The Romance of Lust: A classic Victorian erotic novel
ecstatic ending in which they had great difficulty in suppressing
exclamations of the delight afforded.
I had followed the lead given, the delicious big arsed De Grandvit had,
like her husband, a long previous wish to be so fucked, and from
practice of that divine coition had no difficulty in taking in with vast
pleasure my bigger prick.
We both ran two exquisite courses in their delicious arseholes, and
then separated that all might see the grand finale of the four sodomites
each in the arse before him, and the fourth front man into the immense
and magnificent arse of the old bawd. This ended their exhibition.
I should add that all in turn had either fucked or buggered the old bawd
to her infinite gratification both in person and nurse for she claimed
afterwards and received a good additional douceur for the extra sight of
her own fine body, naked and in double action.
When they were dressed she got out the liqueur bottle and gave them all
a dram and a biscuit. We, too, partook of our champagne and biscuits
while discussing the charms of the scenes just witnessed.
My darling wife chimed in with the remark of how much more the middle
man had seemed to enjoy it than the two outsiders.
I added a remark that I had heard that such a position was the _ne plus
ultra_ of delight.
“Then why should we not try it?” said the glorious De Grandvit.
“I quite agree with you,” said the husband.
“Who shall begin?” I thought, as the idea of trying it was first
suggested by his wife, she ought to have her own idea first realised in
her magnificent person. I would fuck her while he went into her arse.
This was immediately adopted. I lay down on my back, the delicious De
Grandvit mounted on me, rose and fell, and spent before she stooped on
my belly and presented her splendid arse to her impatient husband, who
for some minutes knelt prick in hand behind her. With gentle care and
well-moistened prick he got housed at last in his wife’s delicious
arsehole, and then slowly at first, but more energetically afterwards,
we ran a most exquisite course.
As no one was now in the adjoining chamber, no restraint was put upon
our lascivious exclamations. The De Grandvit was in such a delirium of
ecstasy that she screamed again and died away in absolute annihilation
of all sense but that of the utmost satisfied lust.
My darling wife had straddled across us and been gamahuched deliciously
by De Grandvit while _enculant_ his wife. We next changed the venue; he
fucked my wife while I plunged into her glorious arse; the De Grandvit
straddled across the others, was gamahuched by me as her husband had
gamahuched my wife. This course, too, was run in an ecstasy of enjoyment
to all concerned, and ended our orgy on that occasion. We arranged our
dresses, finished our champagne, called up the old bawd, satisfied her
demands, and thanked her for the exciting scene she had procured us. On
asking her, she admitted that the other peeping rooms had been occupied
by couples, and that one elderly gentleman had had two of her page boys
to operate and be operated upon while the scene before him excited him
to the necessary extent to take a part in it himself. He had just left,
having stayed to listen to our proceedings and had told her the two
gentlemen had in consequence of the scene witnessed initiated the women
into the _double jouissance_, and the excitement of listening and
hearing had enabled him once more to get into the handsomest boy, and
have the other in him.
She hinted that we ought to come again, and have the boys in, for she
said the gentlemen, that is ourselves, would find an immense additional
pleasure in letting the boys penetrate their bottoms while they were
into their ladies in both apertures.
We laughed, and said we should consider her offer, but for the present
we were fucked out.
We did not forget the bawd’s proposal of having a boy to fuck us while
_enculant_ the dear women. A hint to my darling wife brought this out at
our next meeting. After the dear creatures had both enjoyed the _double
jouissance_, my wife said to Madame De Grandvit—
“We are really quite selfish, here are our two loved husbands giving us
the unutterable joys of the double junction, and yet not enjoying it
themselves. You remember how the old woman at No. 60 spoke of the
raptures the addition of her boys would be to the bottoms of our
husbands while administering the double coition to us. Why should they
not try the same on themselves, and give us the delight of seeing them
in all the ecstasies their double embrace confers upon us? We know how
they delight in being postillioned, which shows how much they would like
the real thing if they dared avow it. It is for us to break down the
barriers of prejudice and false shame. Here, Charlie, let me dedicate
your bottom to the lust of our dear friend De Grandvit.”
My beloved wife was at the moment handling the prick of De Grandvit, and
whose full-standing stiffness showed he was ready to face any
difficulty.
I pretended a fear of its size being too great to allow of entrance into
that narrow path of bliss without great pain to the recipient.
“You can never know that till you try,” cried my darling wife.
In all this she was only acting a part prompted by myself, for I was
most anxious not only to have De Grandvit into my own arse, but was
longing to be into his great, coarse, hairy, corrugated deep-brown
arsehole. In this I differed greatly from our dear friend MacCallum, who
loved the delicate unfledged arseholes of youths, while to me it was
necessary to be the very reverse of the fair sex, whose arseholes in
general are of a delicate pink with puckered-up charming little
orifices, which, of course, have their charm; but when with men to me it
was twice as exciting to find them like my dear friend the Count’s,
quite contrary to those of the fair sex. Dark-brown, roughly corrugated,
and coarse hairs all round them were the arseholes that raised all my
lust, and made sodomy a delicious contrast to merely fucking the
arseholes of women; such an arsehole as I most loved to fuck was M. De
Grandvit’s.
I had suggested to my wife to tempt him with mine for the sole object of
getting into his. He bit at the bait, so I shoved my prick into his
wife’s arse, my wife conducted his prick into my delighted bottom. I
made some affected grimaces, but of course took him in with the greatest
ease. My darling wife had acted postillion to him, and had frigged his
wife with her other hand, so we ran a delicious course of the wildest
lust.
As we had already served out our wives too many fucks one trial was
sufficient for the moment. De Grandvit was in ecstasies at the delight I
had afforded him, especially as he appeared to be revenging the affront
I gave to him by being into his wife _in culo_.
My adored wife, with her happy art of handling and exciting a prick,
nonetheless willingly that she was getting it up to go into her own
hungry and delicious arsehole, soon brought De Grandvit to the necessary
stiffness.
I wanted no other stimulant than the expected satisfaction of a letch I
had long had to be into his fine, rough, hairy arsehole. As soon as he
was fairly hilted in my adored wife’s splendid bottom, his better half
took my prick in hand, put it into her mouth to suck and moisten it, and
then guided it into that narrow abode of bliss I so longed to possess.
It really was the first time De Grandvit’s arsehole had ever been
penetrated by a prick, although he had long wished for such an
experience; there was therefore some real grimacing, for mine was not a
prick of the ordinary dimensions, that might penetrate any arsehole, but
a prick of the biggest, so I was obliged to be very gentle and make
frequent halts.
My darling wife was obliged to exert all her delicious means of keeping
his fine prick in her arse at full stand by cunt pressures and her
delicate handling of his ballocks; at last I was fully engulphed, and
pausing until all strange feelings had subsided, a gentle movement and
my darling wife’s admirable seconding enabled us to end the course in
the wildest ecstasies of the most delicious delight, and to sink on the
broad back of my splendid wife, completely annihilated by the most
exquisite joys of satiated lust.
Once this delicious practice had been indulged in, you may be sure it
did not end with a single experience, but as thereafter the _bonne
bouche_ or finish of all our after-orgies.
My beloved wife, whose eye for a capable man was infallible, had
observed a genteel, tall, good-looking young German waiter in the hotel,
who looked superior to his place. He turned out to be the son of a
wealthy hotel proprietor at Frankfort, who had sent his son to Meurice’s
in a sort of apprenticeship, to learn how a large Parisian hotel was
managed. In such a situation they receive no wages and have even in
general to pay a premium for the privilege—this practice, which is
general with German innkeepers, accounts for the number of
genteel-looking waiters that are met with in the large hotels of great
capitals, and who are found to be of superior education and information
when spoken to in a friendly and familiar manner.
This was eminently the case with our friend Carl. My wife had taken
rather a fancy to him, not at first erotic, but observing that after she
had talked to him familiarly that he began to be very deferential to her
and with a certain manner that she, with the instinct of a woman, saw at
once arose from amorous admiration. Casting her eye downwards she
detected the effect produced in his trousers whenever she was kindly
civil to him. She increased her familiar conversation, which evidently
allayed any fear he might have had, and she could soon see by the
increased bulging out of his trousers, not only that he was growing more
lewd upon her, but that he was evidently very well furnished.
Learning that he was the son of a wealthy father, well educated, only
now placed in the position of a servant, in order to know, by obeying,
how to command, and also to gain the experience which large and
well-frequented hotels alone could teach how best to conduct his own
hotel hereafter.
She told me all about it, and thought he might be moulded to our
purposes. Even if not she had taken a caprice to him so that in any case
it would be a gratification to her to possess him.
So I lent myself to aid her by purposely absenting myself either at
breakfast or luncheon, under pretext of going to take one or the other
with bachelor friends.
As Carl was told off to especially attend upon us, and no other servant
ever came near unless rung for, my wife had easy opportunity, and with
her practised skill in seduction, had him into her on the second day.
He proved an admirable stallion; grew passionately lewd on the splendid
person of my wife, and became in fact cunt-struck upon her, probably the
strongest bond that can entangle a man. It becomes an infatuation that
makes him the slave of the cunt that has attracted him. There are few
men of hot temperament who have not experienced this overmastering
infatuation, and they know that even supposing the object becomes
perfectly unworthy, unfaithful, abusive, and with every vice indulged
openly before them, they may wince, they may thoroughly despise her, but
the chain holds them fast in adamantine bonds, which neither the
persuasion of friends nor their own knowledge of the perfect
unworthiness of the object can tear asunder.
Such became the fate of Carl, and my wife moulded him, with all her wily
skill, to our lascivious purposes. When once under her enchantment, I
made a run over to England on some urgent matters—purposely leaving the
field open—my wife completed her conquest, had had him in every way, had