The Romance of Lust: A classic Victorian erotic novel
we were alone together, she told us that when the governess kissed her,
she felt Miss F.’s tongue glide into her mouth, and “tip her the velvet”
in a most delicious and exciting manner, and she believed that if they
had been alone they must have given each other mutual embraces of a
warmer description. This led me to think that Miss Frankland was herself
rendered lecherous by the action of even wielding the rod. Lizzie during
the whole of the next week did nothing but rave of the excessive
excitement that her whipping had put her into, and the extreme felicity
she felt in having her salacious lechery satisfied. We were not able to
meet every day, for frequently Miss Frankland accompanied us, and joined
in the youthful sports we then gave way to. Lizzie continuing to harp on
the extraordinary enjoyment the whipping had procured her, after it was
over, fired the imagination of Mary, until she was wound up to a pitch
of actually longing to be whipped. In such a case it was easy to incur
the penalty; she had but wilfully to neglect her studies, and she was
sure to get it. This she accordingly did, and it resulted as before.
When released, she rushed to the summer house, and without any
preliminaries, called upon me to fuck her directly; and a very similar
scene followed to that which had occurred when dear Lizzie was whipped.
Mary did not, however, give way to the uncontrollable desire to throw
herself into Miss Frankland’s arms as Lizzie had done. Miss F., as
usual, retired to her room after the punishment was over, and was late
in coming down, with the same flushed face and excited eye. I became
convinced that she herself was salaciously excited by the act, and I
began to fancy that with such passions, if I could but excite her in any
way, it might be worth my while. When once these lecherous ideas were
raised in my imagination, desire soon painted her with every charm of
beauty, and I became excessively lewd and anxious to possess her. The
more I looked at and scanned the really beauteous proportions of her
finely developed form, the more my determination to have her took root,
and grew strong within me.
About this time Miss Frankland, who had become a great favourite with
mamma, obtained permission to take possession of the spare bedroom, with
an understanding that she was to cede it to any visitor who might come.
Of course, this circumstance made my desire to get into her good graces
doubly strong, inasmuch as the opportunity of sleeping with her
afterwards could be so easily effected. I determined to watch her when
retiring to bed, and try to get a view of her naked form. For this
purpose I removed the stopping of moistened bread I had put in the hole
I made to see Mr. Benson fucking his wife. I lay awake, until she came
to bed. I saw her undress, but only caught sight of her naked bubbies,
over her chemise. As I have said, they were not large, but widely
separated, with a fine flat neck up to the throat. I mean that she
showed no collar bone, which is a great beauty in woman. She had
evidently been quite naked, and had used the bidet, but the extent of
the slit in the door did not allow me to command the part of the room
where she had used it. I remedied this defect next day, and the
following night was rewarded with a most glorious sight. You may well
suppose that I did not let sleep overcome me, but was at my post as soon
as ever I heard her enter her room. I was on my knees in a moment, at my
peephole, and saw her deliberately undress to her chemise. She then
arranged all her magnificent head of hair, brushing it out as far and
further than her arms would extend; and after well brushing and combing
it, she plaited and rolled it up, in a great big rouleau behind, then
washing her hands, she drew out the bidet, poured water into it, and
then divested herself of her shift. She was standing in front of the
dressing-table, with two candles shining on her, so that when she lifted
her shift over her head; I had a well-lighted full view of her
wonderfully covered belly. She was all over hair; it was as black as
coal, and shone as if polished in all its beautiful curls. I am now an
old man, but never have I seen the equal to that dear woman in a hairy
belly. It was quite up to her navel, and several inches down the inside
of her thighs, besides running thickly in the chinks of her bottom, and
with two bunches where the beautiful back dimple is usually situated, as
thick, and even thicker than ordinary women have in on their mounts. In
addition to this, there was a beautiful little line of curls that ran up
her belly, as far as between her bubbies, to say nothing of the very
hairy thighs, legs, and arms. I never saw a more deliciously hairy
woman, and she was all that such excessive growth of hair
denoted—passionate and lecherous to a degree, when once she had
confidence in her companion, to let her feelings have vent. Of course, I
am now describing my after-experience; at the moment I was only dazzled
by the extraordinary richness and quantity of that exquisite
ornament—hair—not only in splendid quantity on the head, but in a
profusion such as I had never then and have not since witnessed. I was
struck dumb with astonishment and admiration. She laved her hairy cunt,
and all the adjacent parts, then wiped herself dry, put on her
nightgown, extinguished her light, and, of course, got into bed. So did
I but only to toss and tumble, and at last, in troubled sleep, to dream
of that most gloriously covered cunt, and to imagine myself revelling
therein. So great was my excitement that I had the first wet dream I
ever experienced. It is needless to say, it was under the dreaming idea
that I was enjoying to the utmost that wonder cunt.
I was quite exhausted by morning with such a restless night, and was not
only very _distrait_, but was really so fatigued that I could not attend
to my lessons. Of course Miss Frankland noticed this, and being unaware
of the cause, attributed it to wilful idleness and bravado of her
authority. She spoke very gravely and seriously to me, and told me if I
did not improve my conduct by next day it would be her painful duty to
punish me with severity.
“I expect to see you exhibit very different conduct tomorrow, otherwise
you will drive me to do that which I would much rather not.”
It rained hard that afternoon, and we had to amuse ourselves within
doors. On retiring for the night, I determined to watch again for Miss
Frankland, but my want of rest the previous night overpowered me, and I
fell fast asleep until far in the night. I rose and crept to my
peephole, but all was dark. I could hear Miss Frankland breathing
heavily. The thought at once struck me that I might safely steal up to
my sisters’ room, as they were now alone, since Miss F. had the previous
night removed to the spare bedroom, where she was now fast asleep. So
softly opening my door, and leaving it ajar, I crept along the passage,
gained my sisters’ room, and gently awakening them, jumped in between
them, to their great joy and satisfaction. We immediately began with a
gamahuche, I taking Mary’s cunt, while Lizzie crossed her legs over her
head, and was gamahuched by Mary, whose finger was at the same time
acting _postilion_ to her charming bottom-hole, while I had the
exquisite prospect before me of their operations. As soon as ever Mary
spent I made Lizzie lie down on her back, with her head towards the
bottom of the bed, Mary knelt over her in the opposite direction,
presenting her very full backside, which was daily developing larger
proportions. I plunged into her cunt, plugging her little rosy bum-hole
at the same time with my middle finger, while Lizzie did as much for me,
at the same time rubbing Mary’s clitoris with the fleshy end of the
thumb, while Mary, at the same time she herself was fucked and frigged
in two places, was employed in gamahuching Lizzie, and frigging her
bottom-hole with two fingers, Lizzie declaring that one finger felt as
nothing. We lengthened out our delicious proceedings until excess of
excitement compelled us to give way to all the fury of our feelings, and
we managed to spend all together with such rapturous and lascivious
delight as rendered us quite powerless for some time. We then had a
delicious cuddle, the girls having each one hand on my prick and the
other on my buttocks. When we had once more worked ourselves up to
fucking heat, we reversed the previous position, and I fucked Lizzie.
Mary was gamahuched and bottom-fingered by Lizzie, while she employed
herself with Lizzie’s clitoris and my bum-hole. Lizzie was far hotter
and more salacious than any of us, and spent copiously on my delighted
prick, which enjoyed excessively the warm bath of glutinous liquid that
was poured down upon it. I gave a few slow-drawn thrusts in and out, to
moisten well its whole shaft, and removing my two fingers from her
delicious bottom-hole, and wetting it with my saliva, I withdrew my
prick from the reeking sheath of her cunt, and to her great delight
slowly housed it in her longing and exquisitely delicious bottom-hole,
keeping it quiet there for some time, so as not to spend before Lizzie
was ready. I enjoyed the delicious throbbing of her body, which at last
becoming too exciting, I stooped over her, passed a hand under her
belly, replaced Mary’s fingers, rubbing her clitoris while Mary frigged
her cunt with two fingers thrust into it. We thus quickly brought
matters to an end, and died off in all the ecstasies of satiated lust.
As daylight was beginning to dawn, I tore myself from their loving
embraces, gained my room in safety, and slept the sleep of the just
until late in the morning.
My orgie with my sisters had so far satisfied my animal passions that I
rather began to dread the severity I knew Miss Frankland would use if I
came under her hand. This made me so far attentive next day as to
satisfy her; and as it was a fine afternoon she came out to walk in the
garden, while we innocently amused ourselves. That evening I kept awake,
and again enjoyed the superb display of Miss Frankland’s wonderfully
hairy cunt, all the lower part of her body was as black as a chimney
sweeper’s. The sight awakened every lustful feeling within me. I felt I
must possess her, and determined to brave the severest infliction she
could give me with the rod. I somehow, instinctively, arrived at the
conclusion that this extraordinary profusion of hair could only grow
where nature had implanted the hottest animal passions, and had but to
greatly excite them to turn their lust to my advantage. I determined
that tomorrow I should bring things to a crisis, and that I might be
equal to every effort I went to my bed, and did not attempt to steal up
to my sisters’ room. Next day nothing could be made of me in the
morning; Miss Frankland sternly warned me that if such conduct was
pursued after dinner nothing should save my skin from a severe
scourging. However, my mind was made up, and I went in “for the whole
hog,” as our vulgar Yankee cousins say. I was more idle and
insubordinate than ever. Miss F. looked thunder; at four o’clock she
ordered me to stay, and the girls to go. She then locked the door, took
out from the desk a formidable rod, and told me to approach her. I did
so—really half in fear, for she could look dreadfully fierce and
determined, in which case I came up to her side.
“Now, Charles,” she said, “your conduct, for two or three days past, has
been such as I cannot put up with. Your mother has given me full power
to punish any of you severely, if I think you deserve it; you are
getting to be of an age that I hoped you would have so acted as to give
me no cause of offence, but I am sorry to see my hopes are disappointed.
I am now about to punish you, submit to it quietly, or it will be all