The Romance of Lust: A classic Victorian erotic novel
The closing bout of the night was the Count into aunt’s arse, my prick
into the Frankland’s arse, Harry enjoying an old-fashioned fuck with his
mother, and Ellen under aunt to dildo and be gamahuched and dildoed by
aunt. We drew this bout out to an interminable length, and lay for
nearly half an hour in the annihilation of the delicious after-joys. At
last we rose, purified, and then restoring our exhausted frames with
Champagne, embraced and sought well-earned sleep in our separate
chambers.
I slept the sleep of the just, and awoke late to find aunt sucking my
stiff-standing prick at the very instant it was filling her mouth with a
deluge of creamy spunk. She sucked up to the get all out, and in doing
so brought him up to the scratch again, so jumping out of my low bed I
made her kneel on it, stick out her enormous arse, and licked her
reeking cunt until I could stand it no longer. Then bringing my huge
prick I plunged in a single vigorous thrust up to the very top of her
cunt, and made her squeal and spend with that alone. Pausing to let her
enjoy it, I recommenced and ran a delicious course in that most
exquisite cunt, and would have done so a second time, after a pause of
ecstasy, if Harry Dale had not rushed into the room to say that all were
impatiently awaiting me to sit down to breakfast. Aunt just stayed to
give a final suck to my prick, and then vanished.
I hastened to wash and dress, having sent Harry off to beg they would
not wait for me.
On joining them the sly jokes they cut at my apparent laziness proved
that they knew of the cause of detention. I looked at dear aunt, and at
once saw by the air of gratification on her dear plump face, that she
herself had been boasting of her exploit, for it was all her own doing.
Being Sunday, we all went decorously to church. The doctor gave us a
very unctuous sermon on the goodness of virtue and chastity. It was a
really fine sermon, and delivered with an unction that forbade the
possibility of supposing that the preacher could be in reality the very
reverse of his doctrine. It much pleased some of the country families,
and one or two with their wives waited for the doctor leaving the
church, to compliment him on his eloquence and admirable teaching. The
flattered doctor ended by inviting two rather distant residents to
luncheon at the Rectory, so that we formed a numerous party, all on our
best behaviour. It was quite edifying to hear the pious and virtuous
remarks of the admirable Frankland, and the no less virtuous and correct
Dale. It gained them the entree into the exclusive set of both these
high country families, and eventually led to an excellent marriage for
the dear little Ellen. So much for the success of dissimulation. Vice
playing the part of virtue, and succeeding to perfection. So goes the
world. One thing is certain, that on this occasion it enforced chastity,
in one sense at least, that we had no opportunity of practising vice
that afternoon. The charming Frankland-Nixon made a great impression on
the wives as well as husbands, to be sure it was well known that she was
a very wealthy widow, and they may have had some design of securing her
for a son, nephew, or at least having the chance at it. She thanked them
with that grace and charming ease of manner which so distinguished her
and made her so captivating, excusing herself from visiting, during the
first year of her widowhood, anywhere but among family friends, and as
her late husband was Charles Roberts’s and his sisters’ guardian, she
considered his family as almost her own. They hoped to have the pleasure
of seeing her some future day.
The whole visit passed off very pleasantly, and left us only an hour for
a stroll in the garden and time to dress for dinner. It will be
recollected that the doctor was a great exacter of full evening dress at
dinner, as tending to keep up proper appearances.
We met at the accustomed hour at night in aunt’s room, in the full dress
of Adam and Eve before they munched the apple.
This night was dedicated chiefly to sacrifices to Venus Apostrophia, for
the doctor commenced by having the Count while he was fucking his wife,
and when able to get his fine old cock in for another go, would only
again have it in my arse, while I was doing the same to aunt’s glorious
immensity with the Count below fucking her.
That was the end of poor uncle’s powers for that night, but he
gamahuched all the women at the finish of their encounters with us three
men. We gave them all the _double jouissance_, while those unoccupied
carried on their own little game with tongue or dildo.
It was again a night of most exquisite enjoyment.
The following and remaining nights of our visit brought into requisition
the rod before uncle could get his dear old prick to stand, and myself
tailed off on the next Sunday night, the last of our visit, so that
uncle seeing what he called the laziness of my prick, seized the rod,
and gave me as sound a flogging as ever he had done in my schoolboy
days. The fact was that he had been longing to renew on my arse his
letch for giving a really severe whipping. He had already by dint of the
same punishment fucked the arses of the Count and the divine Frankland,
and was now so excited anew that his prick stood as stiff as ever it
did; and my red excoriated arse excited and renewed his very fine prick;
but first I insisted upon moving to aunt’s arse, who at the moment was
having a last fuck from the Count, and this incestuous group closed our
orgies on this occasion, for we left for town the next day.
After breakfast in the morning I slipt into the Dale’s room, and had a
parting fuck both with her and Ellen. Harry came in while we were at
work, Ellen under the Dale gamahuching her, and I above administering a
rear adieu. Harry stopped us for a moment until he could withdraw Ellen
and take her place, that he might have a parting fuck with his loved
mother, who thus had the two pricks she most loved in the world into her
together. We drew our pleasure out to the utmost length our lust would
allow of and spent in the most ecstatic joy that poor human nature could
support.
Aunt had gone to the Count’s bedroom at the very time we were meeting in
Mrs. Dale’s. Notwithstanding which, her insatiable cunt made her draw me
into her sanctum downstairs for a final fuck at the last moment of our
parting.
Harry Dale staying behind to pass a week at home with his mother, the
adorable Frankland, the Count and I returned to town together. On the
journey up we agreed to dine at Very’s in Regent Street, and have a
comparatively quiet night all together at my chambers, which we did,
luxuriating in having the glorious naked body of the delicious Frankland
between us. After we had each bedewed both her front and rear orifices
with our life’s balmy essence, we slept soundly till morning, when we
renewed our double offerings on those glorious and delicious altars,
then breakfasted.
This was the last occasion but one of our having the Count, whose time
for departure to his own country was drawing near.
He left that day on a visit to a family in Scotland, whose son and heir
was really the fruit of his loins.
On his return some fortnight later we again passed a night with our
exquisite friend the Frankland, and being both fresh from the country,
we administered so many delicious coups to both apertures as quite
contented her salacious love of prick. We parted next day with our loved
friend the Count, but not for the last time, as I shall relate in its
proper place—a delightful visit we paid to him in his old ancestral
castle, and an after-rencontre with him and his sister in Turin.
I saw my loved Frankland to her home and left town myself the same
afternoon for my home in the country, to arrange for various repairs and
alterations required on the property.
I took my dear friend MacCallum with me. We spent a pleasant ten days,
varied with a visit first from one of my sisters and then from the
other, for two nights each, and jolly nights we spent fucking in every
way.
Mary’s belly was up, but she declared it only made fucking more
delicious than ever to her, still more with the _double jouissance_, in
which she preferred the smaller prick of MacCallum to mine in her arse.
When Eliza came she stayed a third night, and taxed our powers to the
utmost; she was such a glutton for fuck on this occasion, declaring that
her husband’s want of power, as well as tact, left her more lewd after
his fucking her than she was before, so that she had been forced by the
excess of her unsatisfied lust produced by her husband to have recourse
to the fine prick of her footman, a powerful young fellow, otherwise
very plain, and not likely to inspire jealousy to any husband, but with
whom she rarely could do more than get a rack-off in a hurry, which was
far from satisfaction sufficient for her hot passions. It was this that
made her revel with such insatiable desires in the possession of our
almost untiring pricks. Differing from Mary in her love of rear-fucking,
it was my big prick she loved best to have in her arse, while
MacCallum’s lesser shaft satisfied her less exacting cunt. She was
certainly one of the lewdest creatures ever made, wildly lascivious and
full of variety. She had the most engaging ways with her, and could
raise a prick from the dead. She was a worthy pupil of the Frankland,
and had all the love and longing for prick, and cunt too, that our
deliciously insatiable aunt was so famous for. She grew older, and
becoming one of the most desirable women, I never tired of fucking her
in both orifices whenever the opportunity presented itself.
I returned to town just in time to have a parting orgy with the Count
and the Frankland in my chambers, which I before said was a night of the
wildest orgies.
MacCallum was called to the country by the illness of some of his
family, and was absent for six months, so I was left with Harry to have
occasional orgies together with the Frankland three times a week, and
with the Nichols and Ann or Jane once a week by way of variety, but as
they only came for a morning visit, these were not exhausting
encounters, so that we lay comparatively in fallow, till the return of
the Benson and Egerton, when they and the lovely Frankland taxed us to
the utmost twice or thrice a week.
Thus time progressed. The Frankland had been a widow for nearly two
years when she proposed to travel for two or three years without
returning in the interval to England. She wished me to accompany her,
and made a most surprising and unexpected proposition to me.
She said, “Charlie, my own darling, I love you more dearly than ever. It
is true I am considerably older than you, but you are now twenty-five
years of age, and, therefore, a full grown man. I wish to endow you with
all my great wealth, and I offer you my hand in marriage. Do not suppose
I want to monopolize this dear prick.” (We were in bed naked, and had
just concluded a most exquisite fuck.) “No, with our love of variety we
will still seek it out, but as husband and wife we can do so with
perfect ease and safety; whereas if not married and travelling together
we should be compromised at every city we stop at. What say you, my
darling Charlie?” Here she threw herself on my bosom with loving eyes
upraised to mine.
“Say, beloved of my soul! Why, look how the very idea has raised my
prick to instant life. If anything in the world could delight me more
than another it is your generous noble offer. To dedicate my life to the
woman I love more than any other is a joy greater than I can express. I
thank you from my soul, adorable creature as you are. Oh! come to my
arms as my future wife and let us revel in the glorious idea.”