The Romance of Lust: A classic Victorian erotic novel
buttocks, at last brought him up to full stand. He wanted to put it into
me when ready, but aunt said that as flogger she had herself become
greatly excited, and must have it herself.
“While this dear prick,” throwing herself on it, and sucking it, “shall
fuck me at the same time.”
I was quite ready, and she straddled across me, and guided my now
longing prick into her luscious cunt. She soon stopped, and we tongued
each other while the doctor was mounting to the assault on her delicious
bottom-hole. As soon as he was housed, we began another charming course,
in which aunt, as usual, spent frequently before our less lecherous
natures were ready to join in one general and exquisite discharge. We
went off in furies of delighted lust, and then sank exhausted in the
delicious after-sensation. We long lay in the sweet inanition and luxury
of satiated lust. At last we disconnected ourselves, rose, and laved
each other with cold water, more as a restorative than as a
purification. Aunt and I had two bouts after—one in front and one
behind. The doctor would not allow a fresh application of the birch, as
he said it would only produce so great an exhaustion as would require
days to restore. I retired after this, but ever afterwards the doctor
was regularly birched before he could even copulate once. Sometimes he
required to flog my aunt’s glorious bum to excite his fading powers,
declaring that it was almost as exciting as being flogged. He even gave
it me gently, although I hardly ever required it, but I professed my
surprise at its efficiency.
The holidays were at an end, but I was as yet the only boarder. There
were, however, some twenty or thirty youths from the neighbourhood, who
were day scholars at the doctor’s school. Among these the doctor had his
pick in the flogging way, but he never allowed them to know anything of
our other proceedings, or to imagine that the birching which took place
was otherwise than as a punishment for faults or inattention. However, I
was generally the chosen companion of these whippings, in which I acted
as horse, or holder of the boy to be flogged. Of course I took good care
to expose as much as possible their lovely cocks, as well as their plump
bottoms, and as this excited me as well as the doctor, it often ended,
after the culprit was dismissed, in my flogging the doctor, followed by
a mutual rack off in each other’s bottoms.
There was one fine, plump, girlish-looking youth, named Dale, who was
here for the first half. He had not as yet been brought up for
punishment, although the doctor had confided to me the letch he had
taken to flog his fine fat bottom. One day, Master Dale brought a sealed
note from his widowed mother, who lived about a mile from the village,
in a charming cottage ornee. The doctor read the note. By chance I was
looking at him, and saw a smile of joy light up his features.
“Come here, Master Dale,” said he in a mild and gentle voice, “your
mother tells me that you have behaved in a most shameful manner to your
pretty young cousin, who is residing with your mamma.”
Master Dale blushed scarlet, for he was not aware until now that anyone
had been a witness to the scene that had taken place between him and his
pretty cousin.
This was what had passed. The cousin, a lovely girl of fifteen, was in a
secluded spot in the garden, near an arbour, the preceding afternoon.
She was bending down, tying up a flower close to the ground, which made
her stoop to such a degree that she could only reach it with ease by
having her legs wide apart. Her back was towards the walk by which young
Dale was advancing. As he approached unheard by her, he could not fail
to see peeping out between the stretched open expanse of snowy drawers
the inner part of her well-rounded globes of dimpled ivory. Her shift
had somehow worked upwards, and revealed all the charms of her delicate
young bum and plump white thighs. The sight inflamed the youth beyond
measure. He crept up noiselessly quite close to her, and, stooping down
until his head was below the level of her raised petticoat, he feasted
his eyes for some time with the lovely prospect before him, her little
virgin rosebud slit, its pink and pouting lips, plump little mount
already delicately shaded with a curly foliage that promised soon to be
much more dense, together with the swell of her lovely young thighs and
calves. All this was quite unsuspected by the object of his admiration,
who was absorbed in her garden operations. At length, however, the
excited youth could not resist the temptation of applying his soft warm
hand to the parts he was admiring, which made Miss scream slightly—she
thinking it was some insect up her petticoats—exclaiming—
“Oh, dear! oh, dear!”
But turning her head round, she discovered the delinquent.
“Forgive me, Ellen dear, but really you exposed so very pretty a sight
while stooping that upon my word I could not help it.”
Now girls are curious as well as boys, perhaps more so; and if the truth
must be told, Miss had for some time past longed for an opportunity to
become better acquainted with things in general, and, therefore, thought
here was a chance not to be thrown away. So, after some little show of
resistance on her part, for decency’s sake, it was agreed between them
that he should have a good look at _hers_, if he would afterwards show
her _his_. Miss Ellen had never seen a male “diddle,” as she and her
young playfellows called it, not even that of a boy, and she was all
excitement and expectation to feel with her own hand the “funny thing,”
for so a communicative servant-maid had described it, who at the same
time had fully explained the theory of its use, which made Miss long to
obtain some practical knowledge also. So to the arbour they both
adjourned. Miss Ellen first lay back upon the seat, while the young
rogue unfastened her drawers, and pulling them down, feasted his eyes
with a full view of her virgin charms as long as he pleased, for Miss
Ellen was a lecherous little maid, who really felt a precocious pleasure
in being thus exposed to the close observation and admiration of one of
the opposite sex, although for form’s sake she covered her blushing face
with her delicate little hands. He touched _it_, pressed _it_, rubbed
_it_ with his finger. Her thighs trembled and opened. Taught by nature,
he imprinted a burning kiss on the lovely little quim before him. She
sighed, and mechanically put her hand on his head and pressed it closer
to her naked skin. Guided by his feelings, he indulged in movements of
his lips and pressures which speedily excited the amorous little maid to
such an extent as to make her give down with a deep and trembling sigh
the first tribute of her virgin cunt. Feeling the warm liquid oozing
from the pouting orifice on his closely pressed lips, he could not help
tasting it with his tongue. This reawakened very quickly the
sensibilities of the lecherous little thing, and awoke her to the desire
to practise a like pleasure with his cock. So reminding him of his
promise, she made him stand up before her, while she undid his trousers
with her fairy fingers, all trembling with excitement, and drew out his
stiff affair, which already gave promise of a very respectable future,
now swollen to a size it had never before known. Delighted at the sight
of so bewitching a plaything, she made him lie down as she had done, and
kneeling beside him, with cheeks glowing with excitement, she closely
examined every part of the rampant little member. Strange to say, no
hand, hardly even its owner’s, had as yet invaded its virgin precincts,
and it had not yet had its ruby head fully uncovered, although he was
upwards of fifteen. The delight caused by the touch of her warm hand
pressing and encircling his stiffened cock was most exquisite. She was
not long, however, before she became curious to see what could possibly
be underneath the skin that covered its rounded head. In her toying she
sought to draw the skin back over the head, a slight cry of pain from
him caused her to stop. But when, be she young or be she old, is a
woman’s curiosity to be baulked. She had managed to draw it back a short
way, and now it suddenly occurred to her that by the help of a little
moisture her object might be accomplished without hurting the dear
fellow. By an impulse of passion she stooped and took the rosy head into
her delicious little mouth, closing her coral lips around it, and
lubricating it with her tongue, to the intense gratification of the
youth, who involuntarily wriggled his body about voluptuously, and could
not help raising it up to her mouth. This movement, combined with the
pressure of the lips, perfectly succeeded, without further pain, in
completely unhooding the charming little cock she was so deliciously
embracing in the soft folds of her lips. She lifted up her head to see
the result. The tight foreskin had closed below the nut, and left the
now fiery red head bursting with excitement, and visibly throbbing with
intensity of passion. Her joy and delight at this full revelation of the
“funny thing,” as she continued to call it, now knew no bounds. She
drove him nearly frantic with her ardent caresses—she again drew the
covering over the vermilion head, and still finding that it did not
easily return again, she thrust her head down upon it, and with lips,
mouth, and tongue began again her attempt to unhood it. Poor Dale was
brought up to the wildest state of excitement, his hands involuntarily
pressed down her head, his body rose to meet it, and at that ravishing
instant the grand crisis seized him, and, with a cry of delight, he shot
forth his first tribute to Venus within the delicious mouth in which he
was enclosed. The ecstatic gush poured down the throat of the dear girl,
and she gulped it all down by the mere effort to avoid choking. Poor
Dale’s hands fell down insensibly from her head, which she instantly
withdrew, and gazed on the youth. To her great surprise she beheld the
so lately rampant weapon drooping its head and withdrawing within its
shell, while some few drops of a milky white creamy like liquid were
slowly oozing from the small orifice of its head. While she gazed it
reduced itself to a mere shadow of its former state, and the foreskin
slowly covered again the so lately fiery and bursting head. She was lost
in wonder, and was about to express her surprise at the strangeness of
the whole affair, but they now became aware that footsteps were
approaching. Fortunately for them, as they thought, the noise of the
gravel underfoot was distinguishable at such a distance that they had
time to arrange their clothes, and when Dale’s mother appeared at the
arbour, she found them, on entering, quietly seated and talking
together; and thanks to the youth’s discharge in his cousin’s sweet
mouth, without any tell-tale flushings of his face. Little did they
suspect she had already seen all.
This then was Master Dale’s misconduct, and this it was that had been
fully and minutely detailed in the note sent by this mother to the
doctor, with a request that he should punish him well in whatever way he
should think proper. The note further begged to know the terms for his
becoming a boarder with the doctor, as she could no longer have him
residing in her house with her orphan niece, whose guardian she was. You
may easily imagine the double delight of the doctor. Another boarder, a
point of some consequence to him after a previous scandal which,
although hushed up, had deprived him of house pupils; and now with two,
he foresaw a quick return to his full number; and then his delight at
having to flog young Dale, and the erotic pleasure of drawing from him
the exciting description of their young loves and voluptuous actions.