The Romance of Lust: A classic Victorian erotic novel
her backside close to my belly, she told me to pass my left arm under
her waist that I might embrace her left bubby and finger its nipple,
a proceeding which she told me was as exciting as playing with her
clitoris—then turning her head, our tongues interlaced; she put my
right hand down to her stiff-projecting clitoris, which I continued
to frig just as I might have done to a boy’s cock. Keeping up a slow
in and out movement with my prick, excited by so many points of
lascivious friction, she spent most copiously before I was prepared to
join her. Her head sank back in the ecstasy of her discharge, drawing
away from me, and leaving my mouth free. I instantly dropped it upon
her other firm and elastic bubby, at which I sucked away, pushing my
prick as far as possible into her cunt, and leaving it there, without
movement, to enjoy the rapture-giving pressures of her delicious cunt,
slowly passing my hand up and down her still sufficiently indurated
clitoris. She lay for some time in the luxurious enjoyment of the
position, then once more sucking my lips, she thanked me over and
over again for the pleasure I had given her, heightened as it was by
knowing that it had not exhausted me. I began to move slowly in and
out, keeping up my movements at the other points of excitement. She
was ready on the instant to second me, and as she meant this time that
we should spend together she left nothing to desire. Her movements
were of the most exciting and stimulating description, and we were not
long before the ecstatic moment arrived, and we sank in the lap of
luxury, pouring forth streams of ecstatic bliss. We lay close locked
in the most delicious embrace, only conscious of unutterable joy. It
was some time before we could venture to break this exquisite trance
of enjoyment. It was followed by the sweetest toyings and prattlings,
until again my delighted prick, stimulated by the internal pressures
of the luxurious sheath in which it had remained engulphed, again
awoke her scarce-slumbering passions to dash on pleasure’s heavenly
course. Again she spent before me with, if anything, increased rapture,
and, after a pause, renewing her lascivious movements in response to
my own, we sank in a perfect death-like swoon of thoroughly satiated
lust, and gradually and imperceptibly fell into the deepest slumber for
many hours, locked as we were in each other’s arms. Her wonderfully
retentive power of cunt held my happy prick a willing prisoner through
our long sleep. I awoke first, to find it standing stiff within the
charmed circle which even in her sleep was deliciously grasping it
with its nervous folds. I passed my hand down to her clitoris, and
began fucking her. She heaved her bottom up and down, and murmured some
incoherent words, being evidently still under the influence of sleep,
and probably dreaming of some former events, for in her half expressed
murmurings, I could make out something—
“Henry—my only—ever loved one—meet again—oh! how ineffable—how
exquisitely delicious. Do push it in—more faster—beloved of my soul.”
She clasped me with a hug, as if she would make but one body of us both,
and spent with a scream of agonized delight, pouring down and spurting
out a perfect torrent of boiling spunk all over my cods and thighs.
“Dearest, beloved Henry, it is too much,” she uttered, and fainted away.
I lay quite still, and determined not to speak until she should come to
herself. It was evident her dreams had brought back some former loved
and happy man and no doubt the fact of my being in possession, in full
fuck, had made her believe in the reality of her sleeping thoughts. She
was quite a quarter of an hour before recovering her senses; daylight
had broken, and she looked round in a sort of alarm, and exclaimed—
“Where am I?”
Then her eye catching my face—
“Oh! my darling Charlie, it is you! I have been dreaming of being far
away, and, I suppose, the fact of your dear weapon throbbing within me
made me think of former events. Well, the dream had its pleasures, if
only in a dream.”
“It was no dream, my dear Miss Frankland, or at least, only partially
so, as far as regarded your loved Henry—for that was the name you
applied to me, and most deliciously did you embrace me under the idea,
and die away in an excess of pleasure I quite envied; but you alarmed me
by really fainting afterwards. I am so pleased to have turned a mere
vision of the night into ecstatic reality, and I am not at all jealous
of your former lover, because had you not had any, you would, probably,
never have loved me. Oh, no! I should never be jealous of you my dear
mistress. I would even like to see you in all the ecstasies of passion,
in the arms of another, provided that I should share in your delights.”
She listened in an astonishment, acknowledged that she had imagined
herself in the arms of one she had greatly loved, and had thought the
whole affair was a dream, and was not conscious of its absolute reality
as to her being fucked.
“Well, I must have mine now, feel how it is bursting for relief.”
“Yes, yes, the dear fellow, push him away, my Charlie, and you will see,
I shall enjoy the real Charlie quite as much as the dreamt-of Henry—of
whom I shall some day speak to you. You are worthy of him and of me—and
I fear I shall love you as I do him, far too dearly.”
Then lending herself to the work we were at, she did, indeed, exert all
her lascivious power, and we enjoyed such a fuck as seldom falls to
mortals here below. We lay prostrate and panting with satisfied lust,
until prompted by the urgency of natural wants we were both obliged to
rise and relieve ourselves. My darling mistress then used her bidet and
told me to lave my parts in the basin, as it was not only cool and
refreshing, but also reinvigorating. After which as it was now broad
daylight, she allowed me to pose her, and turn her in every position,
that I might admire and handle every part of her superb form. Her bottom
was larger and harder than any I had yet seen, and, indeed, excepting
one, of which, dear reader you will presently hear something, it was
about the finest in form and size of any I ever met with. Of course,
this handling was not effected without producing erotic excitement in
both parties. Miss Frankland had occupied herself as much with me as I
had done with her, and her beautifully large clitoris was showing its
head in full stand out from among the vast mass of bushy curls
surrounding it. I proposed we should have a mutual suck on the floor,
with her bottom to the light, that I might have a full view of all her
glorious parts. She humoured my fancy, and pulling a couple of pillows
off the bed to prop up my head, she stepped across my body, and kneeling
down, took my prick in her mouth, and brought her splendid backside and
lascivious cunt down to my face. I first glued my lips to the open cunt,
thrust my chin in, and then my tongue, as far as I could reach, licking
the luscious moisture which our previous handlings had excited; it was
as sweet and delicious as cream. This stimulated her very much, and she
closed the sides of her cunt upon my tongue so closely as to give it a
good squeeze. I never saw a woman but her, who had such a wonderful
power in that way. My nose actually felt it was reciprocating the
pressures of the cunt, so I changed the venue, and slipped my tongue
into her bottom-hole, evidently to her excessive delight. But things
were approaching a crisis, and she cried to me to take her clitoris in
my mouth, and substitute fingers in both the other orifices. This I
quickly did, while she sucked and postillioned me, handling the root of
my prick, and my buttocks with the delicious gentle titillations in
which she had such skill, until, in an excess of joy, we both poured a
tribute of sperm into each other’s mouths, and both greedily swallowed
it. After this we got into bed again, to have one loving cuddle before
parting. Of course, it ended in raising such a storm of desire as a fuck
could only allay—she said—
“My loved Charlie, this must really be the last.”
I told her it had so excited me to see her splendid bum before my eyes
when we were on the floor that I should like to kneel behind and put it
in that way. I really meant into her cunt, but she thought I meant her
bottom-hole, and said—
“Well, you are a strange boy, what on earth made you think you could put
that great big thing of yours into my bottom-hole; but, to tell you the
truth, after being well fucked, I rather like it that way, so you shall
try, but you must be gentle in getting in.”
I said, “I did not know I could do it that way with my prick, I meant to
put it into your cunt from behind, but now, from what you say, I should
like to try what the other is like.”
You see, I was keeping up my apparent ignorance. She turned on her face,
and keeping her head on the pillow, drew up her knees to her belly and
exposed to the greatest advantage her glorious backside. I knelt behind,
but previous to beginning, I glued my lips to the delicious orifice, and
shoved my tongue in as far as I could, and deliriously excited her. Then
approaching my stiff-standing prick, and thrusting it into her cunt up
to the roots two or three times, so as thoroughly to lubricate it, I
withdrew and placed it before the smaller temple of lust; then, by a
gentle uniform pressure, I gradually and almost imperceptibly glided in
to the utmost extent. She pushed her bottom out, and, I could feel, was
straining as if to void something, which is the real method to
accelerate the entrance of a prick in that enchanting channel with the
least difficulty and pain. We then commenced a slow movement—she wanted
me to stoop forward and place my arm round her body, and frig her
clitoris, but I begged her to do it herself, and allow me the luxury of
looking on the delightful wriggling of her superb backside, and also the
sight of my own prick surging in and then withdrawing. She humoured me,
and we had a most exquisite fuck. Her bottom-hole had hardly so tight a
pressure as she could exercise with her cunt, but, nevertheless, it held
me in very firmly, and had a peculiar heat which was most exciting. We
both died off together, she so completely overcome with ecstatic delight
that her body sank flat on the bed, drawing me with her, without
unsheathing my weapon. We lay for a short period, she convulsively
shuddering from time to time with the intense degree of excitement this
delicious route had produced upon her. At last she begged me to rise and
relieve her. As we must now separate, I rose. She assisted me in my
ablutions, put on my nightshirt, conducted me to my bed, fondly kissed
and thanked me for the exquisite night of every species of delight I had
conferred upon her, promising a repetition the following night. She left
me and locked the door of communication, but previously unlocked mine,
in case I should oversleep myself.
Thus ended the first delightful night I ever passed with that most
charming and deliciously lascivious woman—the first of many scores that
followed, but in none of which were her raptures more intense, if as
much. She ever after dwelt on the night when she had been the happy
means of initiating me into all love’s mysteries, for she never knew of
my previous experiences, and always plumed and prided herself on being
my first instructress.
The next day I was somewhat somnolent, of which you may be sure Miss
Frankland took no notice. She retired to her own room when we went for
our recreation. My sisters scolded me for not coming to them the
previous night, but I told them that Miss F. had continued to move about
her room for so long a time that I had fallen fast asleep, and even then
had not had enough, as they might have observed how sleepy I had been