The Romance of Lust: A classic Victorian erotic novel
Then seeing that she was greatly agitated, he begged her to be seated
(for she had risen when he approached and took her hand), he led her to
a sofa, and seated himself by her side. He pressed for an answer. She
said—
“You must be fully aware, Mr. Vincent, that your generous offer has
taken me greatly by surprise. I feel most grateful to you for it, but
must implore you to allow me to pause, until at least I have heard from
my mother, to whom I will communicate the noble offer you have made to
me, a poor governess, who cannot but feel grateful to you for
condescending to think of her in such a way.”
“Ah! say not so, my dear Miss Evelyn, and believe me, it is no sudden
impulse that has driven me to your feet, but ardent love, and real
admiration of your great beauty and admirable conduct ever since you
entered this family.”
The dear creature smiled through her tears upon me when she recounted
those terms of affection that Mr. Vincent poured out to her.
To be brief—before they parted he won from her that his frequent
meetings at church, and elsewhere, had gained him something more than
esteem, but hopeless of ever becoming his wife, she had done her utmost
to suppress warmer feelings. Oh! woman, thy name is deception! So she
sent him away the happiest man in existence. He rode over every day
afterwards, and was with Miss Evelyn from four to five; indeed, he was
often the cause of our having half an hour’s longer recreation. He also
frequently dined with us. Miss Evelyn’s mother naturally jumped at the
offer, and most delightedly gave her consent.
When Mr. Vincent heard of this, he became very urgent in claiming an
early day for making him the happiest of men. Miss Evelyn wanted a delay
of six weeks, but this raised such an outcry on his part, seconded by my
mother, that at last she was driven from six weeks to a month, and then
to a fortnight from that date; so all became extremely busy in getting
ready marriage dresses, &c. The marriage was to take place from our
house, and my mother insisted that she should provide the marriage
breakfast. Mrs. Evelyn was invited to our house for a week at the time
of the marriage, to keep my mother company. My two sisters and a young
sister of Mr. Vincent’s were to be the bridesmaids, and a young man,
courting Miss Vincent, to be bridegroom’s man. So all was thus arranged,
and eventually came off most happily. When Mrs. Evelyn arrived she
occupied the spare room, where charming Mrs. Benson had so deliciously
initiated me in all the pleasures of sensuality and passion.
To return to the day when Mr. Vincent had his first interview, and
declared his love and admiration, and ended with the offer of marriage.
Before going away, he rang for mamma, thanked her for all her kindness
to him, informed her how happy Miss Evelyn had made him in granting
permission to prosecute his suit for her hand, &c. Then begging the
favour of a chaste kiss, he left all radiant with hope.
The interview had naturally been very trying for Miss Evelyn, and she
was so evidently nervously agitated that my mother begged her to go to
her room, and lie down to repose herself, as after so much agitation she
must be quite unfit for any schoolwork, and that she herself would hear
our lessons that morning and give us an afternoon’s holiday in honour of
the happy event that had occurred.
We thus, my sisters and I, were thrown again into another prolonged
opportunity of fully enjoying ourselves, but, notwithstanding the
wonderfully regenerative power that nature had gifted me with, I felt
that if I wanted to enjoy again my dear Miss Evelyn, who had promised to
be with me that night. I must not only restrain myself from such excess
as we had indulged in the previous day, but also manage to get some
sleep, of which I had scarcely tasted the night before, so I contented
myself with first gamahuching and then fucking each sister; afterwards
again gamahuching them, and making them each spend five times, so as to
satisfy them without exhausting myself, and then finishing off with a
delicious fuck in Lizzie’s bottom-hole, while each gamahuched the other.
This quite satisfied them, and they allowed me to steal up to my room to
sleep, Mary promising to call me in time for tea. I slept the sleep of
the just for some three hours, and came to tea perfectly ready for
anything that could happen that night. It was well it was so, for now
that there could not be any long lapse of time before we must part, Miss
Evelyn became a very glutton for pleasure, and every art and position
was made use of to stimulate and lengthen out our joys. She came every
night, even up to the very night before the marriage, although in the
last three nights before the event came off, her mother, Mrs. Evelyn,
slept in the spare bedroom with which my room communicated.
Nevertheless, we met and carried on our amorous sports with bated breath
and suppressed sighs.
We had of late often tried in our moments of greatest excitement to
introduce my prick into her delicious tight little bottom-hole. Once, by
a sudden manoeuvre, I managed to get in at the moment she was spending,
and actually made an entrance as far as about two inches beyond the nut,
and I think I should have fully succeeded at that time if my own
excitement had not made me spend too soon. This oiled the way, and my
prick, having already fucked several times, becoming too limp, the
squeeze of her bottom actually forced him out, as if she were voiding
herself naturally. I fancied that, at the moment, but for my too excited
passion, she would have rather I had completely initiated her. However,
the night preceding her marriage, I at last succeeded. We had fucked in
every varied way. She was on her knees, with her head on the pillow, and
I on my knees, behind her; this was a favourite way of hers, as she
declared I got further in, nay, seemed to touch her heart and fill her
whole body; besides the frigging her clitoris and the action of my
finger in her bottom-hole added greatly to the raptures this position
gave her. She had been already well fucked, and we had mutually
gamahuched each other, so her whole system was in a most excited and
well-moistened state. Taking care to put two fingers at once into her
bottom-hole, I worked them so as to stretch it as much as possible,
while exciting her with my prick in her cunt, and a finger on her
clitoris. Just as she was going into the raptures of spending I dropped
from my mouth a quantity of saliva onto her bottom-hole, and as she was
pushing her buttocks back to me I suddenly withdrew my prick, and with
one vigorous thrust housed him half his length in her delicious
bum-hole. She almost cried out aloud at the suddenness of the attack,
and would have flinched away but for the grasp of both my hands upon her
hips; a more vigorous shove sent me up to the hilt against her beautiful
buttocks. She whispered—
“For heaven’s sake, dear Charles, do stop a moment, I can’t bear it, and
must cry out if you do not be quiet for a time at least.”
As I was safely fixed, it exactly suited me to remain still, for had I
gone on, a push or two would have made me spend. Now fairly engulphed, I
wished not only to fully enjoy it myself but, if possible, make her
enjoy it too. So remaining quite still, as far as regarded my prick, I
stole one hand down to her clitoris, and began to excite that; the other
I ran up to her bubbies, and played with the nipples, a thing which I
had found out excited her almost as much as playing with her clitoris.
Her passions were soon reawakened, and the involuntary twistings of her
loins and pressures of her sphincter convinced me that in a very short
time I should work her up to the utmost; and so it was, and immensely
she enjoyed both her own spend and mine when she felt my hot spunk
shooting up into her very entrails. We sunk gently on our sides after
this bout, but without unsheathing me; and here embracing, kissing and
tonguing each other when she turned her head, and sometimes sucking the
nearest nipple to me, we soon once more were in a state to renew our
delicious combat; and a second course was run in the delightful
callipygian recesses of Venus’s second temple of lubricity. This was our
last bout, for, alas, it was getting the hour when the house would be
all astir. My lovely mistress embraced me most tenderly, and
acknowledged that I had at last taught her a new pleasure. She wept as
she tore herself from my arms, and I wept too when she left me, as I
thought I had now lost her for ever as a mistress, and what a charming
one she had been to me!
Morning came, and with it bridesmaids, bridegroom, and man. To church we
all went, my sisters perfectly enchanted with the idea of being
bridesmaids, and beautifully arrayed in new dresses. They were also
still more delighted with some handsome jewelry presented by Mr.
Vincent. In their eyes he became the handsomest and finest man they had
ever seen. The breakfast went off as usual, and when the bride, who had
changed her bridal dress for a neat travelling one, came down, pretty
near all were in tears on taking leave of her. She pressed me tenderly
to her bosom, and whispered—
“Courage, Charlie, dear.”
It was almost too much for me, but I managed to restrain any extreme
demonstration of my grief. The carriage door was shut, and off they
rattled to spend the honeymoon at Leamington. The friends assembled
remained until the evening, and after the sensations of the day, and the
fatigues of the previous night, I was glad to get to bed. I cried myself
to sleep, thinking that another at that moment was revelling in all the
delights of amorous enjoyment of those charms that had been so long in
my sole possession.
Thus ended one of the most delightful episodes of my life, and although
I, at some rare intervals, from time to time found an opportunity of
enjoying my loved mistress, they were flying fucks, very delicious, but
very unsatisfactory.
This was the first great incident that had an effect of changing the
tenour of our existence for some time, but I will reserve the details of
our after-adventures for a second part of these reminiscences of Early
Experiences.
END OF VOL. I.
VOLUME II
CONTENTS
Mr. James MacCallum—Mrs. Vincent—Miss Frankland—Miss F., Mary, and
Eliza—Doctor and Mrs. Brownlow
The house was scarcely itself even the day after the marriage. Mrs.
Evelyn was still with us, and did not leave until the following day. She
and my mother spent most of the day in the summer house, so that our
pastimes therein were interrupted. Mary complained of severe headache,
which, in fact, was the premonitory symptom of her courses, which
declared themselves violently in the evening. I had arranged with my
sisters to steal up to their room when all were asleep, as now that we
had lost our governess they had it all to themselves. I went, of course,
but found only Eliza capable of entering into our sensual enjoyments. I
made her come to me in Miss Evelyn’s bed, and while fucking her, was
thinking all the time of my darling governess; and even when I was
fucking her I could only remember the complete insertion of my prick
into Miss Evelyn’s bum-hole the very night before her marriage, and
wondered whether or not her husband had discovered her loss of
maidenhead. And yet, I fancied woman’s natural cunning would easily
deceive him, as millions before him have been deceived. Coupling Mary’s
attack and Miss Evelyn’s choice of the marriage day on the full moon, I
could not help imagining that she intended to help her deception by the
advent of her menstruation. It will be seen hereafter how far I was
correct in my conjecture. I passed a delicious night in the arms of my
charming Lizzie, and only stole away just in time not to be observed by