The Romance of Lust: A classic Victorian erotic novel
stooped down, but could only get the head and a small portion of the
upper part of the shaft into his mouth. His lips closed beneath the
gland in the most exquisite manner. I begged him to grasp the lower part
of the shaft with one hand, and to thrust a finger of the other up my
bottom-hole, which I had already lubricated by spitting on my fingers
and conveying the saliva in the desired direction. He obeyed with the
docility of an apt apprentice—and thus working in unison, quickly
brought on the ecstatic crisis. I seized his head in my hands, and, at
the final discharge thrust it down on my delighted prick, as I poured
out a perfect torrent of sperm, nearly choking the poor youth with the
length of prick I thrust into his mouth. He was obliged to withdraw for
an instant to take breath, but I was pleased to see that he instantly
resumed his delicious sucking of my prick, which he continued to do
until it gradually shrunk up to very diminished proportions. I then drew
him upon me, and we had another sweet embrace of lips and tongues, and
then, side by side, we held a long converse on erotic matters. He told
me all the tale of his affair with his cousin, and, although I was
already well acquainted with it, I was glad to draw all the particulars
from himself. I had seen the note his mother wrote to the doctor. The
minuteness and undisguised description she had therein given struck me
as very strange, and I augured that she herself must be a lewd and
lecherous person, to have done more than merely hint at the affair,
instead of dwelling, doubtless in erotic delight, on such details. So I
pumped him as to what sort of woman his mamma was. His description
showed that she was a fine, full grown woman, old, in his opinion, but
in reality in the prime of life, between thirty-five and forty. He had
not scanned her proportions with any erotic thought and did not seem to
attach the idea of the woman to her—only that of the mother. But I drew
out of him that she was broad in the shoulders, full in the bosom, with
a small waist, small feet, and small hands, a very fine head of hair,
and fine eyes—evidently a desirable woman. Already I had set my
imagination in play, and began to hope I might some day work my way into
her favour. It will be found how well I succeeded, as these true
memories will describe when I arrive at the period of my success with
her. For the present I had advanced the erotic education of the dear
youth considerably, and thus prepared him for further initiation at the
hands of the doctor and his glorious and magnificent _cara sposa_, who
had already determined to enjoy his first fruits in cunny land. We had a
similar enjoyment, carried somewhat further the next morning, in which
we practised more fully the frigging of the bottom, and discussed the
pleasure it produced. I was gradually leading him on. That morning I
purposely arranged that we should be late in entering the schoolroom.
The doctor sternly reprimanded us, and told us we must attend him in his
private room after twelve o’clock. Poor Dale turned pale as he heard
this, dreading the punishment to come of which his experience was so
recent and so severe.
At twelve we, apparently ruefully, entered the doctor’s _sanctum
sanctorum_. He had preceded us by some few minutes, and had already
donned his long dressing-gown, by which I was certain that he had at the
same time doffed his pantaloons.
“Now then, boys, you must prepare for your punishment, I cannot allow
this evidently wilful inattention. Off with your clothes except your
shirts and stockings.”
We hesitatingly stripped; poor Harry Dale weeping at the thought of the
dreaded punishment. I deemed it prudent also to draw a long face. The
doctor spread a towel over his sofa, saying we had such naughty cocks
that we were constantly dirtying his sofa. He then desired us to kneel
on it with our heads down, and our tails well up. He then rolled up our
shirts, and tucked them in above the small of our backs, in doing which
he indulged in various lascivious touchings, which excited us as well as
himself, and all our three cocks were at full stand. Harry Dale turned
his head to gaze at mine, and could not resist putting his hand upon it,
and gently pressing its large stiff shaft. Young Dale’s smaller, but
very beautiful member, which was daily developing itself in a striking
manner, also excited me, and I reciprocated his caresses.
“This will never do,” said the doctor, “I must flog this evil spirit out
of you.”
He threw off his dressing-gown to be more at his ease, he said, and
taking rod in hand, applied it gently in turns to each of our projecting
bottoms. It was not for punishment but for excitement that he operated
upon us. He quickly threw our bottoms all in a glow, and our excitement
became intense, and we wriggled our bums in evident delight. This was
the point the doctor wished to attain, that he might arrive at his
desired object, which was the possession of young Dale’s bottom-hole.
“Stop, stop, my dear boys, I see you are at your naughty tricks again,
but there must be no spending yet; get up. We must all strip to the
buff, and I shall show you how they used to flog me when I was at
school. Stand up, Charles.”
I did so, and the doctor for an instant handled, in evident delight, my
huge stiff-standing pego, drawing young Dale’s attention to its much
larger dimensions than his own.
“Now, lean half forward on the sofa. Dale, put your arms round his
waist, and stow away this charming rampant little fellow between the
cheeks of Charles’ buttocks. Charles, do you spit on your hand, and
moisten between the cheeks, and then press with your hand his throbbing
young prick against the cleft.”
I did as directed. Young Dale felt so deliciously sheathed that he
thrust his cock well forward.
“Now,” said the doctor, “you are properly horsed, as we used to say, and
now, for a little more flogging of these fine hard, rosy mounts,” and he
lasciviously caressed them before applying the rod.
Whack—whack—whack—fell the strokes, sufficiently sharply to make Master
Dale wince and wriggle his bottom to and fro. Quickly the exciting
pleasure overcame all pain, and his lust rising, he thrust furiously in
the artificial channel he was operating in. I now shortened the grasp of
my hand on his shaft, and pressing it somewhat upwards, raising my
buttocks at the same time, I directed it so fairly upon the aperture
that at the next push it entered fully two inches within; then again
favouring his return stroke, he completely sheathed himself up to the
meeting of his belly against my buttocks. I gave him a pressure which
had an instant effect, and he began to thrust fast and furiously,
evidently enjoying it to the utmost. I let him feel the full enjoyment
of his new quarters, only telling him to lay hold of my cock and frig
me; and then I cried out to the doctor—
“Flog him well, sir, he has thrust his cock into my bottom-hole.”
This was the very thing the doctor most wished for. So he continued his
flogging only to such an extent as to still more inflame the lust of the
now lecherously excited boy, who shortly brought on the final crisis and
died away in delight as he shot his first tribute within the divine
temple of Priapus. At the moment of the crisis coming on, the doctor had
ceased his flogging and wetting two fingers gradually introduced them
into the bottom-hole of young Dale, and frigged him in unison with his
movements into me, so that the ecstasy was almost more than the poor boy
could bear. He lay almost inanimate on my back, but his still throbbing
half-standing cock responded to the inward pressures I was exercising
upon it. The doctor had ceased his flogging to admit and caress the
well-formed posterior of the charming boy. Becoming greatly excited, he
drew him off me, and closely embraced him, but professing at the same
time to be greatly shocked; his prick, meanwhile, gloriously stiff,
pressed hard against young Dale’s belly. The doctor then relaxing his
hold, young Dale gazed, with pleased enjoyment, on the size and
stiffness of the doctor’s cock, and, by an impulse of passion, took it
in hand, knelt before him, and put it into his mouth, and sucked it
lasciviously. The doctor placed his hands on Dale’s head, and pressed it
down for a minute or two, and then begged the dear youth to rise, as he
did not yet wish to spend—thanking him for the exquisite pleasure he had
given him.
“Now,” said he, “it is your turn to flog, so Charlie, you must be horsed
upon me, and Harry Dale shall take a first lesson in the art of flogging
upon your posteriors.”
The pose was arranged as before. My formidable weapon was placed between
the cheeks of the doctor’s fine fat backside. His hand pressed my cock
as I had done to Dale’s. Dale took the rod in hand, and at the very
first cut made me wince, for the young rogue laid on with a will. The
doctor had applied a good quantity of saliva to the end of my prick, and
thrusting out his buttocks, he quickly guided it into the longing
orifice, in which I vigorously sheathed myself to the utmost extent. I
seized his cock and squeezed it gently, but he begged me not to make him
spend, but to enjoy myself to the utmost, crying out, at the same time
to young Dale—
“Flog him well, Harry, for he has thrust his great tool up my
bottom-hole; it is wonderful how it ever could get in.”
Indeed so little could young Dale believe in the possibility of such a
thing that he stopped flogging to assure himself of the fact, by both
touch and sight. I drew my prick out and in that he might be perfectly
satisfied of the truth, and the doctor wriggled his backside to and fro
to show what pleasure it gave him. Of course, all this was preliminary
to the grand attack he meant afterwards to make on the virgin aperture
in young Dale’s bottom. After Harry had assured himself of the fact, he
pitched into my poor bottom with redoubled vigour, which, though it
greatly excited me at the moment, made my poor bum smart for days
afterwards. I quickly sent a torrent of sperm far into the entrails of
the doctor, to his great delight, but he tenaciously avoided spending
lest his powers should fail to overcome the natural obstacle of a virgin
bottom-hole, especially in one so young as Dale. Consequently, after
retaining me for some few moments in the delightful pressures of the
internal folds, he allowed me to withdraw, all reeking with my own
sperm. It was now the doctor’s turn to be flogged by me, while he was
horsed on Harry’s loins. As Harry had already found out what pleasure a
bottom-hole gave to the plugger of it, and had also seen how the doctor
seemed to enjoy, and so easily engulphed, the much larger weapon I
possessed, he had no idea there could be any pain accompanying it, and
consequently he lent himself entirely to every direction that was given
him. He placed himself in the easiest position, stuck his bottom well
out, stretching wide the channel between the orbs, and exposing a
charming little rosy aperture most tempting to the sight; indeed, the
doctor instantly knelt to pay his devotions to it, devouring it with
kisses, and thrusting his lecherous tongue within its tight little
folds, taking the opportunity to thoroughly lubricate it with his
spittle. This preliminary, followed by a little frigging with his middle
finger, which produced nothing but pleasurable sensations in the dear
youth, completely captivated him. The doctor wisely informed him that
the first attack was sure to be somewhat painful, but that if he felt it
so, he was not to draw away his body, but simply to complain, and the
doctor would instantly remain quiet without withdrawing, and he would
then find that the strange sensation would rapidly pass off, and allow a