The Romance of Lust: A classic Victorian erotic novel
already in a foam of spendings, which I first licked up. Then sucking
her tiny clitoris, stiffly projecting slightly out, I thrust my middle
finger up her cunt, and by the wriggling of her backside, saw how much
she enjoyed it. Introducing a second finger to moisten it, I withdrew
both, and, turning my hand sideways, made each finger enter a separate
aperture. She was already nearly in the grand crisis; it came upon her
before I was ready. She poured a greater discharge into my mouth than I
thought the young thing could have spent. It took her breath away, and
she released her suction of my prick for a minute. But on my begging her
to continue sucking, she did so with increased energy, and I poured out
a torrent of sperm that shot down her throat and nearly choked her, but
the dear girl never let go for all that, and sucked away until not only
was there not a drop left, but by her delicious titillations she had
brought my prick up to its utmost vigour again. I, too, had reawakened
her passions. She wanted to renew the sport in this way again, but I
begged her to allow me to rub the head of my prick up and down between
the well-moistened lips of her cunt, and then to spend with the point,
or at most the head, within it. She asked if she could trust me to stop
if it hurt her.
“Of course, my darling,” I said, “nothing shall be done, or rather
everything shall cease the moment you tell me to stop.”
Half afraid, yet wishing to try, she changed her position to a kneeling
one. I canted her petticoats well over her back, and first kissing and
handling her hard and plump buttocks, which promised a future
perfection, I stooped and again licked her charming pouting cunt with
all its budding fair young curls. Then applying my surcharged mouthful
of saliva to my already well-moistened prick, I lubricated it completely
from point to root, and then applied it to the half-opened lips. Rubbing
it up and down here, and over the clitoris, I excited her to the
greatest pitch.
“Oh! Charlie dear,” she cried, “try if its head will go in now, and I
will try to bear it.”
I was only too glad of the permission, and very rapidly got it in over
the nut, but it was very tight. I drew it half out again, and then, on
repeating this five or six times, found I was imperceptibly gaining
ground.
“Oh! dear Charles, it is delicious! Try on, gently.”
I did so, and had got rather more than half way in when she went off in
an agony of delight, deliciously pouring her warm liquid over my
enchanted prick, giving, at the same time, such a push backwards, which,
meeting a firm, though gentle forward movement on my part, joined with
the natural relaxation following her discharge, drove me up to the hilt
in the very tightest little cunt it has ever been my good fortune to
sheath myself in. I seemed to fill every cranny, and to have stretched
every part to its utmost distention. My aunt with her great cunt had a
power of pressure that seemed almost to nip off your prick, Miss
Frankland, too, was great in that way. But this was more like a very
well made first-rate kid glove, two sizes too small for your fingers,
yet giving way without bursting, and fitting every irregularity of the
nail or finger; just so her little cunt fitted my prick exactly like a
glove, and it was truly most ecstatic. A gentle withdrawing, and then as
gentle resheathing, so excited me that I shot a torrent of sperm up into
her very womb. She gave quite a cry of ecstasy, and I could feel the
tight sheath exercising a running movement along the whole length of my
prick, and still more tightly closing all round it—if that were
possible. It was so exquisitely delicious that both of us were almost
instantly in readiness for another course.
She asked if I was all in.
“Oh, yes, my dear, do you think you could have taken any more?”
“Oh, no, it appears to fill me to bursting, and to be up to my very
heart. I could not have supported more, but could hardly believe I had
it all, as I did not think it possible, and was afraid there was more to
come.”
“Did it give you any pleasure?”
“Oh, yes; and does so still—push on, dear Charlie, and don’t spare me,
it is heavenly.”
She wriggled and heaved her backside. I seized her by each hip and
favoured her side movements by, as it were, drawing her off and on;
faster and faster we moved, until at last the crisis seized us both
together. Her head sank with a deep sigh, or rather cry of ecstasy. She
would have fallen forward on her belly, but that my grip of her hips
held her bottom close up to my belly, with my prick thrust into the
innermost end of her cunt, until I felt the three points of the opening
of her womb, like the nailless ends of three fingers grasping, as it
were, the very point of my prick, and opening themselves to receive the
whole discharge of my sperm within its innermost recesses. Nothing could
be more delicious, and as I held her fast, I was myself in a state of
perfect ecstasy. At last addressing some endearing expressions, and
getting no reply, I found that the dear girl had quite fainted away, and
was insensible in every respect except in the continued convulsive
throbs of her delicious tight cunt. However, finding that she did not
recover her senses, I gently withdrew my still stiff prick. Very little
sperm followed the withdrawal. I wiped her cunt dry with my
handkerchief, and was glad to see there was no blood stains. I laid her
gently down on her back, ran to a little stream, and taking two handfuls
of water, came back, threw some on the still throbbing cunt, and
sprinkled her face with the drops that still adhered to my palms. This
had the desired effect; she opened her eyes, raised herself on her
bottom, and threw her arms round my neck as I knelt by her side. Telling
me I had made her taste of the joys of heaven, she kissed me, and then
burst into a hysterical flood of tears. I comforted her as best I could
and asked why she wept.
“I don’t know, dear Charles, but the last time made me feel both sick
and faint just after you had given me such ecstasy as I never dreamt was
possible. I believe I then fainted, and even now, I don’t know why but I
feel quite hysterical.”
I kissed her tenderly, begged her to rise and come to the spring, where
she could drink and said if she sat down on her feet I would bathe and
cool her dear little cunt, which would probably put all to rights. She
did so, and was quickly quite restored to herself again. She said she
supposed it was my enormous size.
“But it did not hurt me, dear Charles, it only gave me too much
pleasure; but you will do it to me another time whenever we have any
opportunity, will you not, dear Charlie?”
I assured her I should always be too glad to do so, but that we must
neither let her aunt nor Harry know of our proceedings. This being
arranged, and she having quite recovered from the pallor her fainting
fit had caused, we resumed our course homeward, and so hurried on that
Harry, who had come to meet us found us getting over the stile of the
last field, and was even disappointed that we had got so far, for we
were now in sight of the cottage. He had hoped to find us much further
back, and that I might have favoured his having a go at his cousin
before reaching home. Ellen squeezed my arm. I said it was just as well
as it was, for any imprudence might have awakened his mother’s
suspicions, and prevented a night of pleasure, which would be far better
than any uncomfortable field affair.
When we arrived at home, mamma thought that Ellen looked fatigued, and
advised her to go and lie down on her bed, and take an hour’s siesta.
She told us boys we had better do the same, as she had some private
matters to attend to. Harry and I saw immediately what was meant, and we
betook ourselves to our respective rooms, I to expect mamma, who did not
fail to come, and Harry to watch her, and then made the most of the
opportunity with his cousin. I quickly undressed, and when mamma came I
found she had divested herself of stays and undergarments; so when she
undid her gown, and let fall her shift, she stood in all the naked glory
of her beautiful form. I flew to embrace her most lovingly. Both our
hands wandered and being both in full heat, we were at it in a moment
fast and furious. I drove on, admirably seconded by dear mamma, and we
quickly both gave down at the same instant a most delicious libation on
the altar of Venus, and then died away in all the after-enjoyment. We
lay for nearly a quarter of an hour soaking in the delicious bliss of
satisfied desire. Mamma, on coming to her senses, kissed me most
tenderly, and declared she had never believed it possible that she could
have had such exquisite delight.
“But then, my dear Charles, I never dreamt that any man, let alone a boy
like you, could be so magnificently hung. Oh, it is also such joy to me
to think I have first taught you the real joys of coition, and tasted
the first sweets of that most glorious weapon. My dear Charlie, I must
contemplate its beauties in this full light; withdraw the dear fellow
and turn on your back.”
I did so. She rose, and turning in the reverse position, brought her
lovely foaming cunt right down on my mouth. I sucked up all the
delicious foam oozing from the aperture. Then drawing into my mouth her
half-stiffened clitoris, which was then pendant like a little boy’s
cock, I soon sucked it into its utmost rigidity, frigging her rich
pouting cunt with two fingers, the while. She, on her part, was not
idle, first playing with my prick, covering and uncovering its head,
which soon made it stand up in all of its glory. She was profuse and
loud in its praises. Then getting too excited for mere admiration, she
took it in her mouth and sucked it, and manipulated it with one hand,
fingering my codpiece with the other. I then found her fingers were
feeling and tickling my bottom-hole. She took her mouth from off my
prick, and paused a moment; then again applied her finger to my
fundament, and made it gently penetrate as far as it would go. The
previous pause had evidently been for the purpose of moistening her
finger with her saliva that it might slip in easily. I was delighted to
find that she had come to this, but pretending ignorance, I stopped my
proceedings to ask her what she was doing to my bottom, which could give
me such exquisite delight.
“It is my finger, my dear Charles, my late husband was always delighted
with my doing this, and used also to add greatly to my pleasure by doing
the same to me.”
“Shall I do so to you, dear mamma?”
“Oh, yes, my darling boy; moisten your finger first and then do it in my
bottom-hole, as you have been doing it in my cunt.”
“But I think I can do both at the same time, they are so close
together.”
“You are a delightful darling; do so, and it will be double pleasure to
me.”
So I immediately commenced to postillion her to her and my extreme
gratification. We soon spent with the utmost delight, and both swallowed
all we could get, continuing our suctions until the passions of both
were again excited. I now declared I must fuck her again in the kneeling
position, in which she had before given me such exquisite pleasure. As
she drew a little higher up, I flung my arms round her fine backside,
and glued my lips to her bottom-hole, and thrust my tongue in and out.
“Oh, Charles, dear, what are you doing? Oh! how delightful.”
And she wriggled her backside over my mouth in a most voluptuous and
lascivious way.
“Oh, rise my darling, and fuck me; you have made me so very lewd.”
I drew myself up on my knees behind her, and was into her with wild
ferocity that made her cry out with joy as she felt the mighty
instrument rush within her. I stooped and frigged her clitoris at her