The Romance of Lust: A classic Victorian erotic novel
over back, and gave her a good fuck, getting in from behind. She yielded
with a good grace, notwithstanding her protestations that it was not for
that she had come, as if it had been for anything else! Oh! woman,
woman! how thou seekest to deceive, even when gaining the very object
thou hast in view.
Harry told me they had peeped in and seen what we were at but he was not
so ready as me, and had not been able to go and do likewise.
We loitered all too long, and did not get back to school until after ten
o’clock. The doctor sternly ordered us to attend him in his sanctum at
twelve o’clock. We knew what that meant—a good flogging, and then the
doctor enjoying the account of our successes. At twelve o’clock we
entered the doctor’s room, who followed us immediately after. He scolded
us sternly for being late, and said he meant to flog us both well for
our idleness and, he had no doubt, debauchery. We knew immediately that
he meant to lay on. From time to time he was fond of really seriously
flogging someone and we now saw that such was his present intention,
although we also knew it would end in an orgie, after we had excited him
sufficiently by recounting the details of the fucking which he no doubt
felt certain had taken place. He made us all strip, and choosing to take
Harry first he made me the horse to flog him on. When all was ready, he
began by some real sharp cuts on Harry’s backside, and then commenced
his remarks.
“So, young gentleman, you have been seducing your cousin, have
you?”—whack—whack—whack—“and then making that the excuse for neglecting
your school.” Whack, whack, whack. “I thought I had formerly whipped out
all idea about fucking your cousin.” Whack, whack, whack.
Poor Harry writhed in real pain.
“Oh, sir, I’ll never do it again without your leave.”
“My leave indeed!” Whack, whack, whack.
The doctor now laid on for some time most unmercifully until the
revolution of pain turned to lubricity, and Harry’s cock began to stand,
rapping fiercely at my bottom as he writhed under the sharp infliction
of the rod. Upon seeing the expected effect, the doctor relaxed his
severity, and changing the rod to his other hand, afterwards only
tickled the bottom to keep up the excitement. Taking hold of the
standing prick, he said—
“So this is the article that has been doing all the mischief.”
He frigged it a little, stooped and gave it a suck.
“Ah, yes, I find it still tastes of cunt, and smells the true odour of
it; so you have been at it this morning again. Let me hear how it
happened.”
Here Harry was let go. The doctor seated himself, Harry stood before
him, while the doctor in delight, handled his stiff-standing pego.
“Now, let me hear.”
“Well, sir, when Charlie occupied mamma—”
“Oh, that is it, is it?” cried the doctor, “we shall have all that out
of him, by and by, go on.”
“I slipped into Ellen. She made some difficulty for fear mamma should
catch us; but I took her and showed her through the key hole, how she
was having Charlie into her. Ellen was astonished at Charlie’s immense
size, and seeing how easily and delightedly mamma accommodated him, she
thought that my smaller size could not hurt her, and she let me do it.
But I made her scream and bleed when I got in far enough to reach her
maidenhead. She tried to shake me off, but I was too firmly seated for
that, and I fucked her then, and again before I withdrew. I laved her
cunt and applied some glycerine, and this morning did it again without
hurting her any more. And she liked it so much that afterwards she would
kiss and suck it, and made me spend in her mouth, and then got me up
again for a final go.”
“Upon my honour, a very pretty affair,” cried the doctor. “Now suck my
prick, as she sucked yours.”
This Harry did, till the doctor was rampant. He then made him cease, but
ordered me to mount on Harry’s back. I knew I should catch it sharp, as
the doctor was just excited enough to wish to be more so. And preciously
he gave it me—interpolating questions as to how I had accomplished my
wicked ends. I told him it was his own advice to me to let her see my
prick, which I did, and the bait took. Whack—whack—whack.
“And did you act this innocent sin?”
“Oh, yes! do spare me, sir, and don’t lay on so hard.”
Whack—whack—whack.
“Spare you, indeed! and how did she fuck?”
“Oh, most splendidly, sir.”
Whack—whack—whack.
“How often did you do it?”
“I hardly know, sir; we were at it all night, and again this morning.”
“Did she suck your prick?”
“Oh, yes, sir.”
Whack—whack—whack.
“What did she think of it?”
“She said it was the finest she had ever seen, and that I must keep it
for her only.”
“Well, that will do, now suck my prick, as she did yours.”
He was soon excited up to the top of his bent. He made Harry take the
rod, and belabour his backside, and I had to stoop over the table, while
he fucked and frigged me, repeating all the time the account we had
given him of our fucking. After he spent, he dismissed us, having gained
his object. Shortly before our Christmas holidays commenced, dear Mrs.
Dale informed me, while sleeping with her one Saturday night, that she
found from the stoppage of certain things, she was in the family-way by
this sad rogue of a fellow, taking my large though at the moment soft
and inert instrument into her caressing hand.
“Oh, my darling mamma, is it so indeed?”
My prick rose to bursting point at the very idea, and in an instant I
was on her, and we ran a most delicious course, in which both died away
in rapturous insensibility. Being thus cooled, mamma began to discuss
the probabilities, and what ought to be done, if it should turn out as
she feared. She explained to me that as yet she could not speak with
certainty, but remembering the fainting on the first night, and the
cessation of her monthlies, the nature of which she explained to me,
little dreaming that I was perfectly _au fait_ of the whole matter, she
had every reason to dread that her fears where too well founded. This
would make it necessary for her to go abroad, when she would be so far
advanced as to be likely to draw observation. But she said it would not
do to distress ourselves about that until we were more certain of the
event. However, the very idea nerved me to renewed efforts, and again,
and again, we rushed into all the ecstasies of passion in every form and
way, especially did I gamahuche and suck up her precious balm, and in
like manner she, too, sucked me until exhausted nature laid us both in
the lap of Morpheus. We renewed our delightful pastimes when morning
light awoke us after our refreshing slumbers. Several times during the
Sunday we adjourned to mamma’s bedroom for the same purpose, and again
had a glorious night of it before separating on the Monday morning. The
following Sunday, after another Saturday night of bliss, we all went
over to church, which heavy rain had prevented on the previous week, and
after service went to the rectory for luncheon. Here, in course of
conversation, Mrs. Dale mentioned that business would require her
presence in London for some days, and that she proposed starting on the
following Thursday, which was the day after our breaking up for the
holidays. She said also that she would take her son with her to London.
The doctor here observed that he, too, must go to London, to see a
gentleman who had some idea of sending his son to the rectory, and if
Mrs. Dale could defer the departure until Saturday, it would be very
agreeable to him to be her companion on the journey. This was readily
acceded to, and my dear aunt, who guessed to what this tended, and who
had herself taken a great fancy to Ellen, and longed to embrace her
young charms and gamahuche her, chimed in with a proposal that as the
dear girl would thus be left quite alone, she would be most happy if she
would accept her invitation to occupy the bedroom that opened out of her
own room during Mrs. Dale’s absence. The latter, who little dreamt of my
connection with her dear niece, and thought that the protection of my
aunt would be a safeguard to her, jumped at the invitation, and
expressed her gratification and thanks for so kind a consideration on my
aunt’s part. I have not alluded to Harry all this time, but of course,
whenever his mother and I were occupied in amorous alliance, he was
equally engaged in the same delicious pastime with Ellen. And, I may
add, that once or twice I had seized a favourable opportunity of
gratifying the little lecherous creature with what she called a feast of
my noble prick. She, of course, was delighted at my aunt’s proposition
as she at once foresaw how she would have me all to herself for more
than a week. A single glance from her explained all this; and when, on
leaving, she found an opportunity of taking my hand, her pressure of it
was most eloquent. So all parties were delighted, for Harry, when we got
together alone said—“By Jove, Charlie, I am so jolly glad; I’ll bet you
anything I’ll fuck my mother before I come back. You know how I long to
be in the delicious cunt that bore me; the moment I heard she meant to
take me with her, my cock stood ready to burst.”
My uncle, too, who also longed to fuck Mrs. Dale, had his intentions in
that direction favoured by the arrangement concluded. The following
night, when I was in bed with aunt and him, in the interval of a
charming little orgie, and after fucking me while I was in aunt’s
bottom, and for the moment he could do no more, the conversation turned
on the coming journey. He expressed the pleasure he felt at the
opportunity it gave him of indulging in a long desired object. The
lecherous old fellow also alluded to a future opportunity it would give
him of enjoying the younger charms of the niece.
“Of course, you and my dear wife between you will break her in to allow
of any action on my part; and, by the way, my dear, I would suggest that
you should surprise Charlie in the act, and tear them asunder in
pretended rage—that Charlie should seize you, and say he would make you
by force a participator in the act, on the pretence of shutting you up
for finding fault: you must break from his arms, and fly to your own
bed, he must catch you as you try to enter it, and push his great big
cock into you, on which you must cry for help, and call upon Ellen to
come to your succour; she will come, but I do not judge her right, if
she will not rather assist Charlie, by holding you, than otherwise. You
must afterwards appear much offended; but it may be safely left to the
influence of Charlie’s great prick to reconcile you to the incest, then
relaxing, as if gained over by it, you can join in their sports.”
Thus this admirable man, with his great knowledge of the world and sex,
gave us excellent advice, which, as I shall state in the sequel, we
followed pretty exactly. Meanwhile aunt, excited by expectation, had
taken my prick in her mouth, and sucked it into firmness, then mounting
upon me, she began such an exciting action, wriggling her magnificent
backside, that it fired my uncle anew. Finding his prick stood
sufficiently stiff, he knelt between my legs, and greatly to the
satisfaction of my darling aunt, gave her the double pleasure of two
pricks fucking her at the same time, one before and the other behind.
My guardian had desired that I should continue with my uncle during the
holidays, and I was to leave him altogether at the end of the next half.
I did not know his object at the time, but I found that he himself went
down to my mother, and stayed for a fortnight, paying great attention to
Miss Frankland. He announced his wish that my sisters should go to a
first-rate finishing school in London in the summer, and seeing Miss
Frankland look somewhat disappointed, he sought an interview with her,