The Romance of Lust: A classic Victorian erotic novel
all day. However, to satisfy them, I gamahuched them both, and fucked
them both while each was giving the other a second gamahuche, so that
then each spent three times to my twice. I thus kept in my forces for
the renewed delights I anticipated at night. I went to bed early and
slept soundly at once, having no anxiety about keeping awake, feeling
certain that Miss F. would awaken me as soon as she was ready to take me
to her arms. She came, and we passed another most delicious night of
every salacious and libidinous enjoyment. A third night followed, which
differed only in the lascivious proposition of Miss Frankland to
deflower my bottom-hole with her wonderfully prominent and elongated
clitoris, little dreaming that there, too, she had been anticipated by
our loved and charming friend MacCallum. She had, however, all the
imaginary pleasure of first possession. As you may well suppose, I did
not attempt in any way to enlighten her ignorance thereon. We had
gamahuched each other, I had fucked her twice in the cunt and once in
her bottom-hole, when the fancy seized her to bugger me with her
clitoris. Of course, I made no objection; on the contrary, sucking it up
to a proper stiffness, I placed myself on my hands and knees in the most
favourable position to satisfy her erotic fancy. She first slipped her
tongue into my bottom-hole, then spit upon her clitoris, and then
anointed my aperture with the delicious slime of her well-fucked cunt,
and then with the utmost ease pushed the dear thing up to its utmost
limits. I humoured her in every way, wriggling my bottom sideways, which
she declared was a vast improvement on her back and forward movements.
She passed her arm round my belly, and with that exquisitely delightful
touch on my prick for which she was so distinguished, she excited me to
the utmost, making my _sphincter ani_ respond to the throbbings of my
exquisitely delighted prick, and equally exciting her lascivious
passions with the idea of first possession of that narrow abode of
voluptuousness. She could feel by the electric excitement of my prick
how near I was to spending, and quickening the action of hand and
clitoris, we both died away together in all the raptures that such an
extra exciting conjunction could produce.
Several nights thus passed in the indulgence of every form of the most
lascivious enjoyment. We used to amuse our moments of relaxation in
trying who could suggest any new position or varied manner of effecting
the delicious junction of our bodies. On one occasion, recurring to the
state of excitement her flogging had thrown me into, I asked her, as if
I did not know the fact very well already, if the application of the rod
on the bottom of a woman, or the mere act of being flogged, at all
excited her sex. She told me both acted with great force on her erotic
nerves. She thought, from experience, that being whipped caused the
greatest excitement and produced the greatest longing to be fucked.
“Then,” said I, “do you think it had erotically excited my sisters?”
“Certainly, especially your sister Eliza. I do not know whether you
noticed her sudden impulse to embrace and kiss me after her return to
schoolwork the day I flogged her; that was a stray erotic impulse, and
had we been alone, I could not have avoided responding to it in a way
that would have delighted her, and initiated her into some of the
delicious mysteries of venery. Nay, I think, but for my happy discovery
of your great and delightful merits, I should have sought for and found
an opportunity of being alone with that dear girl, for you must know we
can lasciviously embrace our own sex with immense mutual pleasure, and
although not equal to that which this noble fellow”—(taking hold of my
prick)—“inspires, is not without its merit, and even as a little variety
from time to time is very enticing.”
“Then, I suppose, you still have some hankerings after the virgin charms
of dear Lizzie?”
“I have, and what is more, I believe both Mary’s and her passions have
already developed themselves. I have sometimes fancied I heard
suppressed sighs and gentle movements going on in their beds, and I
shrewdly suspect they were practising masturbation on each other. I did
not interfere, and after what has passed between you and me, I will tell
you that I had a little plan in my head to let them proceed to such
lengths that when I chose to make the discovery they would be at my
mercy. I then could initiate them in every lascivious and voluptuous
delight that woman can have with woman. The happy discovery of your
excellences, and the perfect facility my change of room has given for
meeting without the slightest chance of discovery, has for the present
driven that idea out of my head. I am, however, indebted to it for the
change of room, as I asked for it solely to leave the two girls the
utmost liberty to indulge in their voluptuous mutual enjoyments, certain
that it would increase and give them every desire for the further
instruction I could impart to them.”
“I suppose you would have fucked them with this dear stiff little
thing?” said I.
“Oh, yes, you darling, but you have so excited me talking about it, that
you must fuck me directly.”
We indulged in a most exciting fuck, and when recovered from the
confusion of ideas the delightful crisis always produces, we resumed our
conversation on the interesting subject of my sisters. I observed that
she had not lately flogged them again.
“All your fault; I am now so satisfied with you that I no longer seek
for relief to pent-up desires in that way.”
“Tell me, dear Miss Frankland, did flogging my sisters excite you much?”
“It did, even to spending; but the fear of proceeding further with them
at that time rendered me ferocious. The very severity I used was as it
were in revenge for stopping short of other salacious embraces, but if
once I had gone so far as to make them partakers of my lubricity, I
should never have flogged them again so severely, but only to such a
gentle extent as would raise their passions to an uncomfortable pitch,
rendering them slaves to my burning lust. Even now I have, from time to
time, a desire to do so, especially with dear Eliza, as I think she had
far more of venereal lust in her nature than Mary. You would not object,
dear Charlie?”
“Not in the least, if you will only give me the voluptuous satisfaction
of hearing all the details from your lips afterwards; it would stimulate
us both to additional raptures, and spur our desires to renewed
combats.”
“I don’t think it wants much to do that; your glorious prick is as hard
as iron.”
“It was the lascivious idea of your enjoying Lizzie that made it get up,
but I must fuck you again or it will burst.”
“I, too, my dear boy, am inflamed at the idea; put it in behind this
time; I have a great letch in that way at this moment.”
I did as I was directed, and so great was the agony of delight when we
died away that she sank on the bed dragging me after her, and we lay
almost insensible, soaking in bliss for quite half an hour. We did not
again renew our conversation that night, but I determined to push her
forward to carry out her idea, and also to give Lizzie a hint to second
her wishes in every way, without giving her any idea of what had passed
between Lizzie and me, and being equally reserved as to my nightly
connection with Miss Frankland.
The following night we passed again in all the amatory delights we could
imagine. After our deep midnight sleep, which always took place locked
in each other’s arms, and poor cockey held firm as if in a vice, I awoke
her first, and found my prick stiff-standing in her cunt, which was
involuntarily pressing it in the delicious interior folds. I began
moving gently, until she was so excited as to quite wake up, when she
joined me in all the raptures of a delicious and voluptuous fresh
morning fuck. We then rose to satisfy natural wants, and cool our
excited nerves by a copious ablution. As we were returning to bed, I
observed that Miss Frankland took something out of her wardrobe wrapped
up in a handkerchief, and placed it under her pillow with a certain air
of mystery. I said nothing. After purifying ourselves we always indulged
in a voluptuous gamahuche; after which Miss Frankland generally asked,
as a favour, that I should finish off _in culo_. I loved her delicious
bottom-hole too dearly ever to refuse. She placed herself as usual on
her knees, thighs well drawn up, and head down, so as to make the most
of her glorious backside. After I had followed the usual preamble of
thrusting in and out of her luscious and juicy cunt so as to lubricate
my prick well, I then introduced it, always with the slow and gradual
pressure, until it was sheathed to the hilt, when we generally paused
some minutes to reciprocate mutual throbs and pressures. In this
lascivious pause I saw her hand steal under the pillow, and draw out the
handkerchief and put it under her belly. I shortly found a considerable
substance entering her cunt, and making my quarters still more tight and
narrow. I began to move, and found the substance in the other entrance
keeping time to my movements. I had a tight hold of her projecting
clitoris, which I had frigged up to a stiff-standing point. I slipped my
hand down and found she was dildoing herself with what proved to be a
very handsome dildo, in not very formidable proportions.
“That’s right, my darling,” I cried, “why did you not do it openly, you
ought to know that my greatest wish is for you to enjoy these salacious
meetings in every possible voluptuous manner; frig on then, my beloved,
and be sure that if it adds to your delight it adds to mine.”
“Thank you, my darling Charlie, shove away, I am in the seventh heaven
of delight in having as good as two pricks working in me at once.”
She would have explained more, but her words were cut short by the
ecstasies the double fuck produced, and she spent copiously before me,
on finding which I held back, and was rewarded by making her spend
eventually with the utmost excess of delight twice to my once. By this
time it was broad daylight, and too late in the morning to enter into
any conversation on the new partner in our amatory combats, which was
reserved for the next meeting.
This did not occur so soon as we expected, for that day Miss Frankland’s
flowers declared themselves. It was a fortunate thing for me that she
had them at the period of the new moon, and as Mary had them at the
full, it enabled me to dedicate a night or two to my beloved sisters,
who considered I had been neglecting them of late. I said I had not felt
very well, and that I began to think that our excessive fucking was
becoming too much for me; that they must remember I was one to two, and
I felt if I continued to overexert myself I should break down and fail
altogether.
“That would never do, dear Charlie, and it is very true you do twice our
work and more, because we don’t pour down such a torrent as you do when
we spend; you must take care of yourself, we will not be so exacting in
future, but cool ourselves first by a mutual gamahuche between Lizzie
and me.”
I thus arranged a certain amount of cessation of fucking in that quarter
that I might dedicate the more to the far more exciting powers of the
delicious and salacious Miss Frankland.
I had always remained in my own bed until I heard her heavy breathing,
denoting that she slept, before I dared to leave my own room to go to my
sisters. The desire of racking me off, as dear charming Mrs. Benson used
to call it, might have seized her, and my absence would have discovered
all.
However, she had, no doubt, considered that it would be all to her
advantage that I should be left perfectly quiet to recruit my system,