The Romance of Lust: A classic Victorian erotic novel
postillioned him, and wormed out of him that at college he had indulged
in sodomitical practices with young students like himself; but knowing
how prejudicial it would be to him in his profession, he had weaned
himself from the habit with men, but dearly loved the _enculage_ with
women, and doubly adored my wife when he found her extraordinary and
exquisite talent in that way. She also, after much apparent hesitation,
in answer to his eager and continual questioning, omitted that her
husband was much addicted to worshipping her bottom, and had taught her
its divine use. She even cautioned him against any imprudence on my
return, for she said she had her suspicions that I had a letch for men,
and if I discovered their liaison, would be apt to avenge myself that
way.
“Oh, if he would still allow me to possess your enchanting person he
might make what use he pleased of me.”
This was the point aimed at from the beginning. My wife wrote to me, and
we arranged that I should announce my return for a certain morning, and
that she should have Carl to sleep with her the previous night.
I arrived in the middle of the night, walked into the room, found him in
bed, played the angry husband, swore I must have revenge, and that as he
had cuckolded me I must avenge the affront in being into his person.
He objected, for form’s sake, but said he would yield to anything if I
would not drive him away from the adorable Madame.
“That will depend upon the manner in which you satisfy my desires.”
“Oh, do what you like, dear sir, if only you will allow me to love
Madame.”
“We shall see, we shall see; let me look at your prick. Oh, a good size,
even when down. Let me see it at full stand.”
My wife here interfered, and said Carl was so good that she was sure he
would prove a satisfaction to me. She took his prick in hand, and with
her art of handling a prick, had it at full stand in a minute and asked
me if she could possibly have refused so handsome a prick as that. And,
indeed, it was a very fine one.
Carl was a very fair young man, with a most beautiful and satiny skin.
His prick was exquisitely white, and the blue veins showed themselves
coursing through in a most tempting way—it was seven and a half inches
long, by quite six in circumference, was thick up to the vermilion nut,
although gently diminishing from the roots, the glans was smaller than
the shaft close up to it; a hollow, like what you sometimes see in the
neck of a bottle, ran all round the edge of the nut, and thus made it a
head to the shaft. My wife declared that its shape gave her great
pleasure in both orifices. It certainly was a very attractive prick, and
now that it was at full stand I made him lie on his back on the bed,
took it in my mouth, sucked and frigged it until he spent in an agony of
delight.
I then made him turn over on his belly, that I might admire his
ivory-like buttocks, which I caressed and kissed in every way. My wife
slipping her hand under his belly soon recovered the stiffness of his
prick. I now desired him to kneel that I might be into his bottom.
His exquisitely white buttocks, marble-like in polish, hardness, and
coldness to the touch, were most attractive to women as well as to me.
While thus kneeling with head low, and the chink between the buttocks
well spread open, his exquisite small, pink, corrugated arsehole with
almost invisible fair, short ringlets around it was truly lovely and
exciting.
As a rule, I like to fuck a rough, hairy-arsed man, but I can all the
same appreciate the delight in such an exquisite arsehole as Carl
possessed. To me also it had the attraction of its first possession.
When thus first fully displayed to my delighted eye, I flung myself on
my knees, kissed and tongued the exquisite and delicious orifice, and
speedily got furiously lewd upon it; and rarely have I fucked an arse
more deliciously incentive to sodomy.
“Oh, poor fellow,” cried my wife, “you must let this fine object (his
prick) be housed in me first, and then he will less feel the
introduction of your large instrument.”
I immediately consented, on which he cried out in delight—
“Oh do what you like with me, as long as your adorable lady will permit
me to possess her.”
“Well,” said I, “see, her cunt is reeking with your spunk, so I will
first bathe my prick therein, to make it go easier into your arse.”
We took up kneeling positions. He filled the delighted cunt of my wife,
and presented his really beautiful arse to my raging lust. I humoured
the entrance a little, but once within over the nut, I plunged
recklessly forward, somewhat too roughly, for it made him wince, and he
would have escaped from me if he had not been doubly imprisoned. The
pause I gave him after being fully engulphed calmed the strange
sensation, and we gradually increased our movements until both died away
in excessive delight, especially to him, for it was his first experience
of _la double jouissance_, and it gave him such exquisite enjoyment that
he begged me not to withdraw, but to run a second course. My darling
wife thinking it would increase his lewdness if she changed his prick
from her cunt to the more divine orifice, withdrew it, and placed it in
the grove sacred to the secret rites of Priapus.
He enjoyed the ecstasies of paradise on this last occasion, and we all
fell on the bed completely overcome by the soul-killing joys of the
discharge, and lay soaking in all the after-pleasure for some time,
until my darling wife begged us to relieve her of our overpowering
weight. We rose and purified ourselves, and then I posed him standing
up, admiring the really fine proportions and beauty of his handsome fair
form. I sucked his prick until it stood, and then told him he must give
me the pleasures of the middle, which he was so highly praising as the
utmost exquisite enjoyment he had ever experienced.
My darling wife was delighted. She got on her knees. I entered her
delicious cunt in the first bout, and I quickly housed Carl’s prick in
my arse.
We ran an exquisite course, and then a second with only a change of my
prick to Florence’s arse instead of cunt. Carl was after this obliged to
leave us, as the morning was getting on.
I sent him away the happiest of men by telling him as long as he placed
his arse at my disposal, he should have my wife always at the same time.
Thus we had secured another fine prick to our general orgies. We told
the Grandvits of our fortunate _trouvaille_.
Monsieur made some difficulty about his being a servant, and the fear of
discovery of our orgies through his indiscretion; but hearing that he
was much superior to a servant he consented to his introduction.
After they had seen and admired him, they expressed their extreme
satisfaction at the result of his joining us—for both Madame and
Grandvit loved to have him into all their orifices. We could now fuck
both women at once, and the double pleasure could be given to either sex
without there being any outsider.
Every third night they slept in our hotel, and that night we never
ceased conjunctions in every variety, with pauses for refreshment,
purification, pleasant bawdy talk, fun, and frolic. For a month longer
this delicious existence lasted, and then it was time for us to proceed
southward. We parted from the Grandvits with much regret, but promised
to return in the spring and visit them at their country house. I may
here add that we did so, and enjoyed our visit to the utmost; and, in
the second year of our absence, they accompanied us into Germany, where
at last we left dear Carl. He had begged us to let him go as my valet
with us to Italy.
His intended stay in Paris was within a month of its termination; he
wrote to his father that the opportunity of travelling through Italy
under the offer we had made was too advantageous to be lost. His father
consented, and thus for eighteen months he was our constant companion
and participator in all our lascivious conjunctions.
Carl accompanied us to London on our first return home, and resided with
us for three months. I told the Benson and the Egerton of our good
fortune in discovering him, and the exquisite addition to our party of
us and the De Grandvits he had been.
They were instantly alive to the delight of possessing him.
I had continued the occupation of my chambers in the Temple, in which
Harry Dale still resided; it was there we erected our altar to the
Apostrophian Venus, and held our orgies.
Carl delighted our old friends, who were never tired of having him one
way or another, while Harry or I administered to the _double
jouissance_.
A new prick to a woman is like a fresh cunt to a man, and for the time
gives additional zest to the lust which rages in us. So it is with the
darling Benson and the lovely Egerton. They revelled in the possession
of Carl. They knew they could only have him but a short time, and they
made the most of him.
My beloved wife, with that kindly consideration for everyone which
distinguished her, quite abandoned Carl to these two dear insatiable
cunts, and contented herself with presiding over our orgies, dictating
new and exciting poses to our two friends, leaving Carl and me to their
embraces, and consoling herself with a fuck now and then from Harry
Dale, when we two were simply fucking each his dame. She told them, “I
can have Carl and Charlie whenever I like at home, so must leave them to
you for the three months that Carl can only give us.”
We met thrice a week. My wife used to drive to the dear creatures and
take them up, the husbands being much gratified at the affection shown
by my wife to them, and never having the slightest suspicion of the
object my wife had in taking them out. As to our own servants they knew
the chambers belonged to their master, and they knew we lunched there,
but they never imagined their mistress would take ladies to share in
their master’s embraces. So that we carried on our intrigue in perfect
safety and impunity.
It was a sad day when we left with Carl, who never again returned to
England. Our darling companions had become much attached to him, and
parted with close embraces, and with bitter tears bade him adieu.
We parted from him at Frankfort, where his father, retiring to a country
life, left him proprietor of a capital hotel, to which in after-years we
often resorted when going to and from the German spas, and always stayed
some days to renew the orgies we all so loved. His love for my adored
wife’s cunt endured for ten or twelve years, when an advantageous
marriage softened it, perhaps more through the jealousy of his wife who,
suspecting, caused us to desist from using his hotel. He had also got a
family of a boy and two girls growing up, which completely ended our
acquaintance.
To return to the time of our conducting him to Frankfort with the
Grandvits, they afterwards accompanied us in a tour in Switzerland, but
left us at Sion, when we turned our steps across the Simplon to Italy.
We were invited by our friend the Count to visit him for a month at his
old castle in the hills of San Giovanni, overlooking all the ground of
Bonaparte’s earlier battles in his first Italian campaign.
We followed the right bank of Lake Maggiore to Arona and Allessandria,
and thence by Acqui gained the castle of the Count on the hill above. It
was situated in the midst of glorious scenery. From the summit of a hill
near the glorious line of the Alps could be seen Monte Rosa, Mont Blanc,
Mont Cenis, Monte Giovi, and thence round the Apennines, while the Gap
leading to Savona gave a view of the sea, the southern suburb of Genoa,
and the line of coast leading to Spezia.
It was a glorious view, and we often directed our steps to the summit
from whence it was seen during our month’s stay with our loved and