The Romance of Lust: A classic Victorian erotic novel
of Mrs. Vincent and your two sisters, or I should otherwise probably
have bungled the matter, although my experience with your magnificent
aunt had naturally put me up to all the art of fucking. I had some
difficulty in persuading Ellen to let me put it in again, as she
declared she had endured perfect agony when I broke through her
maidenhead. However, I gamahuched her well, got her passions up,
moistened the shaft well, and was very gentle in entering and in my
first movements. I spent without making her do so. But the well-greased
sheath now allowing more easy movements, she gave down her nature with
considerable pleasure as I spent the second time. Still there was fear
and restraint—fear lest mamma might come back—so I thought it advisable
to retire to my own room, being quite certain that now the road is open
her lascivious nature will not be long in enabling her to enjoy the
sport to the utmost. By the way, she could not help wondering how mamma
could take in your immense pego; why, she said, it was as thick as her
wrist and much longer than her hand, and yet it seemed to slip into
mamma with ease and pleasure, ‘while yours, dear Harry, which is not
thicker than my two forefingers, and hardly much longer, has given me
such pain.’ I assured her it was only for the first night, and that if
she would bathe it with warm water two or three times during the day,
and put up a little glycerine as far as where it hurt, which her finger
could easily reach, she would find that tomorrow night there would no
longer be any pain felt, and she would enjoy it as much as she had seen
mamma do. With this advice I left her to her repose, and gained my own
room unobserved.”
After this we concerted together as to what we should say to the doctor,
who was sure to question us. Mrs. Dale’s cottage was not in our parish,
but she had driven over to our church, partly to throw off all suspicion
from the doctor’s mind, and also to thank him for allowing us to stay
with her.
We, therefore, knew that we should have to go to the rectory and stay
for luncheon. We agreed that we should not on this occasion take the
doctor into our confidence, but that we should tell him we had purposely
been very quiet and discreet, so as to throw Harry’s mother off her
guard. That Ellen slept with her, so that it became doubly necessary to
gain her confidence. This being arranged before we reached church, we
entered. After service we all adjourned to the rectory. The doctor
escorted Mrs. Dale, Harry, Ellen, and I my aunt. Aunt, pressing my arm,
asked me if I had had Mrs. D., as she seemed a fine woman worth having.
“Oh, dear no. I have had no opportunity, even if she would have
consented. I have been playing the ingenuous youth to help Harry with
his cousin. I thought we had somewhat thrown her off her guard, but she
was still jealous and watched him closely. Ellen slept with her, which
rendered things more difficult for Harry. She has closely examined me as
to the sort of intimacy existing between us. I threw such an air of
candour and innocence over my replies that she was quite delighted Harry
had met with such a companion. I fully expect she will break out in
praises of my _modest_ and discreet conduct.”
Indeed, so it turned out, and Mrs. Dale did it with such an air of
candour that aunt was quite convinced nothing as yet had occurred
between us. While the ladies discussed the dresses and bonnets of all
who had appeared in church, uncle took Harry and me for a walk in the
garden until luncheon was ready. Here he began, as aunt had done, to
question us as to our proceedings, and the reason for Mrs. D. asking
permission for us to stay. The same replies that had satisfied aunt
satisfied him that nothing as yet had taken place beyond my gaining the
confidence of Mrs. D.
“My dear Charlie,” said uncle, “you have only now to manage somehow or
other to let her see your great big cock without apparently your being
aware of it, and I will warrant, from my knowledge of woman’s nature,
that she will find a way to have you, only mind you play the innocent,
and be very awkward, and let her appear to teach you, which will give
double pleasure and prevent any questioning as to how you have gained
your instruction, if she thought you instructed.”
I smiled inwardly at these sage directions, and thought how completely
all persons knowing in the ways of the world gave the same advice. But
little did uncle then think that I had acted up to the very letter what
he was advising for my future conduct. We re-entered the house on
luncheon bell ringing. Mrs. Dale complimented the doctor on the advance
her son had made both in manners and instruction, and quite naturally
congratulated herself on his finding so very modest and gentlemanly a
companion in the doctor’s nephew—myself to wit.
Returning home, Ellen begged she might be allowed to walk, doubtless
calculating on having Harry for a companion. But mamma, while agreeing
to her request, was still sufficiently on her guard to take Harry in the
phaeton, and leave me to escort Ellen. Here was a chance! Ellen blushed,
but took my arm as we left the rectory. Uncle gave me a knowing look,
and a glance at Ellen, as we parted, as much as to say, I guess what
will happen. We walked away steadily enough until the first hedge hid
us. I stopped, and embraced Ellen tenderly, saying how glad I was to be
able to congratulate her on the happy chance her aunt had given her, by
coming to me for the night. She was a good deal confused at thinking
that I should know how she passed the night. I rallied her upon this,
told her that no secret existed between Harry and me, and that, in fact,
if I had not lent myself to the game, she would not have had the
opportunity for the great pleasure she must have had in Harry’s arms. I
knew she had not had much, but I wished to draw her on, and to make her
open out as to her feelings, being determined to make the most of any
confidence on her part. She replied that, indeed, she had done nothing
but suffer, and would not have allowed Harry to do what he did if she
had known the pain it would give her, she had been deceived by seeing
how much aunt had seemed to enjoy what was so greatly superior in size
to what Harry had. I smiled at her allusion to the size of my pego, and
knowing that her curiosity must be creating in her a desire to see it, I
told her it was well for her, in the first instance, to have had the
smaller weapon to penetrate her, and that now she would never again
suffer, even by the introduction of so large a one as mine.
“Oh, but when I think of the immense size of yours, I could never dare
to allow you to try, although aunt did seem to enjoy it, when you pushed
it in with such force.”
“My dear Ellen, it was the size alone that tempted mamma, and if I had
not been larger than Harry, I doubt if ever she would have come to me at
night.”
“But how could she dare to do so?”
“Curiosity to enjoy an unusually large cock, my dear.”
“Did you know she was coming?”
“Yes, and no. I saw that her passions were excited, when I had once
_accidentally_ allowed her to see my large proportions.”
“Yes, Harry told me what you were about, but I hardly expected aunt
would have dared to come to you—how did it happen?”
“Well, if you will promise _never_ to let your aunt know that I have
told, I shall tell you. She came and found me _apparently_ asleep, first
felt me, and seeing I did not awake, carefully uncovered me, looked at,
handled and kissed it, upon which, as my cock was nearly bursting, and I
could stand it no longer, I awoke, and innocently complained of the
stiffness I suffered from in that part, and begged her to tell me if
there was any means of relieving it. She told me there was, but it was a
great secret she hardly dared trust me with—and even if she could do so,
she was afraid of a great long thing like _that_, three of her hands
long below the head! but that if I promised secrecy, she would try. Then
she lay down and taught me how to put it in, and I know you afterwards
enjoyed the sight of our being in full action, quite naked—did you not
enjoy it, dear Ellen?”
“Well, dear Charlie, it was very exciting, and made me feel queer all
over; but is it really three hands and a head long?”
I was delighted at the question, as it showed me she was ready for what
I intended should be done. Curiosity once excited was sure to go to the
utmost length, if it had the opportunity. I had purposely been hurrying
on to gain a dense copse through which our path lay, and I knew there
was a snug glade, where we would be in perfect security. It was the
dinner hour of the peasantry, and no one else was likely to come that
way. Just as we entered the copse, she had put her last question. I told
her I would show her, if she would step a few yards beyond the foot
path. She objected, for form’s sake saying—
“What would Harry say?”
“There is no occasion for him to know anything about it, but even if he
did, has he not himself shown you mamma and me in full enjoyment of her
sweet charms; but, unless you tell him you may be sure I never shall, it
will not take a minute, and as we have already walked very fast, we have
plenty of time, and our absence will not be observed.”
With professed reluctance she allowed me to lead her where I wished.
Having arrived at the favourable spot, I sat down on a gentle slope, and
begged her to sit down beside me. As you may well suppose, my prick was
rampant, and almost bursting open my trousers, so that as soon as I
unbuttoned, out it flew in all its splendour. She gave a half scream of
surprise as she gazed upon its large proportions, and declared it looked
larger than when she had seen it with aunt. Her face flushed, and her
eyes sparkled as she gazed, but she seemed half frightened to touch it.
I took her hand and placed it on it. She immediately grasped it
convulsively, but sighed deeply. I had lain back on the grass that it
might stand out boldly before her and I told her to try if it was not
three hands and a head long. She immediately passed one hand over the
other from the root, and said it was really monstrous, and she wondered
how aunt could have got it into her.
“Oh, my darling, I hope some day you will find that you can take it all
in with the utmost delight, but I should not think of trying until you
have had some more practice with Harry.”
Meanwhile she was handling it with great excitement, and while saying
she was sure I could never succeed with her, she was evidently longing
to be able to take it in. I saw I must work her up more—so I said—
“Dear Ellen, you know what pleasure it gave you and Harry to play with
each other with your mouths, it is now your turn to let me see your dear
little thing—and then you must lie over me reversed, so that we may
enjoy ourselves with tongues and mouths.”
She let me at once pull up her petticoats, but said she feared that even
for that she was still too sore from Harry’s work last night. I asked if
she had bathed it in warm water and put glycerine up. “Oh, yes.”
At first it smarted, but before going to church, she had done it three
times, and no longer felt any pain, but still was afraid of my finger
going up. I was introducing it at the moment. It passed in its full
length without hurting her.
“Now, pull up your petticoats well, and lie down on me, while I do the
same with this charming little cunt; my tongue can only give it the
utmost pleasure.”
She herself was now so much excited that she was ready enough to comply
with my desires. She got upon me, her petticoats well canted over her
back. She glued her lips to my prick, and sucked and frigged it with an
energy that proved how highly her passions were fired. Her cunt was