The Romance of Lust: A classic Victorian erotic novel
night, but in that I was disappointed; nothing came, and I was driven to
act in the best way I could. I kept my legs close together. I got my
hand down to that part of my person, and kept squeezing my affair as
close as possible. I pressed hard with my fingers on his weapon as he
forced an entrance, and all at once gave way with a scream of apparent
pain, as he gave an extra thrust, and let him penetrate at once. An
inexperienced husband takes much on credit and imagination, I quite
satisfied him that he was the first possessor of my person; but, oh! my
beloved Charlie, I found I was really ready in the family-way, and you,
my dear fellow, are the father of the baby now within my womb.”
“What? I! I! the father of your baby? Oh, dear, darling Mrs. Vincent;
oh, say that again.”
“It is indeed true, my dear Charlie; and the knowledge that I first
possessed you, and you me, reconciles me to giving my husband a child
that is not his.”
“My child! my child!” I cried, and I danced round in a paroxysm of
delight at the idea of being a father. It seemed at once to elevate me
to manhood, and puffed me up with pride. I rushed upon dear Mrs. V.,
embraced her most warmly, and pushing her back on the sofa, said—
“I must see how the little angel looks in his cell.”
I turned up her petticoats, and exposed all her beauteous belly, already
by its swelling showing there was more there than ever went into her
mouth. Her cunt too had become more prominent. I stooped, kissed her
lovely quim, gave it a good suck, then gamahuched her till she cried out
for my prick to fuck her, and a most exquisite and rapturous fuck we
had. The thought that I was baptising my own babe with my sperm
stimulated my lubricity, and we ran a course of the most libidinous
delights until we dissolved away in the most voluptuous death-like
exhaustion of satisfied desires.
“Charlie, my darling, you must get up; remember you may injure the dear
little creature by too great an excess, so pray rise.”
I rose at once, but only to embrace her most tenderly. She complained of
feeling somewhat faint, and said we must now go to the house to get some
wine. We put ourselves in order, and all radiant at the thoughts of
paternity, I strutted along as proud as a peacock, and thinking no small
beer of myself. I hardly knew whether I stood on my head or my heels,
and was quite extravagant in my conduct. Dear Mrs. V. was obliged
seriously to caution me before I could come to a proper reserved
behaviour in presence of the servants. She rested about half an hour,
and was about to order the gig up to the door, but I implored her to
send it round to the road below the summer house, as I should all the
longer have the pleasure of being with her. She smiled, and again gave
me a pat on the cheek, as much as to say, “I understand you, you rogue,”
but did as I suggested. So we proceeded through the grounds, and were at
the summer house some time before the gig could be harnessed and come
round to the road below. I did not wait for that, but embracing darling
Mrs. V., wanted to push her down on the sofa.
“No, no, dear Charlie, that will tumble my dress too much, and we shall
have no time to put it in order; stop, I will kneel on the low couch,
and you will stand behind, I can guide you from below, and you know I
always thought you got further in and gave me more pleasure that way
than any other.”
She knelt down, and I canted her clothes right over her shoulders, and
exhibited her fine buttocks, which, now she was in the family-way, had
widened out, and were fatter and rounder than ever. First gluttonously
kissing them, I brought my prick right against them. Mrs. Vincent
projected her hand behind, seized and guided him into her glowing and
longing cunt, and he plunged at one bound up to the hilt.
“Gently, Charlie dear,” she cried, “remember our dear baby is there, and
you must not be too violent.”
This at once reduced me to moderation. I had a hand on each hip, and as
I slowly glided in, I pressed her splendid buttocks backwards to meet
me. I kept my body upright so as to enjoy the lovely sight of the
movement of her bottom.
“Put your arm round and feel my clitoris, Charlie, dear.”
I did so for a minute, and then whispered—
“It is such delight to gaze on your splendid bum in action, so pray
apply your own finger to your clitoris, and let me enjoy the lovely
sight.”
“Very well, darling.”
And I could feel her frigging away most furiously. This enabled me to
introduce first one and then two fingers into her most delicious
bottom-hole. When I found she was in the greatest state of excitement, I
suddenly shifted my prick, and substituted it for my fingers. In her
surprise and excitement, she had no time to resist, and I glided in, not
too rapidly, quite up as far as I could go. She flinched a little, and
called me a bad fellow, but I held her hips too tight to allow of her
unseating me, even if she had wished. I begged she would let me go on,
for I had never forgotten the delight of doing it this way the night
before her marriage. She made no reply, but I could feel redoubled
action with her finger on her clitoris; and the muscular twitchings of
her loins and sphincter soon convinced me that nothing would please her
better than finishing our course where I was—and most delicious it
proved. We should have died away in loud cries of agonised delight but
for the necessity of prudence, for doubtless the gig was then awaiting
but a few yards off. My darling mistress seemed unwilling to let me
withdraw; she held my prick in such close and firm embrace, throbbing on
it from moment to moment, and so exciting him that she shortly felt he
was again stiffening inside of her. She rose on her legs, and by that
action unsheathed me. Then, turning round, she threw her arms about my
neck, and most tenderly embraced me, thanking me for having given her
such exquisite proofs of love.
“But I must go, my dear Charlie, and I hope we shall have occasionally
some other delicious opportunity of enjoying such raptures again. Say
everything kind to your mother and the girls, and tell them I shall come
ever again shortly and see them all.”
I saw her into her gig, and watched her until a turn in the road hid her
from my sight. I returned to the summer house, and kissed the spot she
had last pressed with her lovely body. My soul was filled with love of
her, and pride that I was man enough to put a babe into her belly. I
strutted about the room, and if anyone could have seen me I should
doubtless have appeared ridiculous. Mamma, our new governess, and the
girls returned to tea. I told them of Mrs. Vincent’s visit, and her
regret at finding them absent, also of her promise to drive over again
on an early day. My mother hoped I had been attentive to her. I said I
had, as well as I could, and had got some wine and biscuits, as she
complained of not feeling very well, she thought the jolting road had
tired her.
It may well be supposed that after the impression our new governess had
made upon us, we were very attentive for some time. Indeed, her system
of teaching was really excellent, far superior, in that respect, to our
former governess. She had a method of interesting you in what she was
teaching, and for quite two months we paid such great attention, and
made such really extraordinary progress, that she could not help
praising us highly to mamma while we were in the room. This was bad
policy, because, with the natural thoughtlessness of youth, we fancied
ourselves so clever that we became less attentive. This was patiently
borne with for some time, probably in consequence of our previous good
behaviour. But at last Lizzie was somewhat impudent when blamed rather
harshly by Miss Frankland.
“Oh! it has come to that, has it? We shall see.” She continued our
lessons until four o’clock as usual, and then desired Lizzie to remain
where she was; she dismissed Mary and me, locked the door on poor
Lizzie, and went away, doubtless for a rod. She soon returned, and
locking herself in, most severely whipped poor Lizzie’s bottom. She sent
her out when it was finished, and Lizzie joined us, weeping bitterly
from the pain she was suffering. We laid her on the couch, and turned
her petticoats over her head to cool her bottom, which she declared felt
as if burning hot coals were spread over it. I kissed the dear red
buttocks that were all covered with weals and looked like raw beef, but
no blood had been drawn. We fanned her with our handkerchiefs, which she
said was a delightful relief. In a very few minutes she began to wriggle
her bottom in a state of excitement, and cried out—
“Dear Charlie, do shove your prick into my cunt, it has begun to long
for a fuck.”
I wanted nothing but this to instantly act, for the sight of her bare
bum had already made my cock stand as stiff as iron. She raised herself
on her hands and knees, presenting the back entrance to her cunt, and
telling me it was there she must have it instantly. I plunged up to the
hilt in a moment, for she was as juicy and moist as if she had spent,
which it is more than probable was the case. Very few powerful thrusts
on my part, seconded by energetic action on hers, and she spent again
with a scream of delight, and with a pressure on my cock that almost
hurt it. She hardly paused a moment before she cried out—
“Shove on, dear Charlie, push it in further if you can, I am burning
with desire.”
She wriggled her backside in every way in the most lascivious and
delicious manner, and when she felt the crisis approaching, by the
increased swelling and hardness of my prick as well as the peculiar
electric effect at the moment, she met my flood of sperm with so copious
a discharge that it literally spurted out and deluged my cods and
thighs. She held me tight, and would not allow me to withdraw until I
had myself spent four times and she seven at least. We then rose, her
nerves calmed by the repeated doses of hot boiling sperm shot into her
interior. She declared that never in all her fucking had she felt such
insatiable desire, or more ravishing delight in satisfying it, that she
would undergo a dozen such floggings to have the same rapturous
enjoyment.
“I am sure,” she said, “it was all the effect of the rod, I never felt
anything like it before.”
Mary all this time had been but a spectator, and a pleased one to see
the erotic fury of her sister and my powerful efforts to allay it. It is
true we had both had a delicious fuck during the time poor Lizzie was
catching it on her backside, and I had just gamahuched her deliciously
afterwards as Lizzie came in in such pain.
Miss Frankland had retired to her room, and looked still flushed and
somewhat wild looking when she joined us after the usual hour’s
recreation. As may well be supposed, we were all as attentive as
possible. There was one circumstance that evidently pleased Miss
Frankland immensely. When Lizzie, in her turn, went up to repeat her
lesson, she suddenly threw her arms round Miss Frankland’s neck, and
with tears running over her cheeks, sobbed out—
“Dear Miss Frankland, pray forgive me, and let me kiss you, for I love
you dearly.”
There was a bright sparkle of delight in Miss Frankland’s eyes. She
clasped Lizzie round the waist, and drew her to her lips in a long sweet
kiss of love, which seemed as if it would never end. We observed Miss
Frankland’s colour rise. She at last put Lizzie away, and said she was a
dear amiable girl, whom she could not help loving.
“Go to your seat, you are too agitated, my dear, to say your lesson just
now; so send Mary up.”
Lizzie came back to her seat, but I could not help fancying I saw a
complete expression of erotic desire on her countenance. When afterwards