The Romance of Lust: A classic Victorian erotic novel
projecting fully on both sides. She was fairly good looking, but with a
singular innocent manner of freedom about her that made me imagine she
had as yet had no chance of a “misfortune.” In a week we became
intimate, and after often praising her pretty face and figure, I
snatched a kiss now and then, which at first she resented with an
attractive yet innocent sort of sauciness. It was in her struggles on
these occasions that I became aware of the firm and hard bosom and
bottom.
Up to this time my flirtations were without ulterior object, but the
reality of the attractions of these hidden charms raised my lustful
passions. I gradually increased my flatteries and caresses, squeezed her
bubbies, when I sometimes drew her on my knee and was kissing her, and
as at first she resisted my drawing her to my knee, I took occasion to
lay hold of her buttocks, which I found more developed than I could have
supposed. Gradually her resistance to these little liberties ceased and
she would quietly sit on my knee and return the kiss I gave. Her dress
was a little open in front, so from feeling her bubbies outside, I
gradually got to feeling their naked beauties inside. I now thought I
could attempt greater familiarities, so one day when seated on my knee
with one arm round her waist, I pressed her to my lips, and while so
engaged, whipt my free arm up her petticoats, and before she had become
aware of the movement, had got my hand upon her mount, a very nicely
haired one. She started up to a standing position, but as I held her
close clasped round the waist she could not get away, and her new
position enabled me the easier to get my hand between her thighs and
thus to feel her charming pouting little cunt. I began attempting to
frig her clitoris, but stooping she drew her cunt away, and looking at
me with a droll innocent expression of alarm, and with a perfect
unconsciousness of the import of her words, cried,—“Oh! take care what
you are at. You don’t know how a lodger this last summer suffered for
seizing me in that way and hurting me very much. I screamed out, aunt
came up, and, do you know, he had £50 to pay for his impudence.”
I could not but smile at the extraordinary innocence of the girl.
“But I do not hurt you, dear Jane,” said I, “and don’t mean to do so.”
“That was what he said, but he went on in a most horrible way, and not
only hurt me very much, but made me bleed.”
“It would not be with his hand, you see I only gently press this soft
hairy little thing. I am sure that don’t hurt you.”
“Oh, no! if that was all I should not mind it, it was when he pushed me
on the sofa, and pressed upon me, that he hurt me terribly, and you must
take care what you are about, or you, too, will have to pay £50.”
There was a curious air of innocence in all this; it was evident to me
the fellow had got into her, and broken her hymen with violence, and
then her screams had prevented his finishing his work. Her manner
convinced me that she was really not aware of the consequences, or
rather had not as yet really had her sexual passions aroused.
“Well, my dear Jane, I neither intend to hurt you or make myself liable
to pay £50, but you will not refuse me the pleasure of feeling this nice
little hairy nest, you see how gentle I am.”
“Well, if you will do me no more hurt than that I shan’t refuse you,
because you are a nice kind young gentleman, and very different from the
other rough fellow, who never chattered with me and made me laugh as you
do—but you must not push your fingers up there, it was something he
pushed up there that hurt me so.”
I withdrew my finger, and as, at my request, she had opened her thighs a
little, I felt and caressed her very nice little cunt, and with a finger
pressed externally above her clitoris, I could see that she flushed and
shivered on feeling me there. However, I did no more than gently press
and feel all her hairy mount and fat pouting cunt; she said I must let
her go, or her aunt would be coming up.
The first step was now gained. Gradually I progressed further and
further; felt her charming bare arse as she stood before me, got her to
let me see the beautiful curls she had got on her cunt, then came to
kissing it, until at last she opened her thighs and let me tongue it, to
her most exquisite delight. I made her spend for the first time in her
life, and soon she came to me for it. I had gradually introduced a
finger up her cunt while licking her clitoris and exciting her so much
that she was unconscious of my doing it; then two fingers, and after she
had spent deliriously, I made them perform an imitation of a throb,
which made her jump and ask what I was doing. I asked if she did not
feel that my fingers were inside of her sweet Fanny.
“You don’t say so. It was there I was so hurt.”
“But I do not hurt you, dear Jane?”
“Oh, dear no, it makes me feel queer, but it is very nice.”
“Well, now you know that I have two fingers inside, I will use my tongue
again against your charming little clitoris, and work the fingers in and
out.”
I did so, and she soon spent in an agony of delight, pressing my head
down hard on her cunt, and crying—“Oh! oh! it is too great a pleasure!”
and then died off, half insensible. Another time I repeated this she
told me not to forget to use my fingers. Having made her spend twice I
took her on my knee, and told her that I possessed an instrument that
would give her far more pleasure than tongue or finger.
“Indeed?” said she, “where is it? I should so like to see it.”
“You won’t tell.”
“Oh, no!”
So pulling out my stiff-standing prick, she stared in amazement. She had
really never seen a prick, although it was evidently a prick that had
deflowered her, for with my fingers I had explored her cunt, and found
no hymen there. I put her hand upon it, she involuntarily grasped it
firmly.
“This enormous thing could never get into my body, look, it is thicker
than all your fingers put together, and only two fingers feel so tight.”
“Yes, darling, but this dear little thing stretches, and was made to
receive this big thing.”
I was exciting her clitoris with my finger, she grew evidently
lasciviously inclined, so saying, “Just let me try, and if it hurts you
I will stop; you know I am always gentle with you.”
“So you are, my dear fellow, but take care not to hurt me.” She lay down
on the bed, as I desired, with feet up and knees laid open. I spat on my
prick, and wetted the knob and upper shaft well, then bringing it to her
cunt, well moistened by my saliva in gamahuching her, I held open the
lips with the fingers of my left hand, and half buried its knob before
getting to the real entrance.
“Don’t flinch, dearest, I shall not hurt.” And I got it well over the
knob, and buried it one inch further.
“Stop!” she cried, “it seems as if it would burst me open, it so
stretches me.”
“But it does not hurt you, dearest?” I had immediately stopped before
asking the question.
“No not exactly, but I feel as if something was in my throat.”
“Rest a little, and that will go off.” I slipped a finger down on her
clitoris, and as I frigged it she grew more and more excited, giving
delicious cunt pressures on my prick, it gradually made its way by the
gentle pushing I continued to make without other movements. It was more
than half in when she spent, this not only lubricated the interior, but
the inner muscles relaxing, a gentle shove forward housed it to the
hilt, and then I lay quiet until she recovered from the half fainting
state her last discharge had produced; soon the increased pressures of
the inner folds showed that her passions were awakening afresh. She
opened her eyes and, looking lovingly, said I had given her great
pleasure, but she felt as if something enormous was stretching her
inside to the utmost. Had I got it all in?
“Yes, dearest, and now it will be able to give you greater pleasure than
before.” I began a slow withdrawal and return, frigging her clitoris at
the same time, for I was standing between her legs. She soon grew wild
with excitement, nature prompting her, her arse rose and fell almost as
well as if she was mistress of the art. The novel combination of prick
and finger quickly brought on the ecstatic crisis. I, too, was wild with
lust, and we spent together, ending in an annihilation of all our senses
by the extreme ecstasy of the final overpowering crisis. We lay panting
for some time in all the after-joys. Dear Jane begged me to give her
some water, as she felt quite faint. I withdrew, still almost in a
standing state, got her some water, helped her up, seated her on the
sofa and kissed her lovingly as I thanked her for the exquisite joy she
had given me. She threw her arms round my neck, and with tears in her
eyes told me I had taught her the joys of heaven, and she should always
love me, and I must always love her, for now she could not live without
me. I kissed and dried her eyes, and told her we should in future enjoy
it even more when she got accustomed to it.
“Let me see the dear thing that gave me such pleasure.”
I pulled it out, but it was no longer at the stand; and this surprised
her. I explained the necessity of its being so, but said she would
quickly see it rise and swell to the former size if she continued to
handle it so nicely. It rose almost before I could say as much. She
fondled it, and even stooped and kissed its ruby head. We should quickly
have got to another bout of fucking if the ringing of the call bell had
not brought us to a sense of its imprudence; so after arranging her hair
and dress, she hastily descended with some of the breakfast things.
Of course, so good a beginning led to constant renewals and Jane quickly
became extremely amorous, and under my instruction a first-rate fucker.
As all my dear friends were not in London, I was fortunate in having
such a _bonne bouche_ to comfort me. My sisters passed every Sunday with
me, and both got some good fucking out of me in every way, without
raising any suspicions in the house.
A month after I had taken up my residence at Mrs. Nichols’s, Jane’s
sister arrived. She was a much finer woman than Jane, broad shouldered,
wide-spread bosom, which, in after-days, I found had not suffered by her
“misfortune,” but then she had not suckled it. Her hips were widely
projected, and she was grand and magnificent in her arse. Naturally of a
very hot temperament, when once she had tasted the magnificent weapon I
was possessed of, she grew most lasciviously lustful, and was one of the
best fuckers I ever met with. Her power of nip almost equalled by
beloved aunt’s. Jane was fair, Ann was dark, with black locks and black
hairy cunt—a very long cunt, with a small tight hole in it, and above it
a wide-spread projecting mount, splendidly furnished with hair. Her
clitoris was hard and thick, but with little projection. She also became
madly fond of arse-fucking, and particularly liked me to spend therein.
This was partly to prevent any consequences leading to a second
“misfortune.”
On her first arrival Jane was much afraid she would discover our
connection and we took every precaution, although I, in my heart, wished
this might occur, for as she occasionally waited on me, I grew lecherous
upon one whose charms, even covered, excited me greatly. I always
flattered and praised her magnificence of figure whenever she came alone
to me, but as Jane generally was running in and out, I did not attempt
further action. One morning I overheard Mrs. Nichols tell Jane to put on
her bonnet and go to Oxford Street on some errand; I knew thus that Ann
would attend on me, and there would be no chance of interruption from
Jane, so I determined to come at once to the point. We had become on