The Romance of Lust: A classic Victorian erotic novel
gamahuched her until she spent: and now, knowing her greatest letch, I
instantly brought my bursting prick up to her foaming cunt, plunged in
and began a furious movement, accompanying it with all the most
endearing bawdy phrases she had just, as she thought, taught me.
“Oh, my most gloriously cunted aunt, do I fuck you? Wriggle your arse
faster—that’s it! Do you feel my prick up to the hilt in your delicious
cunt? Oh! what pleasure you do give me!”
She replied as broadly. Passing her hand down she pressed my cods, and
asked if thus squeezing my ballocks added to my pleasure.
“Oh, yes, my love, your cunt, your arse, your bubbies, are all
delicious. Oh, I never before knew there could be such additional
pleasure to our fucking as using these endearing words produce.”
We were both so excited by the bawdy terms we so profusely used that we
went off in the utmost excess of ecstasy, and died away thoroughly
satiated with our libidinous and most lasciviously delicious fuck. It
was time to finish. So sliding off her, I again buried my face in her
delicious gaping and foaming cunt, my mouth, lips, nose, and cheeks were
covered with sperm; she drew me to her lips and licked it all off. Then
repairing our disordered dress we returned to the house, and found the
doctor impatiently awaiting us. Our flushed and excited faces at once
showed that we had been indulging in the greatest excess. He joked aunt
upon her skill in allaying such frequent attacks as I now appeared
subject to.
Aunt informed him that she had inadvertently in her lust made use of
expressions which had betrayed so much to me that she had found it
necessary to leave me nothing more to learn, and I was now fully aware
of the true nature of our connection; after luncheon he himself might
further enlighten me, for she was certain that complete confidence would
be the best policy to pursue; it must come about, sooner or later, and
it was far better it should come from him than that I should learn it
elsewhere. He said she was quite right, and that he would further
instruct me after luncheon, so we set to work on the viands before us,
to which I did ample justice.
I was thus, as they supposed, newly initiated in the mysteries of the
coition of the sexes. I shall reserve further details of our more
intimate and expansive experiences for the third volume of this true
Romance of Lust, and still of Early Experiences.
END OF VOLUME II.
VOLUME III.
CONTENTS
Aunt Brownlow—Harry Dale—Mrs. Dale and Ellen—Mrs. D.—Ellen—Mrs. D., Dr.
Brownlow, and Harry
After the luncheon, which closed the last volume, a churchwarden
occupied uncle for about an hour. When he had left off, uncle proposed a
walk in the garden. I could see at once what this was meant to lead to,
as he almost immediately turned in the direction of the summer house.
When we got there he sat down on the couch, and begged me to sit beside
him. He opened the subject at once by saying—
“My dear Charlie, I am very much pleased that your aunt has opened your
eyes to the real nature of our actions with you, which your simple
innocence had imagined to be a mere kindly relief to the overgorged
vessels of your virile member. Accident might have made you acquainted
with this through some less interested channel, and you might have
innocently betrayed your future position. I believe you to possess a
large fund of good sense and discretion, and the advice I shall give you
as to the conduct to pursue in future will not only be received with
confidence as meant for your future good, but listened to attentively
and acted upon. The world, my dear boy, and by that I mean Society in
general, condemns the practices we have lately been indulging in with
you. Their narrow prejudices ignore the fact that nature alone prompts
to these delightful acts, and that the great God of nature gifted us
with the powers necessary for their performance. But, as the world has
chosen to brand them with its censure, men of prudence, like myself,
whilst apparently conforming outwardly to such stupid prejudices, know
how in secret to fully enjoy them. I am blessed in your darling aunt
with a wife who fully understands and humours my desires. She is rarely
splendid in the glorious beauties of her body, and in temperament hot as
the most erotic of our sex could desire. Even in your ignorance you must
have felt the wonderful power of conferring carnal ecstatic pleasure she
possesses, and have heard how, in the energy of her passion, she allowed
her lust to betray her into the use of grossly bawdy terms, but which,
as they have enlightened you when best prepared to receive such
knowledge, is rather fortunate than otherwise. I speak thus frankly to
you, my dear boy, because I have found you of a rare facility in giving
and receiving erotic pleasures, and of a temperament worthy of the
descent from the same stock as your aunt. You are worthy of each other,
and formed to enjoy to the utmost each other’s carnal delights, and I
bless my happy star that has brought you both under my own roof.
Henceforth there must be no secrets between us. It was at my earnest
wish that your aunt relieved you; and, of course I had my own object in
view. In the first place I require some extra excitement to be able
myself to indulge in these delightful combats in love’s domain. You and
your aunt’s copulations were to me more exciting than you can imagine.
You will have observed, too, what is the real quarter to which, when
excited, I pay my devoirs. Glorious as is the backside of your
incomparable aunt, your young charms, virgin in that respect, excited me
still more. I began by gentle touches, and then tried the insertion of
my finger, when I saw you were far too busy operating within the orbit
of your lustful and lusty aunt to observe or even feel what I was doing.
I found a facility about your bottom as perfect for enjoyment as your
truly magnificent prick or cock was fitted for operating in its way. It
was then I suggested to your aunt to mount upon you, and afterwards made
you aware that your aunt possessed another aperture which could equally
well allay what you then looked upon as a source of pain. My object was
to lead you to the same point. Your innocent docility lent itself with
easy simplicity to all my desires. I saw that you entered readily into
your aunt’s glorious bum-hole, and allowed me to work with two fingers
in your own. Finding that it rather gave you pleasure than otherwise, I
proposed to abate my own stiffness in your bottom. Your affectionate
docility enabled me to obtain unfailing ecstasy. Your after-fucking of
me, while I was in my wife’s bottom, conferred the utmost erotic bliss
upon me, as you have experienced when operating and being operated upon.
These—these are the moments of a felicity your stupid prejudiced
worldlings know nothing of; and these are the pleasures which, now that
we have initiated you into all their secret mysteries, we will enjoy to
the utmost. To the true votaries of these love orgies grossness of
language is a stimulant to passion.
Fuck-frig—bugger—cunt—prick—ballocks—bubbies—arse-hole—are all sacred
words only to be pronounced when in the exercise of love’s mysteries. At
all other times a guarded decency of word, act, and gesture is
imperative, as enhancing the delight of an unbridled vocabulary in the
voluptuary of raging lust. I shall from time to time inculcate sage
precepts on this point—enough for the present. Let us now indulge in
mutual embraces.”
So ending, he took me in his arms and glued his lips to mine. Our
tongues met. Both our hands wandered, his on my prick, which immediately
responded to the touch, my hand was placed on his prick, but which was
only at half-cock. I rapidly unbuttoned, and brought it forth, then
stooping I took it in my mouth, and sucked it and fingered the root with
my hand. Then passing my other hand below, I sought to penetrate with my
finger into the interior of his fundament. He rose to a standing
position to enable me to enter his anus more easily. His prick quickly
standing fiercely showed how much I excited him. I ceased not until he
was in an agony of pleasure—forcing my head down on his prick until it
entered almost completely into my mouth, and shooting his sperm right
down my throat. I continued to suck and frig him until I produced
somewhat of a restiffening of his prick. He begged me to rise, that he
might take mine in his mouth, desiring me at the same time to take off
my trousers and lie down on the couch. I did so. He knelt at my side,
and first handling and examining it with loudly expressed admiration of
my noble weapon, he took its head in his mouth, and then with his hand
on its lower shaft, and finger up my fundament, brought on a similar
crisis as that I had produced on himself. He just as greedily swallowed
all. I had allowed my hand to fall down by the side of the couch, where
it encountered his prick, which had resumed its pristine vigour.
“Come my dear uncle,” said I, “and let us put it into its favourite
corner.”
I rose, and kneeling, turned my backside full in his face. He stooped,
caressed, kissed, and tongued the rosy orifice. With the plentiful
saliva with which the operation of sucking my prick had filled his
mouth, he moistened my bum-hole and his own prick, and then easily
glided up to the hilt within my delighted backside. Resting for a while
in all the ecstasies of insertion, which I heightened by my internal
pressures, he seized my prick which had stood again at once at the
pleasing sensation occasioned by the introduction of his prick in my
bottom. Thus frigging my prick and fucking my arse, with occasional
pauses to lengthen out our pleasures, he at last brought matters to a
most exquisite termination, and died away in cries of joy as we poured
forth a mutual torrent of sperm. Uncle continued soaking in all the
blissful after-sensations, which I did everything in my power to enhance
by the delight-giving pressures of my sphincter muscle. When he withdrew
and rose to his legs, he helped me up, and drew me to his bosom, and we
had a long kiss of gratified desire, tongueing each other the while, and
handling our ballocks with mutual gratification. My uncle was profuse in
his praises of my docility and aptitude, declaring that his pederastic
enjoyment of my person excelled all he had ever experienced in his long
practice of the habit, and my delicious sideways wriggle was superior to
the very fine bum-fucking his adorable wife had the art of giving him:
then there was the further excitement of handling the very finest prick
he had ever met with.
“It is no flattery to you, my dear Charles,” he said, “but mere justice
to its superb dimensions and admirable power.”
Here he stopped, and sucked anew its reeking head, getting a few more
drops out. We then purified ourselves—a basin with water was kept in a
small cupboard purposely for such occasion, for I afterwards learned the
place had been the scene of innumerable contests of the same kind with
aunt and other boys. Having readjusted our disordered habiliments, we
left the grounds, and took a long quiet walk in the fields; the good
doctor inculcating admirable advice to me, whom he considered an
innocent tyro in love’s ways. Nevertheless, all he taught me only
strengthened my high opinion of the wisdom of dear Mrs. Benson, and the
adorable Frankland, whose opinion of what was likely to happen to me at
the rectory had been so quickly realised. We returned in time to dress
for dinner. The evening passed as the previous ones. I was conducted to
my room, and left alone to recruit my forces by a quiet night’s rest. I
may here incidentally mention that it was a rule of uncle and aunt, very
rarely departed from, to send their favourites to their lonely couches