The Romance of Lust: A classic Victorian erotic novel
backside. They soon ran a first course, but Mr. B. remained engulphed in
the closely fitting sheath of his salacious wife. She evidently exerted
herself more than usual, both for her own pleasure as well as to give
satisfaction to me, for once when she turned her head in my direction I
caught her eyes, and she smiled, giving a still more vigorous heave than
usual, and showing me all her cunt at full stretch with the noble prick
in it. I was ready to burst. At last their bout was over for the
present; Mr. B. withdrew his prick, all slimy from its sheath, pendant,
but still full of size.
Most extraordinary! I would have given a good deal to have dared to rush
out, put it in my mouth and suck it dry, I can hardly describe how
strongly this desire took possession of me. It was the first promptings
of a passion I have since often indulged in, where I have met with
companions with whom I could join in orgies of both sexes. Mrs. B.
professed to be dead beaten by the constant and frequent renewals of
these interviews in addition to night work and lay perfectly still,
while he performed his ablutions and readjusted, his habiliments.
“Fasten the door after me,” said he, as he ardently pressed her form in
his arms and kissed her. She had continued stretched on the bed, exactly
facing me, with legs widely extended, so as to show me the whole of her
lovely cunt, which I could see still panted under its late excitement.
My charming mistress told me it was palpitating not for what had passed,
but for what it was waiting for. She rose at last and closed the door,
turning the key upon her husband. She then approached the bidet to
purify herself, but I bounded from the closet, seized her in my arms,
dashed her back on the bed and immediately glued my lips to her glowing
and foaming cunt, with all the froth and spending of her husband oozing
out. I greedily devoured it, and raised her to such a frenzy of lewdness
that she dragged me up and cried, frantically—
“For God’s sake fuck me—fuck me!”
Of course my cock was bursting to do so; with one shove he was sheathed
to the cods; my loved mistress spent with that alone, so highly was she
excited, not only by the preparations, but as she herself acknowledged
to me, by the idea of the instantaneous infidelity to her husband, at
the moment after he had just fucked her—such is the wild imagination of
women when they give way to every libidinous thought. It would have been
exactly the same if some equally fortunate lover had been awaiting my
retiring from the field. The idea of success in deception is a passion
with them, and they would almost sacrifice anything to obtain it. Before
I could arrive at the grand crisis, she was again ready, and we died
away in an agony of blissful lubricity—she held me, as usual, so tight
that I never thought of withdrawing from the folds of her delicious
cunt, but lay still enjoying the never ceasing compressions of its
velvety folds, which sometimes really had almost the force of a vice. I
was rapidly ready for a second bout, which, like the first, ended in
extatic joys, beyond the power of description. My charming mistress
thought I ought now to desist, but pleading my forty hours’ fast (for,
of course, she knew nothing of my fucking Mary), I begged her to allow
me to run one more course.
“Then, my darling Charlie, you must let me turn on my side, for I am so
heated with your weight and my husband’s that I must have some relief,
but there is no occasion for you to withdraw, leave me to manage it.”
With an art quite her own, she accomplished her object, her splendid
buttocks’ pressing before my eyes against my belly fired me immediately.
My cock swelled and stood firm as ever. Then passing an arm round her
body, I used my fingers on her excited and stiffly projecting clitoris.
We had a much longer and more voluptuous fuck than before; nothing could
exceed the delicious movements of my divine mistress; she twisted her
body so, that I could suck one of her bubbies, while I fucked and
frigged her; she spent with such a scream of delight that I am sure she
must have been heard in the house, had it not been for the inner baize
door to the room. She continued throbbing so deliciously on my prick
that I began to flatter myself I should obtain a fourth favour, but she
suddenly bolted out of my arms and out of bed. Turning round, and taking
my whole prick into her mouth, and giving it a voluptuous suck, she
said—
“No, my loved boy, we must be prudent if we mean to have a repetition of
these most exquisite interviews. You have given me most extatic
pleasure, and by moderation, and running no risk in too long indulgence
of our passions, we may safely manage to enjoy similar interviews every
day. Get into the dressing room, remain there until I leave my room and
pass your door. After I have seen that no one is near, I will cough
twice, wait a minute longer, then quietly leave and descend by the back
stairs.”
All was happily effected, and for the week longer they remained with us,
I found means to repeat the charming lesson every day, without raising
suspicion in anyone’s mind.
At last this admirable woman departed. It was with difficulty I could
bear the scene, but I gulphed down my feelings as best I could. She had
become a universal favourite, and all regretted her leaving, so that my
distress was not noticed in the general regret. It was more than two
years before fortune favoured me in again meeting with this charming
woman. And then we saw very much of each other, both alone and with
other congenial spirits, of which, perhaps, I may hereafter write a
detail; but at present I have got events to relate that followed fast on
her departure.
I have said that Miss Evelyn had been gradually growing more familiar in
her manner of partially caressing me. She drew me closer to her, almost
invariably placing her arm round my waist, frequently kissing and
pressing me against her firm and well-formed bosom. This had frequently
an evident effect on my lower person, even while I was kept less
excitable by the constant relief my passions were obtaining in the arms
of my adored Mrs. B. Now I no longer had that vent, for the little
relief I could get at rare intervals from my sister Mary was as nothing,
after the constant exercise I had been provided with for a whole month.
Ever since I had practised that little deception on Miss Evelyn by
attributing to her embraces the evident distraction I was in on the day
of Mr. Benson’s return, she had increased her pressures of my person,
and could not but feel my stiff prick throbbing against her thigh, while
she closely pressed my body against it with her arm. I often noted the
increased sparkle of her eyes and changes of colour on her face when she
kissed me, and I put up my hand and caressed her cheek. At times she
would push me suddenly away, and beg me to resume my seat; frequently
she would quit the room in an agitated manner, till this led me to
suppose that an internal conflict was going on, and that passion urged
one course, reason another. Remembering the sage advice given to me by
my loved and beautiful mistress, Mrs. B., I resolved to play the part of
an innocent ignoramus, and let her own passions develop and produce the
result I so longed for. I doubt if I could have held out but for the
relief I found in dear Mary’s embraces, who, each time we could manage
to meet, became more and more attractive, and more capable of giving and
receiving pleasure. We had some difficulty in keeping Eliza blind to our
doings. At last Mary agreed to initiate her into gamahuching, and to
tell her I did so to her when we shut ourselves up together, and that if
she would keep the secret, I would do the same to her; but that it was
necessary that one should keep watch while the other amused herself with
me, for fear Miss Evelyn should chance to come. Mary proceeded to
gamahuche her, which delighted Eliza beyond measure; indeed, although a
year and a half younger, she speedily showed a developement of passion
superior to Mary. At first I only gamahuched her, letting her play with
my prick as I did so, but not attempting to instruct her in the art of
insertion into her charming little quim, which already showed symptoms
of a hairy growth on her well-formed and very prominent mount. When I
had done enough in this way, Mary, who had previously been fucked by me,
returned, and Eliza took up the watch, while I appeased in Mary’s
deliciously tight cunt the thirst that gamahuching Eliza had raised.
It was thus I could more coolly await the gradual approximation that
Miss Evelyn’s evident passion for me was bringing about. That she
struggled against it was evident, but passion was gaining the advantage,
as was shown by her nervous tremblings and sudden clutches, drawing me
up to her parched lips, and sometimes pushing me away with a shudder
that shook her frame and paled her lovely cheeks. I fancied that nature
had been too much for her on these occasions, and that in reality the
sudden clutching was the approach of love’s crisis, and that when she
shuddered, and suddenly repulsed me, she was discharging. It was evident
this could not continue. At last the happy day for which I so longed
arrived. Mamma was going to go to the town, and taking my two sisters
with her, to get something or other for them. She invited Miss Evelyn to
accompany her, but the latter declined, on the excuse of an alleged
headache. In truth, the violent nature of the conflict going on between
her passions and her prudence had visibly affected her health; she had
become pale and anxious-looking, and my mother was somewhat uneasy about
her. She told her not to occupy herself too much with my lessons that
day, and only give me work for an hour in the morning and an hour in the
afternoon, and begged her to take a quiet stroll in the garden, and rest
as much as possible.
On leaving us, she cautioned me to be as gentle and obedient as
possible, as Miss Evelyn was poorly and out of spirits. Mamma and the
girls departed. Miss Evelyn, almost as pale as death, and quite visibly
trembling, falteringly begged me to go to our schoolroom and study the
lesson she had given me the previous evening, saying she would join me
shortly. I went, but no lesson could I do that day. The evident
agitation and apparent illness of Miss Evelyn distressed if not alarmed
me; I was still too inexperienced in her mind. It was a phase of woman’s
nature which I had as yet no knowledge of. I had merely a vague kind of
idea that it all tended to the ultimate gratification of my libidinous
hopes, and I only held off to a certain extent in obedience to the
counsel my loved Mrs. Benson had so wisely impressed upon me, and was
waiting in lively hopes of the result I so ardently wished for.
At last Miss Evelyn joined me, her eyes were swollen and red as if she
had been weeping; my own filled with tears when I saw her, and I
approached, hesitatingly, and said—
“Oh, my dear governess, I am so grieved to see you look so poorly. Oh,
do nothing today, and I promise to work twice as hard tomorrow.”
At the moment I really felt quite distressed at the sad expression of
her features. For an instant she smiled languidly, then, by some
compulsion of feeling, she seized me in both arms and drawing me to her
bosom, covered me with kisses; her eyes became almost perfectly
brilliant.
“Oh, you dear, dear, darling boy, I love you beyond expression. Kiss,
oh, kiss me! my darling! and comfort me, because I love you all too
well.”
Then, again, there was a change, she seemed to fear she had said too
much, and turned away her head and tears started to her eyes, but her
arms did not relax the embrace in which she held me. I was deeply moved