specially introduced, was my
partner in the set, in which danced Lothair and Miss Arundel as
vis-a-vis to Lady Corisande and the Duke of Brecon.
Bye-and-bye the hero of the evening led me out for the Lancers,
and afterwards we strolled into the conservatory, quite
unobserved; his conversation was much livelier than I had
expected, for Lady St. Jerome had represented to us that he was
seriously bent on religion, and about to join the Romish Church.
The conservatory was large, and we strolled on till the music
and laughter seemed quite at a distance, and coming to a seat
with a delightful fountain in front of us we sat down, but just as
he was observing, "How delightful it was to withdraw from the
whirl of gaiety for a few minutes," we heard some light
footsteps approaching, and evidently a very loving couple, the
lady exclaiming, with a saucy laugh, "Ah! No! How dare you
presume so; I would never be unfaithful to Montairy even in a
kiss"; there was a slight struggle, and, "Ah, Monster, what a
liberty!" and we heard the smack of lips upon a soft cheek, and
then, "Oh! No! Let me go back," but the gentleman evidently
remonstrated, as I could hear him say, "Come, come, compose
yourself, dear Victoria, a little, there is a seat here by the
fountain, you must rest a moment,"

Lothair, with a start, whispered - "They must not catch us here,
they'd think we had been eavesdropping; let's hide ourselves and
never say a word about it," dragging me by the hand around a
corner, where we were well screened by the foliage of the
delicious exotics.

My heart was in a flutter, and I could perceive he was greatly
moved. We stood motionless, hand in hand, as the lady and
gentleman took possession of the cool seat we had just vacated;
the latter proved to be the Duke of Brecon. I could see them
plainly, and have, no doubt Lothair did also.

Lady Montairy. - "Now, sir, no more of your impudent pranks.
Pray let me recover my serenity."

The Duke knelt down and took her hand, which she affectedly
tried to withdraw, but he retained it, saying:

"Dearest Victoria, pity my passion. How can I help loving those
killing eyes,and luscious pouting lips. That very fact of its
being wrong makes my determination the greater to enjoy you
the first opportunity. It is useless to resist our fate: Why has the
God of Love given me such a chance as this?"

She turns away her head with affected prudery; but not a blush
rises to assert her horror at his speech. One hand presses her
fingers to his lips; but where is the other  Under her clothes. He
first touches her ankle, and slowly steals it up her leg. She
fidgets on the seat, but he is impetuous, and soon has possession
of her most secret charms. Her languishing eyes are turned on
him, and in an instant, he is on his legs, and pushing her clothes
up, displays a lovely pair of legs in white silk stockings,
beautiful blue garters with gold buckles, her thighs encased in
rather tight-fitting drawers, beautifully trimmed with
Valenciennes lace. His lips are glued to hers at the same instant,
and his hands gently part her yielding thighs, as he placed
himself well between them. It is but the work of an instant. He
places her hand on the shaft of love, which he has just let out,
and it is guided into the haven of love. Both are evidently too
hot and impetuous, for it seems to be over in a minute.

She hastily kisses him, and puts down her clothes as she says:
"How awful; but I could not resist Your Grace without
disordering all my dress. It's been quite a rape, sir," with a smile.
"Now, let's make haste back before we are missed." He kisses
her, and makes her agree to an assignation, somewhere in South
Belgravia, for the morrow, to enjoy each other more at leisure,
and then they were gone.

It would be impossible to describe the agitation of my partner
during this short scene; Lothair seemed to shiver and shudder
with emotion, I was also all of a tremble, and nestled close to
him, my arm designedly touching the bunch in his trousers,
always so interesting to me; I could feel it swell and seem ready
to burst from its confinement; he nervously clasped my hand,
and was speechless with emotion all during the scene which I
have described; as soon as they were gone he seemed to give a
gasp of relief, and led me out of our hiding place. "Poor girl," he
said, "what a sight for you, how I trembled for my own honour,
lest the scene should make me lose my self-control. Ah!
wretched woman, to betray your husband so!" Then looking at
me for the first time he said, "Do you not think it is best for a
man never to marry?"

Used as I had been to such things, his terrible emotion made me
quite sympathize with him, and my own agitation was quite
natural, as I replied, "Ah! my Lord, you little know the ways of
the world; I saw a more awful scene than what we have
witnessed, only last night, enacted by men sworn to perpetual
celibacy, and you yourself were mentioned as a victim to their
infernal plot."

"My God! Lady, pray tell me what it was," he ejaculated. "Not
now, we shall be missed, do you know any place where I can
have a private conference with your lordship? If so, meet me to-
morrow afternoon at two o'clock, in the Burlington Arcade. I
shall come disguised," I answered.

He hastily wrote the assignation on his tablets, and we made
haste to return to the saloons from which we had been absent
quite twenty minutes. A little while after, as I was sitting by the
side of Alice, whispering my adventure in her ear, Lady
Montairy, to whom I had previously been introduced, came and
seated herself by my side. "Ah!" she said, with a sly look,
"you're in a fair way to carry off the great prize; my sister
Corisande will stand no chance."

"I've only danced one set with him," I replied, demurely.
"Ah!" she laughed, "it was not the Lancers I referred to, but
your quiet stroll into the recesses of the conservatory. You had
quite a lover's tete-a-tete."

"But we did not indulge in a Pas Sett!, as you did with His
Grace," I laughed, enjoying her confusion.

She was speechless with surprise, her eyes fairly started with
affright, and I hastened to reassure her, "I'm your friend, dear
Lady Montairy, your secret is safe with me, and I hope you will
not make any remarks in connection with myself and Lothair."
She squeezed my hand nervously, and asked, "Do you
remember Fred's birthday? I was not there, but my brother
Bertram was with his cousins the Vavasours, and passed as their
brother Charlie, who happened to be too ill to go with them. I'm
initiated into your society. We shall meet again," she added with
a smile; "I must go now to keep my engagements."

The supper was a fairy feast, except for its substantial reality,
and we returned home to Lady St. Jerome's charmed with
everything, and especially with the fine prospect we seemed to
have of future enjoyment.

Next day I made an excuse to go out alone to pay a visit to an
old schoolfellow, and two o'clock found me sauntering through
Burlington Arcade. Lothair was there to the minute, and gently
whispered in my ear, as I was looking in a doll-shop.

"Now, this is really kind of Your Ladyship, and proves you can
be depended on; I have made a most excellent arrangement, we
have only to step across the road to the Bristol Hotel in
Burlington Gardens, where I have ordered luncheon for myself
and cousin, in a private apartment, and they know me too well to
pry into my affairs."

The chamber-maid attended me in the bedroom, and as soon as I
had laid aside my cloak, hat, &c, I rejoined Lothar in the
adjoining apartment, where a sumptuous luncheon was set out.
Lothair, whose shyness of the previous evening seemed
considerably dispelled, most gallantly insisted upon my
partaking of refreshment, before a word of my communication
should be uttered. "Besides," he said, "a little champagne will
give you courage, if it is at all disagreeable; the scene last night
was such a shock to both of us that if you now prefer to be silent
I won't press you about what you mentioned in the excitement of
such a moment."

His conversation was very lively all through the repast, and
when we had nearly finished I asked him to ring for a little milk,
which was brought to me; he was at the moment abstractedly
examining the debris of a pate de foie gras. I poured part of the
milk into two champagne glasses, and slyly added about ten
drops of tincture of cantharides, with which Alice had provided
me, to his portion. "Now, my Lord," I said, "I challenge you to
pledge me in a glass of my favourite beverage, champagne and
milk, I think it is delicious," pouring out the fizzing wine, and
handing him the glass, which I first touched with my lips.
His eyes sparkled with delight as he drained it to the bottom,
and flung the empty glass over his shoulder, exclaiming, "No
one shall ever put their lips to that again, it was indeed a
challenge, Lady Beatrice, after which nothing but the reality will
satisfy me," then rising, he persisted in claiming the kiss I had,
as he alleged, challenged him to take.

"Now," he continued, drawing me to a sofa, "let us sit down and
hear the awful communication you hinted at; who were those
wretched men?"

"Monsignore Berwick and Father Coleman," I replied; "did you
ever hear of a secret sisterhood of St. Bridget, the nuns
belonging to which devote both soul and person to the service of
the Church?"

"No, never, go on," said Lothair, so I continued: "These nuns are
all aristocratic ladies, who devote themselves, as I said,
implicitly to the interests of Holy Mother Church, to satisfy and
appease the lusts of her priests, as well as marry any influential
man they think they can lead by the silken tie of matrimony;
such, my Lord, are Lady St. Jerome and Miss Arundel."

"Incredible," exclaimed Lothair, "but I cannot doubt your word,
dear Beatrice - permit me to call you," his eyes looking
amorously at me, and evidently already slightly moved by the
exciting dose I had given him. I took his hand in mine, it was
feverishly warm, then looking him full in the face: "My dear
Lord, I would not have been here if for one moment I had
thought you could doubt my word."

"Call me Lothair, darling, throw away all awkward reserve," he
said, putting his arm around my waist, and giving another lass
on my cheek, "go on; tell me all about those fiendish priests who
have been plotting to ensnare me."

"Take my advice, Lothair," I went on, "you will find Miss Clare
quite changed her demure and reserved aspect turned to alluring
and captivating glances; the Cardinal's orders are positive that
she is not to spare even her honour if necessary, but that is an
article I saw her surrender to the confessor." Then I described to
him the scene we had witnessed in the chapel, which, added to
the effects of the tincture, seemed quite to work him up to a state
of amorous excitement.

"Honour! Honour!" he exclaimed, excitedly. "Alas! dear
Beatrice, last night I felt able to lose life rather than that, and
now it's gone, fled like a shadow, but what is it after all, but a
mean, mistrustful shame; you must be mine, I can't restrain the
fire of love which is consuming me; the very sin makes the idea
more delicious." My faint efforts were useless, he was a fine
strong young fellow; in an instant I was thrown backwards on
the sofa, and his hands took possession of my longing cunny;
the furor of lust was upon him, but I made a fair show of
resistance, and seemed only to yield to force, shutting my eyes
as if afraid to see how he was exposing himself.

He roughly forced my thighs apart, and throwing himself upon
me, I could feel the hot soft head of his cock forcing its way
between the lips of my vagina. I struggled and contracted myself
as much as possible, and having previously well bathed the parts
in a strong solution of alum and water, he experienced as great
tightness and difficulty in penetration as if I had really been a
virgin. My subdued cries of pain were real, for his big affair hurt
me very much, but he gradually won his way, which was at the
last moment facilitated by a copious spend.

"Ah! Darling; how delightful," he cried, as he lay with his
weapon up to the hilt, throbbing and enjoying the lascivious
contractions to which I now treated him.

His lips were fixed to mine; the soft velvety tip of his tongue
was a titbit I could not refuse, and I sucked it till I almost
choked for want of breath. He spent again under the stimulating
emotions with which I inspired him. He lay still for a few
moments as we recovered our breath, then, with an upward
motion of my buttocks, I challenged him to go on.

It was a most erotically voluptuous love engagement. I could not
exhaust him; he was continually shooting his love juice into my
very insatiable womb, and it was more than an hour before
either of us would consent to a cessation of the game.
All that time we had been as closely joined together as the
Siamese twins, only one heart and one soul seemed to animate
us, whilst we were constantly returning the flow of sperm one
after the other in the most thrilling manner.

After we had washed and refreshed ourselves, he begged my
forgiveness for his impulsiveness, and promised to make me his
wife, but I recalled to him his words of the previous evening:
"That it was better for a man never to marry," and that for my
part I thought that such sweet liaisons could never be enjoyed by
"married people."

"Ha! Ha!" I laughed. "You have the two nuns of St. Bridget to
enjoy. Be advised by me, and seem to fall into their traps. I will
introduce you to another secret society which you have little
idea of. It is devoted to the pleasure of love, without being under
the control of a lustful priesthood. You shall meet me again this
day week and tell me how you get on."

He parted from me very lovingly; and on my return to St. James'
Square, I found that Lady Montairy had brought an invitation
from the Duchess for us to spend a few days at Crecy House
before our return to the country.

"How delightful," said Alice. "The Duke has gone to Paris on
business, and the Duchess is often indisposed; we shall find
ourselves in Paphian bowers."

Lothair dined with us that evening, but neither of us betrayed,
by word or look, the new link between us.

Miss Arundel was attractive, and even alluring, in her manner
towards him. Her face was all smiles as she addressed him in
tones of sympathy, even of tenderness. Bewitching enough to
turn the head of any less susceptible (even than Lothair) to the
influence of the softer sex. She looked divine, dressed in a
wondrous white robe, garlanded with violets just arrived from
Paris; on her head a violet wreath, deep and radiant as her eyes,
and which admirably contrasted with her dark golden brown
hair.

I could see he was fascinated. He asked us an to drive down to
Richmond and dine with him the next day, but Alice declined
for me and herself, alleging as a reason the short time we had to
stay in town, and that we should at once have to avail ourselves
of the Duchess's invitation, and with Lady Jerome's permission
would remove to Crecy House early in the morning.

I could see this plan afforded them infinite satisfaction. So next
day saw us welcomed at Crecy House by Lady Bertha St.
Aldegonde on behalf of the Duchess, who was confined to her
room. Lady Montairy conducted us to our apartments, and
dismissing the attendants as soon as possible, she embraced me
first, and then Alice, saying: "How nice of you two dears to
come so soon. You're just in time for a most important
ceremony. To-morrow Mama thinks we are all going to the
Academy, but in reality it is quite a different place. The fact is,
Corisande is going to be received as a member of the Paphian
Circle, as we call the society which you helped to originate. St.
Aldegonde, indifferent and 'ne'er do well' as he seems, is the life
and soul of it; Bertha indulges him in everything. Jealousy is
unknown in our family. You win meet Bertram, Carisbrooke,
and Brecon all there. We only want Lothair to make it
perfection, as Corisande means to taste and try which she likes
best."

Alice. - "But surely we're not obliged to wait till to-morrow.
Can't you. Victoria, give us a little party in your room to-night?"

"Yes," she answered. "But only a hen party; ourselves and
Corisande. My room is the next to yours. The gentlemen will be
at the clubs. St. Aldegonde never will have a woman at night,
and says the morning is the proper time, because his cock
always stands best on an empty stomach before breakfast."
The indisposition of the Duchess was a good excuse for all the
ladies of the family to retire early, and after having dispensed
with the lady's-maids, we met in Lady Montairy's chamber, all
attired "en robes de nuit."

Bertha St. Aldegonde was a really splendid woman, a dark
brunette of a fully developed figure, prominent dark flashing
eyes, and a most sensual chin. Victoria Montairy was also a fine
woman, with a very beautiful classic cast of countenance, whilst
the darling Corisande seemed more beautiful than ever, for want
of ornament, in her spotless chemise de nuit.

Alice and I both kissed her with rapture, which she lovingly
responded to. "Now, what is the programme?" said Alice to
Lady Bertha.

"St. Aldegonde and Montairy are both keeping themselves in
reserve for the grand ceremony of to-morrow," she replied;
"what weak things these men are; as if we wanted to be kept in
reserve. Why Victoria and myself never get enough; the more
we have the more we seem to require, and the less able they
become to satisfy us. Talk about women's rights, they ought to
compel husbands to find substitutes, when they can't do it for
us."

"Well, if you have a pair of good godemiches, Beatrice and
myself will try and satisfy you a little, whilst dear Corisande
shall keep us up to the work with a good rod," said Alice.
The godemiches were brought forth, and proved to be of
monstrous size, to our ideas; they were made of the finest
vulcanized india rubber, beautifully moulded and finished, with
all appendages complete; we strapped them on as soon as they
were charged with a creamy compound of gelatine and milk. All
were stripped to the buff.

Lady Bertha took me on her knee, kissing me lusciously, and
handling the dildoe as if it had been alive. "What a fine fellow,"
she laughed, "but not a bit too large to please me." Meanwhile
my fingers were busy, nipping and pinching her clitoris; she
glued her lips to mine and fairly sucked my breath away, excited
by my touches which had caused quite an erection of her finely
developed clitoris. She drew me on to a couch, and I thrust the
affair into her already spending cunny; her bottom responded to
every shove, whilst I felt the smarting cuts of the birch, which
Corisande was applying alternately to myself and Alice; it was
most delicious. I responded with all my ardour to the loving
caresses of Lady Bertha, who clasped me firmly by the buttocks,
whilst with two fingers of the right hand she frigged both my
bottom and cunny at once; Alice and her partner were quite
forgotten; I thought I had never experienced anything so
delicious in my life. The combination of emotions quite carried
me away, the lovely woman bounding under me in rapture, our
luscious kisses, the warmth and exquisite titillations of my
fundament arrangements seemed such an acme of bliss that
when I made the godemiche spend into her my own nature
seemed to melt into a sea of lubricity.

After a few moments I entreated her to be the gentleman, and let
me have her stiff clitoris, which I was sure could give me great
pleasure. "Certainly, dear," she said, "I often do it to Victoria;
throw off the dildoe." As quickly as possible we change places,
and I begged her first to bring herself forward over my mouth
that I might kiss her pussey, and caress that exciting clitoris of
hers. It was done at once, and I had a glorious view of the
paraphernalia of love. A splendid mount covered with glossy
black hair; the serrated vermilion lips of her cunny slightly
parted, from which projected quite four inches a stiff fleshy
clitoris as big as a man's thumb. I opened the lips with my
fingers, passed my tongue lasciviously about the most sensitive
parts, took that glorious clitoris in my mouth, rolling my tongue
around it, and playfully biting with my teeth; it was too much
for her; with a cry of "Oh! Oh! you make me come, darling!"
she spent profusely all over my mouth and chin.

She sank down upon me, and I opened my legs to admit her.
"Now it's my turn to repay the delicious pleasure I owe you,"
she sighed, kissing me rapturously, and sucking my tongue into
her mouth, so that I could scarcely catch my breath; with her
fingers she opened my slit as wide as possible, then directing
her clitoris to the passage she seemed to stuff lips and all in,
then closed my affair upon it, holding them together tightly with
her hand. I can't express to you how novel and delightful this
conjunction was to me; we were both so heated and excited, our
spendings seemed to mingle together and add to our erotic fury;
without separating for a moment she rubbed and pushed about
inside of me, the lips and hair of her cunny titillating the
sensitive parts in a most thrilling way. We swam in a sea of
lubricity, whilst Corisande added to her sister's enjoyment by
the stimulating effect of her rod.

At last all was over, and we retired to rest, and did not rise till
late next morning. Refreshed by a cold bath we had only just
time to breakfast and prepare for our visit to the Academy. We
drove to Burlington House, but only stayed half-an-hour,
entered the carriage again and were driven to a large house
facing the Thames, in Cheyne Walk; it was detached, and stood
back in its own grounds.

We were received at the door by a quiet-looking old lady, who
was the housekeeper and manager to the Paphian Circle; she
ushered us into a large drawing-room, which occupied nearly all
the space of the first floor, being supported in the centre by
elegant fluted columns of black and gold, and the whole
apartment looked like a hall of the veritable Alhambra, the
windows closed by gorgeous black and gold curtains, and
although it was daylight outside, lighted up by a constellation of
wax lights, artistically arranged all round the walls.

The Duke of Brecon was there as a novice, with Bertram and
Lord Carisbrooke as sponsors; Lords Montairy and St.
Aldegonde, with several other gentlemen and ladies, were also
present. Alice and myself were overwhelmed with compliments
as being two of the original founders of the society. Lord St.
Aldegonde, as president, now asked Corisande and the Duke if
they pledged their words to keep all the secrets of the Paphian
Circle, remarking that oaths were quite useless, as he felt sure
those who introduced them had every faith in their honourable
intentions. Being answered in the affirmative, and having
shaken hands with them, he requested all to prepare for dancing,
as no one else was expected.

The company retired to the dressing rooms, and in a few
minutes we were all back in the drawing-room, everyone in a
state of nudity with the exception of silk stockings, garters, and
elegant dancing shoes. To prevent jealousy or any undue
preference there was a deep box on a sideboard, where the
refreshments stood; in this box were deposited slips of
parchment, each bearing the name of one of the gentlemen
present, and the ladies had each to draw for her partner in the
first waltz, and the pas de deux after it. Corisande drew Lord
Carisbrooke, and my prize was St. Aldegonde.

I must not omit to mention that one of the ladies would get a slip
with "Piano" on it and the last gentleman had to turn over the
music for her. This fell to Lady Bertha, who was a brilliant
pianist, and at once struck up a well-known favourite from the
Argyll Rooms, and we were instantly in motion. It was far more
exciting than the blindfold romp on Fred's birthday; she kept us
going till one by one, the couples subsided on the inviting
couches, which stood around the room; my partner was in a
brilliant state of erection, but he whispered to me, "Not yet
Beatrice dear, we must see to Corisande."

Everyone seemed to act without the necessity of orders; all the
couples ranged up in a semi-circle, round the couch where Carisbrooke
was caressing and kissing her, whilst the beautiful girl, her eyes
languishing with love, was sighing and looking at his fine cock, which she
held in her hand: "Now, love," said the gallant, "as a novice you
must kiss every gentleman's affair, and then we will initiate you
into the mysteries of Venus." Corisande, all blushes, took each
throbbing pego tenderly in her hand, and softly kissed the velvet
heads.

"Now, Brecon," said my partner, "you do the same to the
ladies, and that part of the ceremony will be over."

"With pleasure, on my knees," said the Duke, and we each
presented our cunnies to his lips. Carisbrooke now gently
inclined Corisande backwards, and put a soft pillow under her
bottom, then proceeded to place himself in position, but unable
to restrain his excitability, he spent all over her lovely mossy
mount and belly, some of the sperm going quite up to the
alabaster globes which adorned her heaving bosom.
He blushed with shame and vexation, whilst Corisande was
crimson, and gasping with excited expectation.

Lady Bertha, who was the coolest of the company, at once
wiped all the sperm off her sister's belly with her fingers, with
which she lubricated her crack; then taking hold of His
Lordship's affair, directed it properly to the longing gap of love.
"Shove away. Shove, my boy. Heave up your bottom to meet
him, dear," she laughed, giving Corisande a good sounding slap
on the side of her buttocks with her other hand.

With a furious plunge, the dart of love made its effort just at the
right moment. The collision with her hymen was most
destructive, the virgin defences gave way as with an awful
shriek of pain, she lost all consciousness. He completed the
conquest of his victim's virginity, and then lay soaking, and
trying to revive her sensibility by his lascivious throbbing inside
of her, whilst we applied salts and restoratives to bring her
round.

She very speedily came to herself, evidently forgetting the
fearful pain of her ravishment; there was a delightful languor in
her eyes, as she patted his bottom and hugged him to her bosom.
He responded to the gentle challenge, making her revel in all the
delights of coition, and never withdrew his blood-stained
priapus till they had mutually spent several times.

My partner now led me to a couch, as the others dispersed on
the same kind of business. He was still as stiff as ever, and I
longed to feel him within me, but, to my surprise, he mounted
the reverse way upon me, presenting his bottom to my face and
asked me to press my firm bubbies together, so that his cock
might spend between them whilst he gamahuched me. It was a
luscious position, and I lent all my ardour to second his fancy,
and his lascivious tongue made me spend in delight just as his
sperm deluged my bosom and belly.

Alice had had Lord Montairy.

After this, the gentlemen's names were replaced in the box, and
the ladies made another selection, but in case of anyone drawing
the same partner a second time, she had to return the slip and
draw another.

Thus we passed a most delicious afternoon, refreshing ourselves
from time to time with champagne and ices, or something more
substantial, for the worship of Venus and Priapus requires
continual stimulating with the most invigorating viands.
In this short sketch of my adventures it would be impossible to
describe everything at great length, but I can assure you the
ladies fairly exhausted the gentlemen before they allowed
themselves to be driven home to dinner.


Part IV

My partner was far too impetuous to heed my faint
remonstrances, and in spite of all I could do to keep my thighs
closed his venturesome hand soon took possession of my heated
cunny. "If I die I must have you, darling lady," he whispered in
my ear, as he suddenly forced me quite back on the sofa, and
tried to raise my clothes.

"Ah! No! No! I shall faint. How your violence frightens me!" I
sighed, trying to smother my desires by simulating helplessness,
and then feigning unconsciousness I promised myself a rare
treat by allowing him to think I really had fainted, which, no
doubt, would urge him to take advantage of the moment to riot
unrestrained in the enjoyment of my most secret charms.
It was almost dark in the shadowy recess where the sofa on
which we were was situated. "She's quite gone, the darling!" I
heard him say to himself, as he gently parted my relaxing thighs,
"I'll kiss it first." Then I knew he was kneeling between my legs,
and I felt his fingers gently parting the lips of my cunt. "How I
must have excited her, she's been spending!" he went on, then I
felt his lips right between the nymphre as he kissed me
rapturously just on the excitable little clitoris. What a thrill of
desire it sent through my frame, as it made me literally quiver
all-over with emotion, so that I could scarcely refrain from
clasping his head with my hand, or nipping his dear face
between my thighs.

This only lasted a few moments, which seemed awfully long in
my excitable state, my cunt was spending and throbbing under
the voluptuous titillations of his velvety tongue. Heavens how I
wanted to feel his prick inside of me! and could not have
feigned my fainting state another instant, but the moment my
lips were in the act of parting to implore him to fuck me at once
he started to his feet, pushing my thighs as wide apart as
possible, and directly I felt the hot head of his cock placed to the
mark; slowly and gradually he pushed his way in, as contracting
my usually tight affair I made it as difficult as I could for him to
achieve possession. How he kissed my lips, calling me,
"Darling lady, dear Beatrice, oh, you love, what pleasure you give me!"

I felt him spend a torrent of his warm essence right up to my
vitals, and then lay still upon me exhausted for the moment by
the profuseness of his emission.

Still apparently in the state of inanimation, and without opening
my eyes, I made my cunt nip and contract on his throbbing prick
as it was soaking within me, in such a manner that he was
almost immediately aroused from his delicious lethargy, and
recommenced his movements, exclaiming to himself, What a
love of a girl, even in her fainting state, the love pressure of her
cunt responds to the action of my prick. What pleasure it would
be if I could but arouse her to sensibility!" as he kissed me over
and over again rapturously, quickening his stroke till my blood
was so fired I could no longer impose upon him, so I suddenly
threw my arms around the dear boy's neck, whilst my amorous
kisses responding to his silently assured him of the delight he
was affording me.

"Here they are, the sly things, why Beatrice is the hottest of the
lot, see she has got Charles well in her," laughed Lady Bertha;
bringing a light into the room, and followed by all the others,
looking very excited, and as if some of them at least had been
doing the same; in fact I could see the front of John's trousers
were undone, whilst the flushed face of Lady Montairy, and the
delighted manner in which she clung to the handsome young
French page, assured me that she at least was on the best of
terms with her partner, added to which, in the background,
Bridget and Fanny seemed as loving as any of them from their
damask cheeks and sparkling eyes.

Charles was dreadfully confused, and I felt that the surprise was
taking all the vigour out of him, so with the greatest presence of
mind, I threw my legs over his buttocks and embraced him more
firmly than ever, as I exclaimed, "It's this naughty fellow, my
dear, has taken liberties with me, that I fainted from fear, and he
is in complete possession of my virginity, and having aroused
all my passions to the highest pitch he wants to withdraw, slap
his bottom well for me, and make him now complete my
pleasure, after satisfying his own greedy lustfulness!"
He struggled hard to get away but I held him tightly, whilst all
of them slapped him without mercy, making him fairly bound in
the saddle to my great delight, more especially when I soon
found him swelling up quite an unnatural stiffness, till his prick
was almost breaking my quim, and he was furiously fucking
with all his might, as he cried out for them to leave off and let
him do it properly.

The noise of the slaps on his bum seemed to give me intense
delight and I never remember to have had a more delicious
fucking, which as he had spent twice previously lasted a long
good bout, till we both came together almost frantic with
delight, as our mutual essences were commingled at the same
moment.

"There, don't let me catch any two of you slipping away by
themselves again," said Lady Montairy, as she gave a last
tremendous slap, which fairly made the poor
fellow bound under her hand, in spite of his exhaustive spend.
"It spoils half the fun, when some are so sly, and pretend to be
mock-modest when at the same time they are quite or more
inclined for the sport than anyone."

All returned to the drawing-room and refreshed ourselves with
champagne, jellies and other reinvigorating delicacies, as we
laughed and bantered the four young fellows and the two lady's-
maids about their sweethearts and love experiences, till Bertha
wrote all the names of the female members of our party on slips
of paper, which she said she would hold for the boys to draw
their prizes, declaring that Bridget and Fanny, if drawn, should
submit to be fucked, although they protested their virginity and
determination to keep it for the present, much as they enjoyed
the other fun.

First of all she asked us to assist her in stripping our cavaliers
quite naked, in order that we might enjoy the sight of their
adolescent beauties (John, the eldest, being only nineteen). They
were finely formed young fellows, but the splendid proportions
of Master Charlie's penis carried off the honours of the evening,
being more than eight inches long and very thick. My lady
friends were in ecstasies at the sight, and almost made the other
three young fellows jealous by each wishing he might draw
them for a partner.

"Now there shall be no deception or cheating; I've a novel idea
how the lots shall be drawn," said Bertha, drawing up her
clothes till she showed the beautiful lips of her luscious cunt,
just peeping out between the slit in her drawers as her legs were
wide apart; then drawing me close to her side she gave me the
slips of paper and whispered in my ear to arrange them in her
cunt with the seven ends just sticking out. It was soon done,
then our gentlemen had to kneel down in front and each one
drew his paper with his mouth.

This was a jolly bit of fun, Bertha looked as if she would have
liked to be fucked by all four instead of merely having them
draw lots from her gap, which was so tickled as they drew out
the papers that she actually spent under the novel excitement.
John drew Bridget; James, Lady Montairy; Charles, Bertha,
whilst I was lucky enough to get the handsome Lucien, who had
been eyeing me with a most amorous leer, which you may be
sure did not in the least offend me.

Corisande and Fanny were told to fit themselves with a couple
of most artistically moulded india-rubber dildoes of a very
natural size and not too large, which Lady St. Aldegonde said
her husband had procured for the purpose of having
his lady bottom-fuck himself occasionally, when he wanted
extra stimulation. "And now my dear, they will be very useful in
enabling you to give these nice youths the double pleasure as
they enjoy their partners."

The ladies were now also divested of everything, till the
complete party were in a state of buff, excepting the pretty boots
and stockings, which I always think look far sweeter than naked
legs and feet.

The interest centred in the engagement between Bertha and
Charles, as the others were all anxious to see the working of his
fine prick in her splendid cunt. He was in a very rampant state of
anticipation, so she laid him at full length on his back, on a soft
springy couch, then stretching across his legs she first bent
down her head to kiss and lubricate the fine prick with her
mouth, then placing herself right over him gradually sheathed
his grand instrument within her longing cunt, pressing down
upon him, with her lips glued to his, as she seemed to enjoy the
sense of possessing it all. I motioned to her bottom with my
finger, and Fanny, understanding my ideas, at once mounted up
behind her mistress and brought the head of her well-cold-
creamed dildoe to the charge against her brown-wrinkled
bottom-hole, at the same time clasping her hands round Bertha,
one hand feeling Charlie's fine prick, whilst the fingers of her
other were tickling the fine clitoris of our mistress of the
ceremonies.

It was a delightful tableau, and it awfully excited us
all when they at once plunged into a course of most delicious
fucking. Fanny was as excited as either of them as she
vigorously dildoed her mistress, and kept her hands stimulating
them in front. Corisande now attacked Fanny behind with her
dildoe, delighting her with frigging combined.

How they screamed with delight, and spent over and over again;
it is impossible to describe, but I had got Lucien's fine prick in
my hand as we were kissing and indulging in every possible
caress. It throbbed in my grasp as I repeatedly drew back the
foreskin, till at length fearing he would spend over my hand, I
sank back on a sofa, and drew him upon me, guiding his affair
to my longing cunt, whilst he clasped me round the body and
kissed more ardently than ever. I could see all that was going on
round the room, Lady Bertha still riding furiously on Charles,
stimulated by the double exertions of Fanny and Corisande, and
watched with delight the frenzied enjoyment of the lady's-maid,
as she handled and felt how Charles was going on in front,
whilst her young mistress's dildoe almost drove her to
distraction by its exciting movements in her bottom. Lady
Montairy was riding James as he sat on a chair, but John was
being quite baffled by his partner Bridget, who wriggled and
avoided every attempt of his cock to get into her, as she kissed
and allowed him any liberty except the last favour of love.

At last we all finished.

"Now," said Lady Bertha, "we will rest  and refresh ourselves a little,
and then we will see to Bridget and Fanny having their maidenheads properly
taken; meanwhile I will tell you a little adventure I once had down at Brentham a few months after my marriage.

Well, you  must know St. Aldegonde wanted to represent the county in
parliament, and a general election was expected very soon,
indeed it was rumoured the dissolution would occur almost
immediately, so no time was to be lost, and there was one great
landowner, who if we could but secure him to our side we were sure of carrying
the day. He had been an old admirer of mine, and had been much
chagrined at my lordship's success in obtaining my hand, and we
both knew he was almost certain to throw all his influence into
the opposite scale. We were just going to bed one night, and
about to fall asleep after a beautiful fuck (it is nice when first
married) when a sudden idea made me quite laugh, it seemed so
good.

"St. Aldegonde was quite anxious to know what I had been
thinking of, 'My love,' I said, kissing him (I don't often do that
now, except when I want to wheedle him out of something)
would you mind giving a bit of my cunt to secure your return for
the county?' 'Why, Bertha darling, just at this moment nothing
would make me jealous, as you've sucked the last drop of spend
from my cock,' he said, with a yawn, and then realising my idea,
he continued, 'Do you mean Mr. Stiffington, my love; it's a
bright idea, if you do, and damned cheap way of buying him,
besides cunt could never be reckoned bribery.'

"The prospect of adventure, added to the good I might do for my
husband, made me volunteer to do it, and as secrecy was
everything, we determined that I should go down to Brentham
disguised as a servant.

"Next day we started apparently to go to Paris, but I left St.
Aldegonde at the railway station, and started off to Brentham by
myself after changing my dress at a hotel. The housekeeper at
Brentham was the only person whom I took into my confidence,
but of course she did not know all.

"She passed me off as a niece from town, who had a holiday for
a few days, and I mixed with the servants as one of themselves;
the idea that I could be Lady Bertha never entered their heads,
as I was supposed to be gone abroad for a tour.

"Without delay she got the coachmen to drive me over to Mr.
Stiffington's place, Manly Hall, with a note to that gentleman on
some special business, which I must deliver with my own hands.
"The gentleman was at home, and I was soon ushered into the
library, where he was attending to his letters or other business,
after breakfast, about 11 o'clock in the morning.

"'Well, young woman, let me have the particular letter you
brought from Brentham; why couldn't a groom have done as
messenger? By Jove! you're a nice looking girl though!' he said
suddenly, seeming to notice my appearance.

"'If you please, sir,' I said, blushing, 'I'm Lady Bertha's maid,
and bring a very important note from Lord St. Aldegonde.'
"He was a fine handsome fellow of about thirty-five, full of life
and vigour in every limb; his eyes looked me through and
through, then suddenly he penetrated my disguise, as he
exclaimed, 'Ah, no, you're Lady Bertha herself. What is the
cause of this mystery?'

"I was all confusion, but he told me to sit down and tell him
without reserve what I wanted, as he drew to a sofa and seated
himself by my side.

'"Your vote and interest to secure my husband's return for the
county,' I said in a low voice, 'we know you can turn the scale,
so I ventured to solicit your influence in person.'

"''But how can you expect me to be otherwise than hostile to a
man who deprived me of your beautiful self,' he replied, 'why
did you jilt me for a lordling?'

"I looked down in pretended distress, as I answered with an
almost inaudible voice, 'If you only knew our family necessities,
it would soothe your wounded self- respect, nothing but his
dukedom in perspective sealed my fate against my own feeble
will, and now it is my duty to further his interests in every way.'
"'Dear Bertha,' he exclaimed excitedly, 'do I really hear right,
would you have preferred me, can you not pity my unrequited
love, won't you even favour me with a smile as I look in your
face?' taking my hand and covering it with impassioned kisses.
'I would support your husband, but - but I must be bribed - let
me think what you shall give me, dearest; of course he's had
your first virginity, but I must have the second, it will cost him
nothing, and no one need know.'

"He was growing quite impetuous; with one arm around my
waist, whilst he covered my blushing face with the most ardent
kisses, I could feel his other hand wandering over my bosom or
my thighs, as he felt them through my dress, then taking one of
my hands he forced me to feel his standing cock which he had
let out of his breeches; the mere touch sent a thrill of desire
through my whole frame as I sank backwards in an assumed
faint.

"He jumped up, fastened the door, then went to a drawer, from
which he took a small book and a little box, then kneeling down
by my side he gently raised my clothes, kissing my legs all the
way up, inside or outside of my drawers as he could get at them,
and parting my thighs opened the slit in my drawers, till he had
a fair view of my pussey. 'What a sweet little slit, what soft silky
down it is ornamented with,' I could hear him say as he pressed
his lips to my Mons Veneris, then I could feel his fingers parting
the lips of my cunt with the greatest tenderness to enable him to
kiss the little button of love. This was too much, I pressed his
head down with my hands, as I spent over his tongue with a
deep drawn sign of pleasure. 'She's mine, how she likes it, the
touches of my tongue have made her come!'

"'Look, darling,' he continued, as he rose to his feet, 'I thought a
few delicate kisses would revive you if properly bestowed in the
most sensitive place, but I don't mean to have you there; this
book will show you the most delightful avenue of bliss, and
open up to your ravished senses heavenly bliss you have hither
had no conception of."

Keeping my clothes up, and making me retain hold of his
priapus in one hand,he showed me a series of splendid little
drawings in the book, all illustrating the way to enjoy bottom-
fucking. He could see I was tremendously excited, so lost no
time in placing me on my hands and knees on the sofa, then
anointing my tight little bum-hole with some ointment from the
box, and putting some also on the shaft of his prick, he made me
push my bottom well out behind, with my legs wide apart so as
to give him every facility, but 'Ah! Ah! No, no, I can't bear it!' I
exclaimed, the tears fairly starting to my eyes as I felt the first
advance of his lovely engine, forcing its way through the
tightened orifice; the pain was like a number of needles pricking
the part all at once. I can describe the sensation as the sphincter
muscle gradually relaxed in no other way.

He frigged me deliciously in front all the while, pushing so firmly and
getting in in such a gentle manner behind that I seemed to love him
more and more every moment, and long for him to accomplish
his task, and complete my enjoyment, as the very pain seemed a
percursor to some extraordinary bliss, nor was I disappointed;
the pain was soon succeeded by the most delicious sensations as
his movements stirred me up to the highest pitch of excitement,
and he never withdrew till we had spent thrice in rapturous
ecstasies, screaming with delight and almost losing our lives
from excess of enjoyment.

"Thus my mission was successful, and his lordship became a
Member of Parliament."

This tale had worked us all up, so that we were mutually
groping each other's privates, and as soon as Bertha had finished
we seized Fanny and Bridget, but too much of the same thing
being rather tedious to read I will only say that John and Charles
took their virginities in splendid style, when the girls really
found no more nonsense would be tolerated.

This was my last adventure in town, and in the next part I shall
go on to relate what happened after my marriage with Lord
Crim-Con, which took place shortly afterwards.


PART IV.

I now come to a most important epoch of my life, which at once
sealed my matrimonial fate.

We were to leave town the next day, and were taking a morning
walk in Kensington Gardens with Lady St. Jerome, when who
should suddenly meet Her Ladyship, and demand an
introduction to her charming young friends (meaning myself
and Alice), but a tall handsome-looking old fellow of thirty,
with the most wicked pair of dark eyes I had ever seen.
Lady St. Jerome appeared to have a most sinister smile upon her
face, as turning to us she said, "My dears, allow me to present
you to the Earl of Crim-Con, the most gallant gentleman of the
day, but be careful how you accept his attentions." Then seeing
a rather savage look cross his countenance- "Pardon me, my
Lord, if in introducing you to Lady Beatrice Pokingham and
Miss Alice Marchmont, I caution them to beware of such a
dangerous lover; they are under my protection at the moment,
and I should fail in my duty if I did not."

The angry flush was but momentary, being instantly replaced by
a most agreeable smile, as he replied, "Thanks, thanks, my dear
cousin, but your piety always makes you so hard on my little
foibles. Will nothing ever make you believe I have honourable
intentions; you know how often I have asked you to try and find
me a nice little darling wifey-pifey, who would lead me with her
little finger, and keep me out of mischief."

"You might have found a good wife long ago, you miserable
hypocrite," retorted Her Ladyship, "you know that a certain
place is said to be paved with good intentions, and that is where
all yours will go to, my Lord, I fear, but I only just cautioned my
young innocent friends here."

"Ah, hem, I think I know that warm place you allude to, just
between the thighs, is it not my Lady?"

Lady St. Jerome blushed up to her eyes as she exclaimed, in an
apparently angry tone, "Now, this is really unbearable, that Your
Lordship should at once commence  with your obscene innuendoes;
my dears, I am so ashamed of  having introduced you to such a
horrible specimen of modern society."

"A truce, I will really be on my best behaviour, and try not to
offend the most delicate ideas again," he said with great seeming
earnestness, "but really cousin, I do want to be married and kept
out of harm. Now I suppose these two young ladies are eligible
parties, do you think either of them would have a worn-out roue
like me?"

"Really, my Lord, you are incorrigible to go on so and talk like
that before two young ladies at once," expostulated our cicerone.
"Ha, you don't believe me, cousin, but, by God, I am not jesting,
you shall see presently, just wait a moment," he said, then taking
out his pocket-book, pencilled something on two slips of paper
which he held in his hand, with the ends slightly projecting.
"Now, cousin, just draw one and see which it is to be."

"Only for the fun of the thing, to see what you mean"; then she
pulled one of the slips from his hand, exclaiming with a laugh as
she looked at it, "Beatrice, you are to be Lady Crim-Con if you
will take such a scapegrace for better or worse."

His lordship.- "I really mean it, if you will have me dear lady;
may I call you Beatrice? What a happy name, especially if you
would make me happy."

It is impossible to write how I felt at that moment; I knew that
he was rich, with a great title, and despite his bad reputation,
that was a most tempting bait to a comparatively portionless
girl.

Somehow he took my arm, and Lady St. Jerome, with Alice,
walking in front, seemed to go any way but direct home, in
order to give His Lordship every facility to urge upon me his
sudden courtship. I can't tell you how it happened, but before we
reached the house, I had promised to have him, and in less than
a month we were married.

I need not trouble about the wedding ceremony, but at once give
some account of the first night I had with my spouse. When I
first mentioned him, I spoke of an old man of thirty; that is
exactly what he was, and although still a handsome fellow, one
would have guessed him to be fifty at least.

His youthful vigour had been expended long ago, by constant
and enervating debauchery, and now instead of being able to
enter the lists of love in a genuine manner, he had a perfect
plethora of disgusting leches, which he required to be enacted
before he could experience sensual excitement.

Our first night was passed at the Lord Warden Hotel, Dover, as
we were on our way for a continental tour.

During our short courtship I had never allowed him the slightest
liberty, as my common sense told me that such a man would
discard the most beautiful girl if he could but take advantage of
her before marriage.

Well, then, the ceremony at St. George's, Hanover Square,
where the nuptial knot was tied, was scarcely over, and we had
just taken our seats in the carriage to return to Lady St. Jerome's
house, from which I was married, when he gave me a rude kiss,
and thrusting his hands up my clothes, seized upon my cunt in a
very rough manner, as he laughingly told me not to pretend to
be prudish, as "he knew I was a little whore, and had had
Lothair and lots of other fellows, in fact that was the reason he
had married me, and meant I should be a damned little bitch to
him, and do everything he required, which a virtuous girl might
object to; besides," he added, "I always looked out for an orphan
who had no blasted parents to complain to. There, don't cry like
a fool," as he saw the tears of mortification run down my
crimson face, "you have only to pander to my curious tastes a
bit, and we shall be happy enough."

I felt his advice the best I could take at the moment; his evident
knowledge of my intrigues gave him such an advantage that I
dried up my tears and resolved to make the best of a bad
bargain, as I returned his kiss as lovingly as possible, and
begged him "not to be a bad boy before other people, and he
would find me everything he could wish."

I must have been very nearly screwed that night before I retired
to bed to await His Lordship's coming. I got in between the
sheets perfectly naked in accordance with his orders, and
commenced frigging myself at once, the many bumpers of
champagne he had made me drink in his company, to various
obscene toasts, which he constantly proposed, such as-
"A stiff prick for randy cunt." "Here's to a girl who would rather
be buggered, than not fucked at all," and one in particular,
which awfully excited my ideas, viz.: "Here's to the girl who
likes to frig herself before you till she spends, then suck your
prick to a stand, and prefers to have you in her tight wrinkled
bum-hole rather than anywhere else."

Presently he entered the room, with a hiccup; as he pulled the
bed-clothes off me, he exclaimed, "You're a damned pretty little
bitch, Beatrice, and being nearly drunk, my dear, you see my
cock happens to stand for once, we will make the best of it. I
had the whites of a dozen raw eggs in some milk this morning,
and just now a cup of chocolate with half-a-dozen drops of the
tincture of cantharides to make me randy for once."

His coat, trousers, and everything were thrown off in a trice, till
he was as naked as myself, whilst his eyes had an almost
demoniac kind of glare, so unnaturally brilliant did they look
just then.

Springing on the bed, "Ha," he exclaimed in a husky voice, "my
little beauty has been frigging herself and spending. Suck my
prick or I'll kill you, you little bitch!" he said savagely, as he
reversed himself over me, and plunged his head between my
thighs, where he at once commenced to suck my quim most
deliciously, whilst I nestled his rather long prick (it was not very
thick), between my bubbies, pressing them together with my
hands so as to make him fuck me there, whilst I was so excited
that I readily kissed and took his balls in my mouth.
He was so furious in his gamahuching that he continually made
me feel his teeth quite sharply, as he bit the clitoris and
nymphre, growling out, "Spend, spend, why don't you come,
you little bitch?" getting more outrageous and cruel every
moment, till his bites made me shriek with agony as I writhed
about, and deluged his mouth with quite a profusion of my
creamy emission.

"A devilish good spend that," he murmured between my thighs,
"but I have made your poor cunny bleed a little!" as he seemed
to enjoy licking up the sanguineous mixture.

"Now suck my prick," he said with renewed fierceness, turning
round and presenting it full in my face. "You're a cheating little
bitch, and I mean to have you dog fashion."

I took that long prick in my hands, frigging the shaft as hard as I
could, whilst I just titillated the ruby head with my tongue, till I
felt it was tremendously distended and as hard as iron.
"Jump up quick, on your hands and knees, you little whore," as
he gave me a couple of tremendously smarting smacks on my
buttocks, loud enough to have been heard a long way off, only
our bedroom was at the end of a corridor; the whole of the
rooms in that part of the hotel having been taken en suite for us.
Turning up my rump as desired, I thought it was only a fancy of
his for entering my cunt that way, but he suddenly spit on the
head of his long stiff affair; and presented it to my astonished
bum-hole, as he exclaimed with a chuckle of delight, "I'm going
to fancy you're a boy, and take the only maidenhead you have
left, your cunt will do another time, but it must be a virginity on
a wedding night!"

"Ah, no, no, no, you shan't do that to me!" I cried out in fright.
"Nonsense, you little randy bitch, shove your arse out, and let
me get in, or I'll serve you out dreadfully, and pitch you out of
the window into the sea, and say you committed suicide through
over excitement!"

My fright increased, I was really afraid he would murder me, so
I resigned myself to my fate, and clenched my teeth as I felt the
head of his prick like a hundred little pins forcing its way within
my tightly contracted vent hole. At last he got in, then
withdrawing his hands from my mount where he had been
tearing and pulling the hair to increase my pain, he placed both
arms round my neck, and beginning slowly, fucked my bottom
most voluptuously, till with a scream of delight I spent again in
perfect ecstasy as I felt the delicious warmth of his spendings
shooting up my fundament.

Being so overexcited by the means he had taken to prepare
himself for our noces, he retained his stiffness, and never gave
up possession of my bottom till we had come together a third
time.

As soon as he withdrew his long limp cock, now reeking with a
mixture of spendings and soil, he at once secured me to the
bedposts with some silken cords before I could get away, or was
well aware of his purpose.

"Now, my pretty boy, I have got you nicely, and will whip
another cockstand out of you as soon as I have sponged off all
the effects of our late enculade," he said, bringing some cold
water and a sponge in a basin; he laved and cooled my heated
parts, till I began to feel quite grateful to him. At last he sponged
himself, and wiping himself and me with a fine soft towel,
proceeded to select his instruments of flagellation from a small
long leather case, which I had supposed only held a gun.

He showed them to me delightedly, then selecting a fine switch
of horse hair mounted on a cane handle, he began to whip me
with it between my thighs, and on the lips of my cunt in a most
exciting manner, till I was so carried away with emotion that I
begged he would fuck me properly to allay the longing irritation
of my burning cunt.

"My prick isn't stiff enough yet, but I'll suck your spendings for
you, my beautiful randy little tit," he cried out, falling on his
knees and twisting my body round so that he could get at my
cunt. How delightful the thrusts of his tongue were to me in my
excited state. I wriggled about in ecstasy, and getting one foot
on his prick gently rolled it on his thigh under my sole, till I felt
it was getting enormously stiff again, and at the same moment
almost fainted away from excess of emotion, as I delighted my
lecherous husband by another copious spend.

I thought he was going to fuck me properly now, his engine was
so rampant, but instead of that he turned my back to him once
more, and selecting a fine light birch rod, made of three or four
twigs only, elegantly tied up with blue and crimson velvet
ribbons, he commenced to flagellate my tender bottom; how his
light switch seemed to cut and weal the flesh at every stroke; it
was in vain that I cried for mercy as the tears of real agony
rolled down my cheeks; he only seemed the more delighted, and
jeered me upon the effects of every cut, telling me first how rosy
my bottom looked, then, "now you bitch, it's getting fine, and
red, and raw, it's bleeding deliciously!" till at last the rod was
used up, the splinters lying all about the floor and bed, then
throwing it aside he again assaulted my poor bottom-hole,
apparently more and more delighted as he gave me pain, in
again forcing his entrance as roughly as possible; however,
when he was fairly in I soon forgot everything under the
influence of his ecstatic moves, till I could remember no more,
and suppose I fainted; he must have released my bonds and
allowed me to sink on the bed, for when I awoke the sun was
streaming in at the window, and His Lordship was snoring by
my side.

His treatment on my wedding night was comparatively mild to
what he afterwards made me go through, but his penchant for
getting pleasure out of me soon seemed to wear off, although
now and then he would fit me with a dildoe and make me
bugger him behind, whilst I frigged him with my hands in front
till he spent.

Another of his amusements, and which seemed to afford him
particular delight, was to show me all his collection of bawdy
books, drawings, and photographs, till he could see I was
awfully excited, and then he would jeer me about being married
to a used-up old fellow, like himself, didn't I wish I could have
Lothair now, &c.

One day having amused himself this way with me for some time
he made me lie down on a sofa, and tied a bandage over my
eyes, fastened my hands and feet so that I could not move, then
throwing my clothes all up he tickled and frigged me with his
fingers till I was quite beside myself with unsatisfied desire and
begged him to fuck me, or at least to fetch his dildoe and give
me some kind of satisfaction.

"It really is a damned shame to tease you so, my little whore,"
he laughed, "so I will get the dildoe out of my cabinet in the
next room."

He was scarcely gone many seconds before he returned, and I
felt his fingers opening the lips of my cunt, as I thought to insert
the dildoe, but instead of that it was his prick, and throwing his
arms around me he seemed to be more vigorous than ever, his
cock swelling and filling my longing gap in a manner I had
never felt it before. I spent in an ecstasy of bliss, as I murmured
my thanks in endearing terms for the pleasure he had afforded
me by such a delicious proof of his manliness.

Presently a strange hand seemed to be feeling his prick, and
thrusting a pair of fingers into my cunt alongside of his still
vigorous engine.

"Ah! Oh!! Oh!! Who is that?" I screamed from under my skirts,
which were thrown over my face.

"Ha! Ha!! Ha!!! She pretends to think I've been fucking her
when she must have known it was James all the time!" I heard
him laugh, as at the same moment all the obstructions were
removed from my face so that I could really see it was the
young butler on the top of me, with his prick still in full
possession, and just beginning to run a second course.

"Kiss her, put your tongue in her mouth, my boy! Fuck! Fuck
away! or it will be the worse for your arse!" exclaimed His
Lordship, who was handling his balls with one hand, and
slapping his rump furiously with the other. "See how she
pretends to be ashamed; it's quite delightful Lady Beatrice, to
see you can still blush."

I screamed and protested against the outrage, but James's
delicious motions soon made me forget everything, and recalled
to my mind the orgie we had with the servants at Crecy House,
and in imagination I was again in the arms of the wondrously
developed Charlie.

We spent a second time, but he kept his place and continued the
love combat with unabated vigour, and His Lordship seeing that
I was quite carried away by my feelings, and responding to his
man's attack with all my naturally voluptuous ardour, released
both my hands and feet so that I might thoroughly enjoy myself.
"Hold tight James," he cried out, "she's so high spirited, you'll
get unseated, but the little devil needn't think she's to have this
treat all to herself!"

Saying which he mounted on the sofa behind the young butler,
and I could see his long prick was now as stiff as possible, and
he seemed to have a rather easy task in getting into his man's
bottom, no doubt having often been there before, but wanted
some extra excitement on this occasion, so he sacrificed me to
his catamite, in order to bring himself to the necessary pitch by
seeing all our lascivious movements.

You may be sure that after this James and I were upon the best
of terms, His Lordship introducing him to our bedroom at night,
and joining us in every kind of wantonness; he even once
contrived to get his long thin prick into my cunt alongside of
James's as I was riding a St. George; it gave me the most intense
pleasure, and immensely delighted them both by the novel
sensation, besides the idea of having achieved an apparent
impossibility.

After this Crim-Con seemed to get quite blase and indifferent to
everything we did, and even insisted on sleeping by himself in
another room, leaving us to ourselves. However, both myself
and paramour were not so blind as to believe he
was quite used up, but consulting together we came to the
conclusion that His Lordship had fallen in love with my young
page, a youth of fifteen, who had only recently entered my
service, and slept in a small room at the end of a long corridor in
which both our bedrooms were situate.

He always locked himself in when going to bed, as he said, for
fear I would not let him alone, so to determine the mystery one
night we floured the whole length of the corridor, and in the
morning were rewarded by seeing the marks of His Lordship's
footsteps, both going and returning from the page's room.
We did not want to spoil his fun, only to enjoy the sight of it,
and reap a little extra excitement if possible from the scene, so
next day we examined the ground, and found that a small room
next to that occupied by the page exactly suited our purpose, and
being furnished as an extra bedroom for visitors we had only to
make some good peepholes to enable us to sit or kneel on the
bed and see everything.


PART V.

After retiring to bed at night (James and myself had been in the
drawing-room all evening going through the most exciting and
lascivious ideas, to amuse His Lordship, who contented himself
by leisurely watching our love gambols, smoking his cigar, and
evidently keeping himself in reserve for something bye-and-
bye), instead of settling ourselves between the sheets we
adjoined to the spare room, next to that in which Reuben, the
page, slept.

We were too soon for His Lordship, as on applying our eyes to
the peepholes,the boy's room was yet in the most profound
darkness, so as the night was warm, and there was no necessity
for covering, we reclined upon the bed to await the coming of
Crim-Con; meanwhile we amused ourselves by kissing and
toying with each other's parts, till my handsome butler,
notwithstanding the previous hard work of the evening, was in a
most rampant, impatient state, and would fain have cooled his
ardour within my longing cunt but that would have spoilt all, as
our transport would have been certain to be overheard by the
page, and thus prevent all our anticipated sight-seeing.

Just as I was whispering to him to keep quiet, we heard a match
struck in the next room, and applying ourselves to the holes,
were much astonished to find Reuben was not alone, there was
the butler's assistant, a rather tall fair youth of sixteen, for whom
we had never reckoned in our calculations; he had always such a
cold, reserved respectful manner, even to James, that we never
for a moment gave him a thought as likely to be mixed up with
His Lordship's amusements.

Reuben lighted a couple of the candles, then turning to his
companion, who was lying on the bed frigging slowly his
standing prick, as if keeping it in a state ready for use, said,
"Will, it's time His Lordship was here now, what a good job I
broke away from you just now, or you would have spent and
spoilt all; he likes to see us looking ready and randy, but if he
thinks we have been fucking or frigging by ourselves he would
damn us, and bolt off in a rage."

Reuben and Will were both quite naked, and there was a great
contrast between the youths, for while the latter was rather slim,
tall and fair, the former was a regular

Adonis in figure, beautifully plump rosy face, dark hair, and
dark fiery impetuous eyes; his prick was also in a fine state of
erection, and neither of them had more than a suspicion of
downy hair around the roots of their pricks.

"What a fine fellow you look Rube, no wonder His Lordship
seduced you; besides, you are a dear unselfish chap for
introducing me into the fun, won't I fuck you gloriously when he
is here to see us. I love you warmer, hotter than ever I could the
prettiest girl in the world! And then, too, think of how well it
pays!"

Here the two boys lay down on the bed fondling each other's
pricks, and kissing mouth to mouth, sucking tongues, and
twining about in the most amorous manner, till I fully expected
every moment to see them spend, but they stopped suddenly, a
step was heard outside, the door creaked on its hinges, and His
Lordship appeared with a large table lamp in his hand.

"Hold, hold hard, you randy rascals!" he exclaimed, "I believe
you've been and had your fun already. If you have, you buggers-,"
he hissed between his teeth, in a frightfully suggestive
manner, which seemed almost to terrify the boys, who paled
slightly for a moment, and then both of their faces flushed
crimson.

Rube was the first to answer. "Oh no, my Lord, we have been
too careful, only Will was just telling me his love, and how
gloriously you should see him fuck me."

"Bravo! So he shall my dear, and I will suck your darling pego,
and find out if you have been deceiving me."

He placed his lamp on a small table at the foot of the bed, so
that the room was now excellently well lighted, then seating
himself on the bed he opened his dressing- gown, showing his
long limp prick, and taking the pair of them on his lap, they sat
on his naked thighs; whilst he kissed them, thrusting his tongue
into their mouths, or handled and compared their two charming
pricks.

This was only a little preliminary toying, then presently asking
Rube if the cold cream was under the pillow, he threw aside his
only vestige of a garment, and stretched himself on his back on
the bed.

"Now my plump little beauty," he said, addressing the page,
"kneel over my breast, and give me your prick to suck, and now
Will, mount behind him, and I will put your tool to his
arsehole."

James's assistant was too ready to need a repetition of the
welcome order, he was there in a moment, his hard cock quite
eight inches long, battering against the tight dark wrinkled
nether hole of his love.

His Lordship was so eager for work that he scarcely had taken
Rube's seven inches between his lips before his fingers were
busy with the lubricant on Will's prick and the page's bottom,
directing the former's delighted tool so cleverly to the mark that
almost immediately he completed his insertion up to the roots of
the hair, and was revelling in the delicious sensations and
pressures to which his love treated him.

His Lordship sucked excitedly at the morsel in his mouth, and
we could just hear him mumbling out, in a half-choked voice,
"Beautiful! Fuck! Go on quick. Spend, spend! Ah-r-r-," as we
could see Rube's dark eyes full of fire, and his prick stiffen and
shoot its juice into Crim-Con's mouth, till the drops of thick
creamy spend fairly oozed from his lips, as he still sucked and
smacked his lips with great gusto; besides, we could see his own
prick rising into quite a manly state.

Will fucked into his love's bottom with fury, and seemed to
spend almost at the same time, and so exhaustively that he must
have fallen backwards had he not clung round Rube's neck.
We were not idle whilst this exciting scene was enacted under
our eyes. James instinctively wetted the head of his prick and
my bum-hole with spittle, and soon drove his great machine
through the narrowest gate of Paradise. Its movements were
indeed heavenly, blissful. I never before felt such an acme of
pleasure, the sight before me, the soul stirring movements
behind, and our mutual emissions almost made me groan in an
agony of delight.

A perfect frenzy of lust seemed to take possession of my body, I
could see His Lordship's prick was now finely erect, and the two
boys were alternately kissing and sucking him.

Whispering my paramour to follow me, I quickly rushed from
our concealment into the room where they were. As the door
was not locked and before they could recover from their
surprise, I threw myself on my back, on His Lordship's belly,
almost taking the breath out of him by my sudden weight on his
stomach, regardless of his "Damned Hellish Bitch" and other
exclamations of displeasure. I fixed his stiff prick in my bottom-
hole in triumph, nipping and squeezing, and wriggling my bum
about on him as James with his tool in an awfully excited and
distended state took possession of my hot raging cunt.

The boys seemed to quite understand my ideas, as they each of
them knelt and presented their pricks for me to fondle, whilst
Crim-Con, still cursing and swearing at me for a "Damned
Hellish Bitch, &c." groaned under our weight, but I could feel
he was thoroughly enjoying it, as his prick stiffened more and
more every moment, under the delightful movements and
pressures to which I treated him; besides, the
membrane between his prick and James's was so slight that it
was almost like two cocks rubbing together in my cunt.

I frigged the boys till their eyes almost started from their heads
from excess of emotion, they spent over the firm round globes
of my bosom, but I still kept them stiff, alternately kissing the
head of one or the other prick whilst Crim-Con's hands tickled
their balls, and frigged their arseholes till we made them nearly
mad.

I had never felt my husband's long thin prick so well before, and
James's affair was so distended by the excess of lustful
excitement that I was gorged to repletion, and yet felt that I
wanted more, more, more! Had I been cunt all over I should
have wanted every hole well filled by a good stiff one. What a
delicious moment. Ah! ah! if I could but die like that! I seemed
transported to another world, my senses were leaving me, I was
indeed in Paradise!

I remember no more of this extraordinary scene, but James told
me next day they were frightened, I went off into such a death-
like faint, they had to carry me to my room, and use restoratives
till I gradually breathed a little, and sank into a restless kind of
sleep, that I had bitten both the boys' pricks till they were sore
and bleeding. "As for His Lordship," he added, "I am afraid he
is as good as dead, he was so exhausted Dr. Spendlove had to be
fetched, and he fears the worst."

This was too true, His Lordship only lived forty-eight hours,
whilst I have never been well since. The extraordinary excess of
lubricity that night seemed to have quite undermined my
constitution, and I have gradually declined from that time. I was
advised to be very careful how I indulged in venereal pleasures
in future, but in spite of my weak, nervous, excitable nature, I
have found it impossible to quite abandon those pleasures which
seem to me to give the only real foretaste of the future Paradise;
regardless of declining strength, whenever the opportunity
offered I have indulged in the delights of love myself, or in
seeing others do it.

The executors settled everything, whilst the incoming earl, to
show his appreciation of their services in furthering his interest,
made most lavish provision for James and the two youths, as he
afterwards told me that he considered they helped him to the
title and estates a good five or ten years before he could
reasonably expect to have come into them.

"And do you not think, my Lord," I asked him when he told me
this, "that I also deserve your thanks, where is your gratitude to
little Beatrice?"

He looked at me in a curious kind of way. He was a handsome
young fellow of eight and twenty, but married to death by a fair
fat wife, who besides having a fortune of her own, had already
blessed him with nine children, and a prospect of blessing him
with many more.

"I can't make you out Robert," I went on to say, "you're so
different to your poor brother, and so content with the same
thing every day; every look, every smile you have is for that
splendid wife of yours. He was for flirting with and having
every pretty woman he came across; what sort of a heart can you
have, you have never seemed to pity me for my loss?"

He was so handsome, and I so disliked the new Lady Crim-Con,
that I resolved to seduce him, and gratify both pique and passion
at the same time.

"What are you driving at, Beatrice dear, I'm sure you puzzle
me?"

"Ah! you know how delicate and how lonely I am, and never
even to give a brotherly kiss of sympathy. I know Her Ladyship
hates me, but I shall be gone to Hastings in a few days," I said,
bursting out into sobs as if my heart would break, the tears from
my downcast eyes dropping upon one of his hands which he had
placed in a deprecating kind of way on my lap as he sat by my
side.

He kissed me tenderly on the forehead, more like a father, as he
said, "I'm sure I only wish I knew how to cheer you up, my ear.
"My dear," that sounded quite a little affectionate and as if the
ice was breaking, so throwing my arms round his neck, I kissed
him passionately in return for his fatherly salute, sobbing out in
a low broken voice, "Oh, Robert, you do not know what it is to
be left dull, miserable, and all alone in the cold, cold world, can
you not spare me a little, only a little of those loving smiles your
wife must be quite surfeited with?"

He gave a soft sigh, and I felt an arm steal round my waist, as he
very tenderly drew me close to him, and did not seem at all loath
to receive my kisses, which were getting yet more impassioned.
"If you do give me a kiss, what will Her Ladyship lose?" I
whispered.

A perceptible tremulousness seemed to vibrate through his form
as our lips at last met in a long, loving kiss. It was quite plain I
had at last excited his amorous sensuality, which had previously
been so dormant in his respectable married bosom.

"Now, I love you Robert, dear, and you needn't mention such an
indifferent thing to Lady Cecilia," I whispered, when at last our
lips parted.

"A slice from a cut loaf is never missed, you know Beatrice," he
said, as he smilingly held me at arm's length, and gazed into my
blushing face, and continued, "besides, I can easily make it up to
her, so she will lose nothing."

"Your loaf is pretty well sliced dear," I replied, "considering
how many children you have to eat bread and butter, Robert."
Again he drew me to him, and we exchanged the most
lascivious kisses as I sat on his lap. This billing and cooing
being so effective that I very soon felt his prick stiffening quite
perceptibly under my bottom. His face flushed, and an
extraordinary fire beamed in his usually quiet eyes; we
understood each other at once. Without a word he inclined my
unresisting form backwards on the couch, and as I closed my
eyes, I felt him raising my clothes, his hands stole up my thighs
till he gained the seat of joy. My legs mechanically opened to
give him every facility, in a moment he took advantage of my
tacit invitation, and I felt the nose of a fine battering ram at the
entrance of my widowed cunt.

The desire for a really good fuck had been consuming me for
some days, and I could not resist the impulse, however
immodest it might seem to him, of putting my hand upon his
glorious engine of love, and directing it into love's harbour
myself. It was in, I was gorged to repletion, spending, sighing
with delight, almost before he could make a move.

Opening my eyes, I could see he was delighted at my ecstasy.
"Ah, you darling man, my darling Robert, you don't know what
it is for a young widow to be deprived of the natural solace of
her sex. Now, push on my boy, and let us be thoroughly happy,
let us mix our very souls in love's emission, and then tell me if
you can spare one a few crumbs of your cut loaf now and then."
A very few thrusts brought down my love juice again, and I also
felt him shoot a tremendously warm flood of his essence into
my longing cunt. Our lips were joined in fierce loving, tongue-
sucking kisses, whilst I threw my legs over his buttocks, and
heaved up my bottom to meet his manly action with the most
libidinous abandon.

Her Ladyship was out with the carriage, and we were quite safe
for a couple of hours at least; still, considering his family duties,
I made him keep a shot or two in reserve for the night, as he
contented himself by kneeling down and worshiping at the
shrine of love, where he had just been paying his tribute to
Venus, exclaiming in ecstasy, as he examined or kissed the
various charms, "What a love of a cunt! How small and tight!
What a charming chevelure, &c.!"

A day or two after this, to our mutual delight, Lady Cecilia was
summoned into the country, to attend on her mother's sick bed.
My room was next to theirs, so at night it was a very simple
thing for him to slip into bed with me. I found he knew very
little about ornamental fucking, himself and wife had strictly
adhered to the plain family style, which had produced such
fruitful results. My ridicule of his ignorance made him quite
ashamed of his want of knowledge, especially when I introduced
him to the delights of bum-fucking, and he faithfully promised
me that when Her Ladyship returned, he would insist upon his
marital rights over every part of her person, and so steer clear of
babies in future, and that if I only made a good peephole I might
see all his fun with Lady Cecilia.

Delighted with my conquest, I determined to persuade him to
degrade his wife in every possible way, that I might enjoy the
sight of it. So I initiated him into every possible style of
enjoyment, till I had the satisfaction of knowing that the hitherto
respectable husband was completely changed into a lustful
libertine.


PART V.

(Continued.)

The Earl was as good as his promise. "My Robert," as I called
him in our loving intercourse, was so well schooled that he was
quite equal to the assertion of all his rights as a husband by the
time Lady Cecilia returned home.

After dinner, on the evening of her arrival from the country, he
found me sitting alone in the conservatory, and sitting down by
my side, whispered in my ear how delighted he was at being
able to have a last word of advice with me before retiring to rest
with his, no doubt, rather expectant spouse.

"You have so drained me, last night and early this morning, dear
Beatrice," he said, putting his arm round my waist, and meeting
my ready lips in a long breathless kiss, and then continued,
"Nothing but some extraordinary excitement will enable me to
do justice to her expectations. I must fuck her at least three or
four times after such a long absence; how shall I be equal to the
occasion?"

"Have me first," I replied, "whilst she is seeing the children put
to bed, there is plenty of time; it will give you zest for the fun to
come, the idea of taking the virginity of her maiden bottom-hole
will excite you enough, and the more she resists and gets
indignant, the more you will enjoy it."

I had been gently stroking his prick outside his trousers; my
touch was magical, it stiffened immediately, and when I let the
impatient prisoner out of his confinement, I thought I had never
before seen his priapus so distended and inflamed with lust as at
that moment.

Rising up, I first stooped to give the engine of love a warm kiss,
and keeping it in my hand, raised my clothes; and turning my
bottom to his belly, spitted myself on the loving object, opening
my legs and straddling over his lap, so as to get the very last
fraction of its length into my heated cunt. We sat still for a
moment or two, enjoying the mutual sensations of repletion and
possession so delightful to each of the participators in a loving
fuck, before commencing those soul-stirring movements which
gradually work our heated desires to that state of frenzied
madness which can only be allayed by the divinely beneficent
ecstasy of spending, and mingling the very essences of our
nature.

The idea that I was robbing his hated wife of her just
expectations added such piquancy to our loving conjunction that
I literally moaned or whined with delight, as I twisted my head
round in the act of emission, so as not to lose the luscious kiss
which is such an extra pleasure in those supreme moments of
our happiness.

He did not come at the same time, but stopped and rested a
moment or two, then rising, and keeping me still impaled on his
dear prick, without losing place even for a single second, he laid
my body face downwards on a little table which stood handy,
and then recommenced his delicious moves, with his hands
under me in front, frigging and tickling my cunt, till I almost
wrenched myself away from him by the violence of my
convulsive contortions. Suddenly drawing quite out, with
another plunge he drove the head of his tool into the smaller
orifice, which is so delightfully near and convenient when in the
position in which he had me.

"Ah! Oh-oh-oh-oh-o-o-o-oe!!" I screamed, swimming in
lubricity as I felt him so gorging my bottom, whilst his busy
fingers were adding to my erotic madness by the artistic way in
which they groped within my spending cunt. "Oh, heavens,
Robert, Robert! Do, do Come darling! There, ah-re, I feel it,
how deliciously warm!" I murmured excitedly, as his flood of
boiling seed inundated the gratified and sensitive sheath which
enclosed him so tightly. After recovering from our transports,
we conversed about how he should proceed with his wife, his
prick all the while as stiff as a policeman's truncheon, till at last
fearing Lady Cecilia might surprise us, I went into the drawing-
room and played the piano whilst he smoked his cigarette
amongst the flowers in the conservatory outside the window.
Her Ladyship pretending fatigue (we knew what she was in a
hurry for), the family retired rather earlier than usual to rest, but
I took care to be at my peephole before Cecilia and Robert
entered their bedroom.

As it was a habit of his to go over the lower part of the house,
and see everything safe for himself before going to bed, his lady
came first and at once commenced to undress.

She was about the same age as her husband, a vastly fine, fair
woman, rather above the medium height, light auburn hair,
slightly golden in tint, deep blue eyes, set off by dark eyebrows
and long dark lashes, a full mouth, richly pouting cherry lips,
and a brilliant set of pearly teeth; then as she gradually unrobed
herself, her various and luscious charms quite fired my
lascivious blood, as one by one they stood revealed to my
earnest gaze. What magnificent swelling breasts still round and
firm, and then as she lifted her chemise over her head, and
exposed the lovely whiteness of her belly (still without a
wrinkle, as she had easy confinements and never suckled her
children, for fear of spoiling her figure), set off below by a
bushy Mons Veneris, covered with light curly silken red hair,
through which I could just perceive the outline of her slit.

Now she stood before a cheval glass, surveying herself at full
length, I could see a blush cross her beautiful face, as she
seemed almost ashamed to look at her own nakedness. Then a
self-satisfied smile parted those cherry lips, and displayed the
sparkling pearls of teeth, as she patted the shiny marble skin of
her belly and bottom (evidently thinking of the effect of the
sight upon Robert when he should enter the room), then she
playfully parted the lips of her cunt and examined it closely in
the glass. The titillation of her fingers brought another blush,
and she seemed as if she could not resist the temptation to frig
herself a little, moving a couple of digits in a restless kind of
way backwards and forwards between the vermilion lips of love.
My blood was on fire, and much as I hated her, I would have
liked to gamahuche her there and then. But suddenly the door
opened, and Robert stood transfixed, as he exclaimed in
surprise, "Surely, Cecilia, you have lost all modesty; why have
you never exposed yourself to me like that before?"

"Oh, Robert dear, how you startle me, you came up so soon and
I was only just looking at the love I know you are longing to
caress as soon as the light is out."

"I really did not know you were such a charming figure, Cecilia,
but now you are naked I will feast on the sight, but we won't put
out the lights, my dear. I must now examine in detail every
charm. By the way, I may tell you that during your absence I
found some bad books of my late brother's and they so fired my
imagination by the extraordinary descriptions of various modes
of sexual enjoyments that I quite blushed to think of our
innocent ignorance, and long to try some of them with you."

He had almost torn his clothes off whilst speaking, and I could
see his prick as rampant as possible, in fact I believe it had never
lost its stiffness since our excitable bout a short time before.
Throwing himself into her arms, they hugged and kissed, whilst
she, taking hold of his pego, slowly backed towards the bed as
she tried to bring its head to the mark.

"Not there, Cecilia, love, you have another maidenhead I mean
to take to-night; our plain silly way of doing it only leads to
getting a lot of children, and surely my quiver is full enough of
them. I'll have no more, it's positive ruination, however rich a
father may be. No, no, the French style in future, do you
understand, I mean to get into your bottom," he said, as
seriously as possible, yet with evident excitement.

"What a nasty idea! You shall never do that, Robert, to me!" she
exclaimed, crimsoning with shame to the roots of her hair.

"But I must and will, Cecilia. Look at this book, here are all the
different ways of 'doing it.' Why they suck each other, fuck - ah
- you start at the vulgar word - but it's fuck - fuck - fuck - that's
the name for it. They fuck in bottoms, under armpits, between
the bubbies - another nasty name for titties - anywhere -
everywhere - it's all the same to a man, all what they call
C.U.N.T., a word I am sure you have seen somewhere in your
lifetime written on shutters, doors, or even on the pavement - a
deliciously vulgar word, Cecilia, but the universal toast of men
when they meet in company (I could see he was trying to make
her look at a little French book, called La Science Pratique, with
its forty pretty little plates), how my blood has been fired by
fancying all these delightful ideas remained to be enjoyed when
you came home."

"Why Robert you are mad, I'll burn that horrible book, I won't
learn their filthy ways!" snatching at the book.

"You're my wife, every bit of your body is mine to do as I
please with it; don't drive me to extremities, Cecilia, or I may be
rough, for I'm determined to put my prick in your arse, now at
once!" trying to turn her over.

"Robert, Robert, for shame, Beatrice will hear your disgusting
language. You shall never abuse me that way!" hiding her face
in her hands and beginning to sob.

"But I will, and you may blubber like a child. Your tears only
urge me on, if you resist I'll smack and beat you, till you are
obedient!"

She struggled, but a woman's strength is soon exhausted, and at
last he got her face down on the bed, with her bottom on the
edge and her feet on the floor, then giving her a tremendously
painful smack on her bum, he spread her legs wide apart,
opened the cheeks of that glorious bottom, anointed the head of
his bursting prick with spittle, also the tight-looking brown hole
he was about to attack, and then pushed on to the assault of the
virgin fortress. I could hear her moan with pain as the head
gradually forced its way within the sphincter muscle.

"Ah - it's pricking - oh, oh - you'll rend me, Robert - oh, pray -
Ah-r-r-re - Oh! Oh!"

At last he was in, and rested a moment or two, then slowly
began his fucking motions.

Presently I could tell by the wriggling of her bottom that she
enjoyed it. His hands were busy frigging her cunt in front. How
excited they got, each seeming to spend at the same moment,
but he kept his place, and the second finish was so excitable that
they screamed quite loudly in the frenzy of emission, whilst
Cecilia actually fainted away with Robert fallen exhausted on
her senseless body.

Presently he recovered sufficiently to be able to apply
restoratives to his fainting wife, and as soon as he had brought
her round, so that she could understand what he said, proceeded
to tell her "that in future they would enjoy all the novel ideas he
had found in that nice French book, no more big bellies for you
Cecilia, or the anxiety of children for either of us. You must
now suck my prick, till it is stiff enough again," he said,
presenting it to her mouth.

"No, no, I never can do such a dirty trick, besides, it's doubly
disgusting, you have not even washed since you outraged my
bottom," she sobbed, as her eyes filled with tears, seeing no
signs of compassion in his face.

"What's that to me, you've got to suck it, so go on, my dear,
without all those wry faces, which only add to my fun, it's rare
sport to make you submit to my fancies. I find I've been a fool
ever since I was married, not to have asserted my right to do as I
please with every bit of your person, cunt, arse, mouth, or
bubbies; they can all afford me intense pleasure, without getting
in the family way. Now go on, and I will fuck you with a fine
large dildoe. Mind you must swallow every drop of my
spendings when it comes."

He forced his prick between her reluctant lips, all slimy and
soiled as it was from the previous enculade, then producing an
enormous dildoe, nearly twelve inches long, and big in
proportion, he put a little cold cream on it, and presented the
head to her notch, trying to force it in.

"Ah! No! no! that's so awfully large!" she almost screamed, but
the head was partly in, and despite her sobs: and moans of pains,
he soon succeeded in passing at least ten inches of it into her
distended vagina.

Her cunt was exposed towards me, so that I could see how
gorged it was with that big india-rubber tool, and the sight of her
slit so stretched to its utmost capacity caused quite a thrill of
desire to shoot through my veins; it was almost impossible for
me to prevent myself making some kind of demonstration. How
I longed to be with them and join in the orgie of lust. Each
shove of that tremendous affair now seemed to afford her the
most intense delight. She sucked his prick in a kind of delirium,
her highly wrought feelings banishing every sense of delicacy,
shame, or disgust that might have previously deterred her from
doing so. I frigged myself furiously, they screamed and spent,
till at last both spectatrix and actors were thoroughly exhausted.
When I awoke next morning, and applied my eye to the
peephole, it was just in time to see Her Ladyship awake. First
she felt her cunt to see if it was all right, and not ruined by the
giant dildoe she had taken in the previous night. Her eyes
sparkled

with desire, and she repeatedly blushed as I suppose the
recollection flashed through her mind. Presently throwing the
sheet entirely off her husband's body, she handled his limp affair
for a few moments, then putting her face down, took the head of
his prick in between her lovely lips, and sucked away with
evident relish, till she had him in a glorious state of fitness, and
was about to treat herself to a proper St. George, when Robert,
who had only been feigning sleep to see what his randy wife
would do, suddenly woke up, and insisted upon her applying it
to her arse-hole instead of her cunt, wetting it with spittle.
Slowly but surely she achieved its insertion, although to judge
by her face it was evidently a painful operation. But when once
in how they enjoyed that glorious bottom-fuck. Even after he
had spent she rode on till he met her again, and both seemed to
come at the same time, kissing each other in a frenzy of erotic
madness.

My peephole afforded me the sight of many more luscious
scenes between Lady Cecilia and her husband before I left town
to take up my residence at Hastings for the benefit of my health.
My agent had secured and furnished for me a pretty little
detached residence of thirteen or fourteen rooms, surrounded by
gardens and orchards, so as to be delightfully free from the
prying curiosity of my neighbours.

The household consisted of a cook and housekeeper, both young
persons, not exceeding twenty-four or -five years of age, the
latter being the daughter of a decayed merchant, a most pleasant
and intelligent companion, but up to the time I engaged her,
strictly prudish, virtuous.

Being naturally fond of young boys and girls, we had also two
very pretty page- boys of about the age of fifteen or sixteen and
two beautiful young girls about the same age, instead of
housemaid and lady's-maid.

At first I felt considerably enervated by the little excesses I had
been a party to, or witnessed, whilst staying with the new Earl,
but the soft bracing air of the southern coast soon made me feel
more like myself again, and long to indulge in the delicious
dalliances of love, to which my warm temperament made me
always so inclined.

The result was that I determined to seduce every member of my
virgin household, each one of whom I believed to be thoroughly
virtuous up to their entering my service.

The two youngest girls, as my special attendants, slept in the
next room to mine, and had a door of communication by which
the two rooms entered into the other without the necessity of
going into the corridor.

I had quite a passion come over me to gamahuche these two
pretty young things, and make them thoroughly subservient to
my purposes.

You may be sure I was not long in putting my plans in operation
as soon as I had sketched them all out in my brain. That very
same evening, after my two pretty demoiselles had put the
finishing touches to my toilet and left me sitting in my chemise
de nuit, in front of a cosy fire with my feet resting on the fender,
as I pretended to be reading a thrilling romance.

"Leave that door open, my dears," I said, as they respectfully bid
me good night. "I feel so dull perhaps I shall call for you to keep
me company, if I feel that I cannot go to sleep."

In a few minutes I heard them tittering and laughing.

"Now, girls," I cried, "come here this moment. I want to know
what you are having such fun about. Come just as you are, no
putting anything more on or waiting to hide your blushes.
Annie! Patty! Do you hear?"

Afraid of making me angry, the two girls came blushing into my
room just as they were, in their nightgowns.

"Well now, what is it that is amusing you so?"

"Please, my Lady, it was Patty," said Annie with a wicked look
at her companion.

"Ah, no, you fibber! My Lady, it was Annie began it," retorted
the other, looking quite abashed.

Nothing could be got out of them, each saying it was the other.
At last I said: "I can guess pretty well what you two girls were
amusing yourselves about; now tell me truly, were you looking
at each other's privates in the glass?"

This question hit the mark, and seeing how shame-faced and
blushing they both were, I went on: "No doubt, examining to see
which one showed most signs of hair on her little pussey. Let
me see Annie," as I suddenly caught the bottom of her
nightdress and in an instant had it reversed over her head, so as
to cover up her face and expose all the rest of her beautiful little
figure. "Why, the impudent little thing hasn't a hair to boast of!
Give her bottom a good slapping, Patty!"

Patty was only too pleased to do it, and the slaps fairly echoed
through the room, mingling with Annie's piteous cries to let her
go.

My blood was up. The sight of her beautiful bum, all flushed
and rosy under the sharply administered slaps, made me fairly
lust to take further liberties. So I let the little victim go,
whispering in her ear, and her tearful eyes were brightened in a
moment. She darted at Patty and sooner than it takes to write
was dragging her about the room fully exposed, with her head
and arms secured in her reversed night-dress.

I amused myself by slapping poor Patty's pretty posteriors till
they were almost black and blue, regardless of her sobbing and
crying for mercy.

At last we let her go, and I took her on my lap to kiss away her
tears. She soon smiled again and nestled herself to my body
quite lovingly. This seemed to make her companion almost
jealous as she appealed to me with a flushed face to kiss her
also, which I readily did in the most loving manner, and I asked
her to fetch a decanter of wine and some glasses from a cabinet,
saying I felt so dull and sleepless I must have something to
cheer me.

"Ah, my dear lady," exclaimed Patty, kissing me again and
again, "you don't know how we all love you and feel for you,
being left alone and unhappy. There is nothing we wouldn't do
to bring a smile to your pale face."

"Then we'll sleep together and have a romp on the bed. Only
mind, you are good girls, and never tell your mistress's doings,"
I replied, taking a glass of wine, and ordering them to do the
same.

A second and a third glass seemed to open their eyes
immensely; the least touch or joke sent them into fits of
laughter. They blushed and seemed quite excited. In fact Patty,
who had remained on my knee, was almost ready to faint with
emotion as she caressed my face and bosom, the cause being a
hand I had managed to slip under her nightdress, so that one
finger had been tickling and playing with her almost hairless slit
and gradually working her up to a state of excitement she was at
a loss to comprehend.

"Let us all be naked. Throw off every rag, my dear ones, I want
to feel your soft warm flesh next to mine, to cuddle you and feel
you all over. Shall I read a pretty little piece of poetry about a
potter who married your namesake, Patty?" I said, and seeing
they were ready for anything, told Annie to bring me a
manuscript called "The Haunted House" from a drawer in the
cabinet.

"Now listen to 'The Tale of a Potter' and don't laugh till it is
finished. You will find it rather free but nothing more than big
girls like you ought to know." Then I commenced:


Young Hodge, he was a worthy wise,
A potter he by trade;
He fell in love with Martha Price,
She was a parson's maid.
This Hodge worked amongst his pans,
His pots, his mugs, his pelf;
He said: "A sad fate is a man's
When he is by himself.
Now soon I'll marry Martha Price,
A nice snug home I've got;
The parson soon the knot shall splice,
And we'll both piss in one pot."

Then Hodge he made a pretty pot,
And took it to his love;
Said he: "I've brought this pot to show,
I mean your love to prove.
Now name the day, the happy day,
Whose night shall bring me bliss;
When your sweet cunt and my stiff prick
Shall mingle in this their piss."

They married were within a week,
And Hodge he was in luck;
He took sweet Patty's maidenhead
With his first vigorous fuck.
Then in her arms he fell asleep,
But started with affright;
And in the middle of the bed
He sat up bold and white.
"Oh, love! oh, love! I've had a dream,
A dream to cause me fright;
I dreamed we both were in my shop
And there I hugged you tight.
I dreamed I went your cheek to kiss,
We romped with hugs and squeezes;
When down I knocked the pots and pans
And broke them all in pieces."
Then Martha answered with a laugh:
"No pots you've broke, good man;
But much I fear this very night,
You've cracked a Patty Pan."

And from that night unto this day
Hodge in that crack would pop,
A prick as thick as any brick,
But the crack he cannot stop.
So maids beware, heed well your pans.
With this my tale is ended;
If your pan's cracked by prick of man,
It never can be mended.


Throwing down the manuscript, I had a finger in each of their
cracks sooner than it takes to write. "What darling little pans
each of you has! I long to throw you on the bed and kiss them.
What do you think of mine with its soft curly hair  Only it's a
broken pan, you know, my dears, as I've of course had my
husband."

"La, and was that really so nice, dear lady? Oh, I love you so, do
let me look," exclaimed Patty, slipping off my knee and
kneeling between my legs to get a better sight of the object of
her curiosity, which she first kissed most lovingly, and then,
parting the hair, put a couple of fingers light up my cunt. This so
tickled and delighted me that I leant back in the chair and pulled
Annie close to my bosom as I hugged and kissed her, whilst I
still had a finger in her little slit, as far as it would go. My legs
also mechanically opened to facilitate inspection, as Patty
exclaimed, "How deep my two fingers can go right up and it is
so warm and moist. It makes me feel I could eat it!"

In a few minutes we were all tossing on my bed in a state of
nature. They laughed, screamed and blushed as I excitedly
examined and kissed their respective cunnies. How my tongue
revelled around their budding clitorises till they rewarded me
with those first virgin emissions which are always so deliciously
thick and creamy. How lovingly they both repaid all my
caresses, Patty paying the most ardent attentions to my cunt,
which delighted her more and more every moment, whilst Annie
seemed to prefer sucking my bubbies as I gamahuched her.

"What a treat it would be to see you both lose your maidenheads
at once," I exclaimed.

"Ah! couldn't the pages do it for us, dear lady? I do love that
Charlie so!" appealed Patty without consideration in her
excitement.

"I'll try and manage it; but we must be careful not to let them
into our secrets before I can find out how they are disposed," I
replied.

"Oh, I know Charlie is a rude, bold little fellow, wicked enough
for anything if he had the chance. What do you think, I once
actually caught him handling his affair in the pantry when he
thought no one was looking and when I happened to enter
suddenly; it was sticking out straight and red-looking at the top.
His face was quite red and he seemed rather short of breath; but
the impudent fellow, like the dare- devil he is, shook it fairly in
my face as he asked me to give him a kiss, saying: 'What do you
think of this, Patty? That's how it gets, when' - oh, mistress I
can't tell you all he said."

But I pressed her and at last she told me: "It was when we had
been waiting on his mistress. 'Oh, Patty,' he said, isn't she
lovely, such mouth and teeth and loving eyes, I feel as if I could
jump at her, I do!'"

"Very well, Master Charlie," I laughed, "perhaps I shouldn't so
much mind if?you did, when we are alone someday I will give
him the chance and let you two dears know all about it. But I
will first read you another song from 'The Haunted House' and
to-morrow I will give you a copy, and I expect both to be able to
sing it soon."


"LIVE AND LEARN." Tune:- Drops of Brandy

When I was little and good,
A long time ago 'm afraid, Miss;
A stiff prick was not understood,
I was a quiet little, shy little maid, Miss.
I knew but one use for my cunt,
I knew not what joy 'twould afford me.
The sight of a cock would affront,
And talk about fucking have bored me.
But now, oh, much wiser I've grown!
I'll stretch my legs open for any,
My modest shy feelings have flown.
And fucks, why, I can't get too many!
I like a stiff prick up my arse.
Though too much of that makes you bandy.
When I look at my quim in the glass,
It always pouts red and looks randy.
I like a fuck - morn, noon, and night,
On every weekday and Sunday:
If I'm fucked on the Sabbath, all right!
But I want to be buggered on Monday.
Oh! Let it be hot or be cold,
I'm always alive for a cock, Miss;
Men, fair, dark, young or old,
Here's a hole that'll take in their jock, Miss!
I can spend for an hour at a time.
My cunt is as hot as fire, Sir;
The man that says: "Fucking is crime,"
I say to his face, he's a liar, Sir.
Then give me a prick in each hand,
Turn my arse north, my cunt to the south;
And get an your jocks well to stand,
One in each hole and one in my mouth;
I'll fuck and I'll suck and I'll frig,
Until you're all quite bloody well spent, Sir!
Then I'll take in the lodgers again,
And never once ask them for rent, Sir!
Hurrah! for my cunt, my best
friend. Hurrah! for a cock to kiss, Sir;
I'll fuck till this life comes to end,
I hope too, there's fucking in bliss, Sir!"

When we awoke in the morning it was too late for a repetition of
our tribadism, so I made them get up quickly and bring in
breakfast, promising to look after Master Charlie during the day.


PART VI.

After luncheon I ordered Charles to take several shawls and a
floor-stool into the summer-house of the garden, as I wished to
take a nap, and was sure the open air was more conducive to
refreshing sleep than the close atmosphere of a room on a warm
sunny day.

Annie and Patty exchanged significant glances as I gave the
order, but my uplifted finger stopped any further manifestation
of intelligence.

We had a fine large garden at the back of the house, in some
parts beautifully shaded by umbrageous elms of a venerable age,
especially on the banks of a small circular pond about twenty
yards in diameter, where, facing the south, the summer- house
stood under the trees by the side of the small lakelet.

I followed Charles as he carried out my orders, and arriving at
our destination, ordered him to spread the shawls over a sofa
which stood there, for fear the leather might be damp. Then he
fetched a pillow, and placed the foot-stool at my feet.

I had nothing on but a loose morning-wrapper, with my chemise
and drawers underneath.

"How very oppressive it is," I exclaimed, as I languidly sank
back on the couch as soon as he had prepared it, allowing as I
did so, a most negligent exposure of my neck and slight glimpse
of the orbs of love beneath.

"Ah! Oh, oh! My goodness; the dreadful cramp!" I almost
screamed, as bending down in great apparent pain, I pulled the
robe to rub the calf of my right leg. "Ah, oh! what torture!"
Charles was on his knees at my feet in a moment. "Oh, my
Lady, is it so very bad? Let me bend up your toes!"

"No, no, not there, rub the calf, as hard as you can, Charles,
there's a good boy!" I replied, my face wincing under the pain.
"Higher, rub along my leg, the foot's no use!"

Somehow the toe of my bad foot touched his trousers just
outside the most interesting part of his anatomy; the slipper had
fallen off and I could feel his prick quickly harden and throb
under my toes, whilst his face flushed all over, and I thought
quite a perceptible tremor passed through his frame, as he went
on rubbing my leg below the knee, and I need not say how my
own lustful temperament was affected by the contact.

My robe had opened down the front so that he hid a full view of
legs, drawers and bosom, perhaps the wrinkle of love itself.
My blood was in a boil and I could no longer resist the impulse
to enjoy such a beautiful Adonis.

"Get up, Charles, it's better now." I said in a low voice, "and
pray don't tell what you've seen by accident. That cramp threw
me into such an awful agony I did not know how I tossed
about!"

"Dear Lady, your secrets are always safe with me." he replied,
looking down bashfully as he rose to his feet. "I could kiss the
ground under your feet to prove my devotion!"

"No, you are such a kind boy that just for this once, Charles,
only this once, mind, I will give you a kiss myself instead.
Come closer to me! What a fine boy you are. Now don't be
bashful, really I mean to kiss you, if you promise never to tell."
"Ah, Madame, how kind of a great lady to a poor page-boy like
me! I shall never forget such a favour and would die for you any
time!" he said with bashful excitement.

"Come then," and I took his handsome face between my hands
and kissed him repeatedly. "Why don't you kiss me, Charles?"
"Oh, lady, and may I take that liberty?" he asked, his warm lips
almost sucking the breath from me, so earnest his kissing.
"Yes, yes," I murmured, "you may kiss me now, dear boy! And
would you be faithful, Charles, if I trusted my life, my honour to
your keeping?"

"Those kisses have made me your slave forever, dear Lady.
Nothing could ever wring a secret of yours from me."
"Then, Charles, I will tell you I'm in love with your figure! I
know you must be a perfect Cupid, and should you like to strip
quite naked, that I may enjoy the sight of a living statue  Will
you do so, no one will ever know?" I asked.

His face was crimson and I could see that he actually trembled
under my gaze. "Now Charles, make haste, and if you do that
for me I'll give you a sovereign and a new suit of clothes."
Slipping off his jacket I began to unbutton his trousers. Turning
them down, my eager hands wandered under his shirt, feeling
the firmness of the ivory-like flesh of his deliciously rounded
buttocks whilst my eyes did not fail to detect how his linen
stood out in front and was saturated with spendings.

He seemed to understand me now and almost quicker than I can
write it, he was naked as Adam in Paradise.

My roving hands took possession of his beautiful little prick,
quite six inches long, and ornamented round the tight looking
balls by just a shade of curly brown hair.

"What's this, Charles, are you often wet like this?" as I called his
attention to the glistening sperm on my fingers. "What a big
fellow this is, quite enough for a man. Did you ever make love
with a girl?"

"No, my Lady, but I wanted to try it with Patty, only she never
would."

"Then you shall with me, Charles, now. And I'll try to get Patty
for you afterwards, I should so like to see you two together," I
said, drawing his prick to my lips and sucking it deliciously for
a moment or two till I felt he was getting near a second spend.

"Now, sir, kneel down and kiss me," I said, letting him go as I
reclined on the sofa and opened my legs whilst his hands opened
the slit in my drawers and exposed the lips of my cunt to view.
His mouth was glued to it in a moment, and ah! oh! how his
lascivious tongue made me spend in a second or two whilst my
unslippered foot was rolling his prick on his thigh. But I was
afraid of losing the next emission of his love juice, so I gently
drew him over my body and directed his dart of love into my
cunt.

He was hardly up to his business, but the instinct of nature
seemed to prompt him to shove in.

What ecstasy as I felt the slow insertion of his virgin prick! How
it seemed to swell inside the luscious sheath which received it
lovingly.

At first we lay motionless, billing and cooing with our lips, till I
began a slight motion with my buttocks, to which he was not
slow to respond.

How I enjoyed that boy! The knowledge that I had a really
virgin prick within me added such a piquancy to my enjoyment
that I fairly screamed from excess of emotion as I spent and felt
his balsam of life shoot into my longing womb.

He had to fuck me three times before I would let him dress and
go about his business. He had been with me over two hours, but
the time was well spent in making love and worming out of him
all about himself and the other page who slept with him, Sam,
who although good-looking had so much Indian blood in him
that his complexion was almost black.

In answer to my questions Charlie informed me that they often
played with each other, and rubbed their cocks together till the
thick white stuff squirted out, and he added: "Dear Lady, would
you believe it, his affair is two inches longer than mine; besides,
it is the blackest part about him!"

"Do you think he would like a game with us?" I asked.

"Oh, certainly. He is just the fellow! It was he who taught me all
I know, and I must tell you what he told me, that his last master,
Colonel Culo, who had brought him over from Calcutta, had
him sleep in his cabin all the way home and seduced him by
handling and sucking his prick, which was so nice that at last
Sam let the Colonel fuck him in the bottom-hole. The Colonel
wasn't very big, you know, and easily got into him by using a
little pomade. Then, when Sam left him because the Colonel
was afraid he might get about his daughters if he kept him in his
service, he was presented with a present of fifty pounds. He
often wants me to let him get into my bottom as he said it felt
very nice, but I never would go further than playing with cocks."

"Well then, this very night, about an hour after all the rest are in
bed, bring him with you to the girls' door. You will find it ajar
and mind only to come in your shirts and be sure not to disturb
the cook and housekeeper."

With these orders I kissed and let him go, then went in to dress
for dinner.

Just before we went to bed I treated Cookie and the housekeeper
to a good glass of port in which I put a rather stiff narcotic to
make them sleep well so that in case our revels with the two
pages should prove noisy they would be too sound asleep to
hear anything of it.

Patty and Annie were all nervous excitement and expectation
after I told them of my arrangement. We were already naked and
they hot as possible, and could not resist pressing their naked
bodies against me, while with tears and blushes they expressed
their fears of the pain of losing their troublesome virginities.
At last I heard a slight noise in their bedroom which so startled
them that they flew to go and hide themselves underneath the
bed, whilst I opened the door and entering their room, which
was in darkness, found my two young men in the dark hesitating
to tap at the door.

"Slip off your shirts and slippers," I whispered in a low voice.
"Feel, I am quite naked myself, all is to be free between us
now," as my hands groped for their pricks. I found them to be as
stiff as possible, and could not resist pressing their naked bodies
against my own belly, where the contact of their throbbing
pricks had such an effect on me that selecting Sam by the size of
his affair, I backed towards the girls' bed and drew him upon
me. What a luscious bit it was! So large that my cunt was fairly
gorged with the delicious morsel, which spent almost before it
was well into me. My arms held him firmly round the waist as
my body rested against the edge of the bed so that without
withdrawing he had to go on with the delicious fuck, and I
begged Charlie to put his prick into Sam's behind, to make him
do his work well with me. The latter was nothing loath, and
although the want of lubricant was rather an obstacle, Charlie
soon succeeded in spite of his wincing and flinching a little.
The effect was to give my cavalier quite double energy. My
hands passed behind him and played with Charlie's prick and
appendages as he fucked Sam's bottom delightedly.

This was another virgin prick I was enjoying. Fancy taking the
maidenheads of two handsome youths in one day. It fired me
with the most lustful sensations! How my cunt throbbed on his
glorious black prick. How we spent in torrents of that elixir of
love which makes us die in ecstasy at each fresh emission. What
heavenly joys to spend together, as we did, three times without
withdrawing. I knew such excesses were only tending to shorten
my life, but reason is powerless to resist the attraction of such
Cytherian joys.

At last it was finished and we entered my room where the lights
of a dozen candles showed everything to the best advantage.
The figures of the two youths reflected in the looking-glasses
round the room seemed to fill my apartment with lusty young
fellows, half dark and half fair, all with limp and glistening
pricks, just as they had withdrawn from the combat of love.
"Listen, my dears, cannot you hear the heavy breathing of the
two girls under my bed? I'll wager they've been frigging each
other whilst we had that glorious fuck in the other room!" I
exclaimed. "But let us first refresh our affairs with a cold
douche and have a glass of champagne! Then see if we won't
drag them out in the light, my boys!"

We laved ourselves, and a couple of glasses apiece immensely
revived our flagging energies. I had a nice little dog-whip with a
long lash on it. So telling the boys to lift up the curtains of the
bed, I slashed under on the surprised and timid beauties so
effectually that I had only time to give about a half-dozen cuts
before they sprang from their concealment and ran screaming
round the room as I followed and plied my whip smartly over
their tender bottoms. The sight of the thin weals which every cut
drew on their tender skin, the shrieks of pain and the blushing
effects on both faces and bums, so excited us that the boys'
pricks stood again immediately and I longed to see the two
pages ravish them as roughly as possible. Yes, I confess, that at
that moment I felt awfully cruel and should have liked to see
them suffer the most dreadful agonies under their defloration.
I know that with many men their delight is intensified if they
can only inflict pain on the victims they ravish, but for a woman
to gloat over such a sight is almost incomprehensible. Yet it is
so, I was literally mad with lust of blood and torture!

At last I made them kneel down and kiss the boys' pricks as they
begged of them to take their maidenheads.

Charlie had Patty and Sam had Annie. I ordered them to lay the
girls on the soft Turkey carpet in the middle of the room with
pillows under their buttocks. Then my two young champions,
kneeling between their legs, opened the lips the girls' spending
cunts and proceeded to insert the heads of their pegos within the
vermilion clefts of the victims.

It was a most delightful sight for me as I witnessed the blushes
and enjoyed every painful contortion of their faces as the pricks
were ruthlessly shoved into them under the influence of my
whip, which I used without pity to push the boys on to victory.
At last it was done and I could see that the boys had spent into
them and I was sorry it was so soon over.

The tears of the girls were changed to loving smiles as by my
directions they all had another wash. Then we sat down to jellies
and wine, indulging in all manner of freedoms and jokes, till my
young men began to feel their feet again and I could see that
both of them were enjoying and eyeing me most amorously.

My blood was up and nothing would do but I must enjoy them
both at once with the girls joining in the best way they could.
Sam and Charles sat on either side of me, and I could feel both
pricks ready for action. So I made the former sit on the edge of
the bed and take me on his lap, and as soon as I felt properly
sitted on the fine black prick, I called Charlie to shove his cock
into me from behind, along with Sam's. This was not quite so
easy to do, as Sam quite filled my sheath. Yet I was determined
to have it so, and with the

assistance of the girls, Charles succeeded in accomplishing my
erotic fancy. Then by my orders, Annie and Patty tickled my
clitoris and the lips of my distended cunt, as well as the cocks
and balls of my two lovers.


PART VI.

(Concluded.)

Description fails me in endeavouring to picture the excessive
voluptuousness of this conjunction, trio in uno. My profuse
spendings so lubricated their pricks that they were soon quite
comfortably rubbing together up and down, up and down inside
my delighted cunt, and then: "Ah! Oh! Oh! I spend! I die in
ecstasy! Where am I? Ah! heavens! Oh! God, what bliss!" That
is how I screamed out and then almost fainted from excess of
emotion, only to awaken directly to find them also in the frenzy
of their emission.

The excitement was so great that my champions retained their
stiffness and kept their place whilst the girls, not to be outdone,
jumped up on the bed, and Patty, turning her bottom to my face,
buried Sam's face between her thighs as she pressed her cunt to
his mouth for a gamahuche; Annie straddling and lying over her
to present her cunt and bottom to my lascivious tongue, which
did not fail to seize the opportunity to revel both in her cunt and
little wrinkled pink bum-hole.

This went on until sheer exhaustion compelled us to separate,
and how I hugged and kissed them all, when at last I let them
retire to their respective rooms.

Next day I was very ill and the day after that a medical man had
to be called in, Patty going by my express desire to a doctor
with very limited practice whom I thought would not be
exhausted by his lady patients.

As soon as he arrived my servants all retired and left us alone.

"My dear lady," said Mr. Loveshaft, "what has brought you to
this state of unnaturally prostrating excitement? Tell me all.
Don't keep anything back if you wish me to do you any good."
"Oh, Doctor," I replied in a whisper, "pray, put out the light, the
fire is quite enough to see by, and put out your ears close to my
lips. I can only whisper my confession, and don't want you to
see my blushes."

This was done and his face was close to mine when I threw my
arms nervously round his neck and drew his face to my feverish
lips and I kissed him more wantonly, saying:

"I want love; there's no one to love me. Oh! Oh! Fuck me first
and physic me afterwards. I know you must be a gallant man,
and mine's a real case of nymphomania!"

Whilst one hand still held him in a most amorous embrace, the
other wandered to his prick, which my impassioned appeal had
brought to a sense of its duty in a moment. What a fine fellow
he was too, both long and thick, as opening his trousers without
resistance he let me take it.

"Throw off your clothes, there's a love of a man, and let me
have this first, and the medicine afterwards," I exclaimed,
thrusting my tongue into his mouth.

He was a most amiable doctor and it was nearly an hour before
the consultation was over.

I rapidly declined after this and in spite of the doctor's
unremitting attentions,both to my health as well as my cunt, I
grew worse and worse and had to be sent to Madeira for the
winter. So I shall conclude my long tale with my adventure on
shipboard on the voyage out.

My housekeeper, whom I shall call Miss Prude, went with me as
a companion. We had arranged to have a fine large state-cabin
in the stern of the steamer, with sleeping beds, or more strictly
speaking, berths for four, as I engaged Patty and Annie to
accompany us as servants. At any rate, Miss Prude thought so,
but I had a deep design to seduce that virtuous young lady in
spite of herself. So, by a little bribery, Annie was induced to
stay behind and let my dear Charlie take her place in female
attire.

As you journey to Southampton at night, we embarked at a very
early hour before daylight, my companion being with me in a
first-class carriage whilst the servants travelled in another part
of the train and looked after the shipment of our luggage. Miss
Prude never for a moment suspected the change while she and I
retired to our berths as soon as we got on board, leaving
everything to the girls.

For the first two days sea-sickness quite prostrated us all,
especially my companion, but on the third day she was quite
lively and the supposed Annie kept as much as possible out of
sight till we all retired to rest. The servants had got into their
berths and appeared to be asleep. Miss Prude and myself were
both undressed and sitting side by side on the ottoman. I asked
her to put out the lamp and as she did so I put my arm around
her waist and drew her gently down by my side.

"Isn't it lovely now we've got over the sickness? What a
beautiful sensation the motion of the vessel gives. Oh, if you
were but a nice young man now, my dear!" I said kissing her
most amorously and thrusting my tongue into her mouth whilst
one of my hands wandered under her nightdress and invaded all
those delicious hairy parts, so sacred to virginity.

"Oh, for shame, my Lady! How can you be so rude?" she
exclaimed in a loud whisper.

Still I found she did not repulse me and from the heaving of her
bosom she was evidently in considerable confusion.

"What is your Christian name, darling  Miss Prude is so cold," I
asked, between my lascivious kisses.

"Selina, but pray, don't, my Lady!" she said almost with a sigh
as my fingers found out her little clitoris between the pouting
lips which her yielding legs had allowed me to titillate.

"What a love of a name; Selina! and you must call me Beatrice,
will you - there's a darling? And we must sleep together in the
same berth, there's room for both. I must kiss you all over to
prove my love - even there, darling," I said, indicating her
pussey with my finger, which was on the spot at the time, "and
you shall do the same to me. Or, if you don't like, you shall see
how Patty loves to kiss my crack. Ah! Ah! you'll soon learn
Selina, to know what is nice, even if it seems horribly rude to
think of."

"Did you never guess, my dear," I continued, "why some girls
are so awfully fond of each other? Well, I will tell you - it is
because they are in the habit of procuring from each other all
those forbidden joys which married people alone are supposed
to enjoy."

She was all atremble. My fingers were fairly buried in her slit,
as far as they would go, and making her spend deliciously.
"Oh! Oh! I must suck it, every pearly drop that distills from your
virgin recess is worth its weight in diamonds!" I said excitedly,
throwing her back at full length on the ottoman, whilst I fell on
my knees between her yielding thighs and glued my lips to her
cunt. My tongue revelled in that thick creamy emission which
only real virgins give down, for when their love-juices have not
secreted so long, they are far more creamy than the spending of
a woman is after often being fucked or frigged.

She enjoyed it immensely. How she wriggled and twisted in the
excess of her excitement.

At last I got up and woke Patty. Then returning to my ladylove,
I whispered in her ear: "Selina, darling, I am going to give you a
real taste of what a man is like. Patty is going to put on my
dildoe and fuck you with it, while she tickles my bottom- hole
and you gamahuche my cunt. Won't that be a delightful
conjunction, my love?"

"You frighten me, Beatrice dear. What is a dildoe, will it hurt?"
she whispered in a low tone.

"Exactly like a man's affair, Selina! And although it can shoot a
delicious soothing emission into you at the ecstatic moment,
there is no fear of getting in the family way," I softly replied.
"Now Patty is ready; let me straddle over your face and present
my cunny to your sweet lips for a sucking kiss. You will like it.
It will excite you so, to the unmistakable joy the dildoe will give
when it once gets in," suiting the action to the word by placing
myself over her.

Her blood was in a boil. She eagerly thrust her tongue into my
longing cunt which almost instantly rewarded it by a copious
spend which Selina seemed to relish as much as any epicurean
gamahucher would have done; her legs lasciviously wide apart,
which Master Charlie was not slow to avail himself of; the
position in which I was over her effectually preventing the
longing virgin from seeing the impending ruin.

Opening the lips of her spending cunt gently with his fingers,
the fellow cunningly frigged her with the ruby head of his prick,
until poor Selina got so excited that she began to bite me and
wriggle about in such an extraordinary way, as well as moan and
sob out: "Oh! Ah! shove, shove! Do push it in further, Patty
dear! I feel I must have it. Oh! Oh! Ah-h! It hurts now! Pray,
don't!" as he commenced to force the maidenhead in earnest. I
pressed my cunt upon her mouth so that she could not scream
and intensely enjoyed the pain we put her to; for she was
awfully tight and Charlie was not to be denied. He pushed and
rammed at her in lustful fury, spending, but still going on, till he
got the whole of his manhood fairly into her sheath, then he
rested for a few moments, making his prick throb in its tight
receptacle till all sense of pain seemed to be lost to our victim;
and the natural lubricity of her nature asserted itself once more,
and answered with a wanton heave of her bottom to every thrust
of her partner. There seemed no satisfying her greedy cunt, now
it had once got a taste of the real thing.

At last we got off her, and lighted the lamps once again, let her
see the dildoe for herself and guess! How astonished she was to
find it was real life, instead of a hateful substitute, but she
forgave us for the deception which had afforded her such
exquisite pleasure.

After refreshing our parts with cold water, she thoroughly
enjoyed the sight of Charlie fucking the amorous Patty, and with
her own hands handled his balls and tickled them as well as
Patty's cunt during their encounter.

As we could not expect to have more than another two nights on
board ship, I determined to make the best of the time, especially
as I had a particular fancy for a good-looking youth in
preference to men; and there were a couple of young middies on
board I had quite fallen in love with as they had shown me many
delicate attentions when I was so ill for the first few days.
A fine bright morning saw us on deck directly after breakfast.
"Good morning, my Lady," said young Simpson raising his cap
with a knowing, wistful look.

"Come here, you impudent-looking boy," I laughed, and as he
approached, said, in a whisper: "Can you keep a secret?"
"My bosom is as safe as an iron chest, if Your Ladyship has
anything to confide," was the reply.

"I am going to leave you soon, you know, and would like to give
you and young William a treat in my cabin tonight, if you can
manage to come after all are retired and you are off duty then, I
think."

"Yes," he replied, "from 10 P.M. to 6 A.M. and you may depend
on us being very quiet."

Putting a finger to my lips as a sign of strict secrecy, I glided
away from him and sat on the poop for the greater part of the
day, looking at the water in a dream anticipation of the fun I
hoped for at night.

I had made ample preparation for them and bribed the stewards
not to take any notice if they heard noises in my cabin, as I was
going to give a little party to two or three young lady passengers
before going ashore at Funchal, the port of Madeira.

After supper, myself and companions lay down to rest in our
clothes, leaving the lamps burning and the refreshments all
ready to hand. After a while, when all was quiet, our cabin door
opened softly and the two handsome boys in their best uniforms
quietly saluted us as they entered, both of them kissing me
before I could rise from the couch. The door was bolted by
Patty, who laughingly told them to mind how they behaved,
or they would get served out. In reply to which
both of them caught her and kissed her in spite of her pretended
resistance.

The middies were hungry and soon did ample justice to a game-
pie washed down with several bumpers of champagne as they
toasted us, from the servants to myself.

I drank glass for glass with them. My veins were on fire,
consumed by my lustful longings to enjoy two such handsome
youths, and as soon as they had finished their repast, I begged
them to sit by my side on the ottoman. And just as Simpson was
in the act of sitting down I drew him upon my lap, saying with a
laugh:

"What a nice baby he was to nurse, what a pretty little dear; kiss
its dear mama."

My lips met his in a long-drawn osculation which seemed to
make him quiver all over with emotion as he lay on my bosom.

"Did you ever have a sweetheart, dear boy?" I asked.

"Yes; such a pretty girl at the Cape. I have rare fun with her
when I go ashore."

"What! Are you impudent enough to take liberties with
her?"

"Yes, she even let me get into bed with her."

"You impertinent little fellow to mention such a thing to me!
Here, Miss Prude, and you girls, tie him up and pull down his
breeches! I've got a tickler that will make his bottom smart for
this!" I exclaimed, pushing him from me with great apparent
disgust.

"What a lark! I should like to see them do it. Here, Peter old
boy, help us or these girls will really master me," and he began
to find himself rather overmatched.

A smile and a gesture from me only turned his chum Peter
Williams to our side and it was fun to see how foolish he looked
when he found himself really tied up to one of the berths and his
breeches pulled down in spite of all he could do. How he
blushed as they tucked up the tail of his shirt and exposed a very
pretty white- skinned bum which was soon rosy enough under
the hand-slapping he got from the whole party, thoroughly
enjoying the joke.

"Stand aside, all of you," I said sternly, "and let me pay him the
desserts for his impudence," advancing birch in hand.

He was a plucky little fellow and disdained to cry out although I
saw two or three big tears roll down his crimson face under my
infliction, and I could also see that his cock was as stiff as a
poker. He was released, and without even waiting to pull his
breeches up, rushed forward to help us as we stretched his friend
Peter on the ottoman, and then by my direction he sat on his
back, whilst I gleefully let him have a due share of the birch till
he begged hard to be let off.

When they thought to adjust their clothes we all began to laugh
and joke them about the beautiful red weals we could see,
pulling up their shirt-tails and taking such liberties that in a short
time they were quite undressed and we had two youths in a state
of nature with standing pricks to look at.

"Well, I wouldn't give much for those toys of yours if that is all
you have to show the girls!" I said laughingly, as I switched the
parts indicated with my rod. "Why Annie here has a better cock
than any of you. We'll all strip and you shall see."

This was the expected signal and all further restraint on our
impulsive passions was thrown aside in a moment.

I think those two handsome middies had never really had a girl
before and that I really took their maidenheads. In fact, I
indulged in my letch for having two pricks in my cunt at once,
whilst Charlie fucked Miss Prude before our eyes, till she had
hysterics from excessive lubricity.

We kept it up till nearly five o'clock, flicking, gamahuching and
indulging in every fancy we could think of. I even made Charlie
get into my bottom with Simpson in him. Peter Williams also
postillioning her companion with his prick in his fundament,
whilst Miss Prude and Patty tickled and helped to excite us the
very best way they could.

At last they were obliged to leave us and I may say that was the
last lustful orgy I was ever able to indulge in, for my
constitution broke down rapidly even during my stay at Madeira
and I returned to England in the following May, since when,
dear Walter, you have been my constant and loving attendant,
and seen how rapidly this consumption is carrying me to my
grave. Oh! I would that I had strength to do it once more and
that you were my manly champion in that combat of bliss which
I shall never taste again. Would to Heaven I might die in
spending as I felt your very soul shoot into my vitals, but, alas!
it cannot be! Still, if there is bliss in the world to be, I feel
assured of an everlasting fuck.

Amen! I am unable to hold my pen any longer. CONCLUSION.



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