The Romance of Lust: A classic Victorian erotic novel
times before I withdrew. I would willingly have continued the delicious
junction, but that she implored me for prudence’ sake to rise. We
parted, but not before arranging for other meetings, which took place in
woods and barns, wherever most convenient. Her protector going for a
week to Turin during one of my vacations, I was admitted to her room at
night by climbing the roof of an outhouse, and then stark naked we
indulged in every excess. She was hot and lewd to the utmost, a
splendidly made woman, with an insatiable cunt when once our sports
began. She was, as I before mentioned, most hairy, had a well-developed
clitoris, and fucked with as much pleasure in the rear attack as in her
tight delicious throbbing cunt. She loved above all things to gamahuche
a prick, sucked it most charmingly, but with greater art licked around
the hollow below the nut, and down the under side of the prick, with an
occasional lick of the ballocks, all in so exciting a manner that no
matter how often I had fucked her, she was sure to get another and
another. This charming intrigue continued until I went to Turin.
“During my connection with Sister Bridget I learnt the whole history of
her convent life. She was forced to take the veil by her family, much
against her will, for she even then felt the prickly sensation of
desire, making her cunt throb at the idea of coition with the male sex.
She quickly found a friend with similar desires, but more experienced,
who first taught her all the art of tribadism, and then confessed to
having connection with the youngest father confessor. This priest came
once a week to confess the nuns, to confess their liaison, and to let
him inflict what penalty he liked. He told her he would flog her, and
then punish her where she sinned, which, in fact, meant putting his
prick into her cunt when in a kneeling position. This sort of thing was
done to see if she took it in with gusto, and when it was found that was
the case, their hour of confession was a scene of every excess, stark
naked, for neither wore aught but the frock of monk or nun. This
delicious indulgence lasted until the dissolution of the convent, and
you know the rest.”
Another recital of the Count much amused us. The Count was admitted at
seventeen into the Royal Guard, where each private was born a gentleman,
and held the rank of sub-lieutenant in the army. Here he had many
intrigues, and took the maidenhead of a charming and beautifully made
girl, who was being brought up for the stage as an opera dancer, for
which she showed early capacity. She proved a great success when brought
forward. She dearly loved our friend, and was supposed to be faithful to
him, although she had developed excessive wantonness and lubricity under
his able tuition. His flight and exile separated them.
Years afterwards he met a lovely, magnificent, fully developed woman,
splendidly attired, walking in the Regent’s Park, He did not recognise
her, but was looking at her with longing eyes, when suddenly she seized
him by the arm, and exclaimed in the patois of Piedmont, _“Ces tu si!
Buzaron.”_ (Is that thou thyself, Buzaron). This latter word is a
familiar expression of carnal affection, but, literally, is “big
bugger.”
Their intercourse became of the warmest, she was now a first-rate
_danseuse_, very highly paid.
The Count had first had her, she really loved him, and in London stuck
faithfully to him, for love alone, for she never would accept even the
smallest present. She, of course, had plenty of splendid offers from
noblemen, but as long as the Count would have her she was faithful to
him. When, which a knowing woman’s tact senses, she saw a falling off,
she released him, and, although never refusing her person to him, took
to others as well. She was a very lovely bird, and used to relate the
erotic experiences of her previous years. Many of these were most
amusing, but one in especial showed the ardent nature of her
temperament. She had accepted, when dancing at Genoa, an eligible offer
from the Lisbon Opera proprietors, and had to take passage on an Italian
brig; she was the only passenger, and her berth was in the same open
cabin as that of the captain and mate. On the second day out the captain
showed signs of wishing to have her. She was already longing for a fuck,
to which she had been daily habituated on shore, so she lent herself
most willingly to his desires; from him to the mate, and eventually to
all the ship’s company, without any jealousy of captain or mate; for the
system in those days made captain and crew all equally interested in the
success of the voyage from the terms of their agreement.
The captain, mate and carpenter were owners of the vessel. The crew of a
boatswain and four picked men received food, mostly dried fish, but no
wages. They were entitled to a certain share of the profits of the
voyage, and thus were interested in its success, and on very different
terms of intimacy with the captain to what ordinary sailors could be.
The voyage lasted six weeks, and during all that time she had every man
in the ship into her every day, and from fair front-fucking had
eventually satisfied them in both apertures, and often had had one in
each orifice, and sucked a third to spending point, which she
deliciously swallowed; she had even taken the _premisses_ of the little
twelve-year-old cabin boy, and she declared that she never enjoyed so
complete a satisfaction of her excessive lascivious lust as in that
happy voyage of six weeks’ duration.
The Count, who had split his sides with laughter as she recounted this
extraordinary indulgence in every enjoyment of lust, related in the
amusing patois of Piedmont, told us that notwithstanding such excessive
indulgence in both orifices, and by pricks, many of which were of
immense dimensions, not the slightest appearance of such ample
stretching could be detected on the closest examination, and that in
either orifice she could almost nip your prick off. One of those
exceptional constitutions and splendid forms that no excess injures, and
who are ready for any number of pricks and reducing them all to
inanition, while she remained as ready as ever to recommence the utmost
excess of lust as soon as anyone set had exhausted themselves.
As a sequel to the Count’s confessions, I shall here give my adored
wife’s account of her early life in the form of a narrative, for when it
was told to me it was interrupted by various lustful encounters produced
by the lascivious and exciting nature of her revelations.
She was the daughter of a Greek mother, married to a high clergyman of
the Church of England, a man of great erudition, who had taken the
highest honours at Oxford. When Fellow of his college he was tutor to a
great nobleman’s son, had travelled for years with him, and hence his
wide acquaintance with the languages of modern Europe. In Greece he had
fallen over head and ears in love with her mother, had tried to seduce
her, and, failing that, married her. He was a man of most lustful
propensities, her mother was of a beauty most attractive and exciting to
such a man, having lustrous and most lustful eyes, extraordinary wealth
of hair, which when undone reached to her heels; thick and meeting
eyebrows, and a well-defined moustache, all enough to drive a sensualist
like her father mad. So failing all other means to have her, he married
her, and, as far as she could afterwards learn from him, was in all
voluptuously lewd, carnal acquirements, everything the wildest
imagination of lust could desire. It was from her mother she inherited
all that deliciously haired body, and from both parents her intensely
lascivious passions. She lost her mother just as she had attained her
eighth year. During her mother’s life she had generally crept into their
bed in the mornings to have a cuddle, and had often been a witness to
the fucking of her mother by her father, and had, at other times, played
with his prick until it stood, and even made him spend with her toyings.
She owned to a sense of sensual gratification in this, but at that early
age without any idea of the possibility of its being put into her. She
always accompanied papa to his bath, and he invariably dried her and
finished by kissing her mount and her cunt, and without tongueing it.
After her mother’s death he always had her to sleep the whole night with
him, and when in her ninth year he had commenced by gamahuching her
clitoris, which even at that early age he declared gave promise of
exceeding in projection the fine one with which her mother had been
provided.
In this manner he soon awakened all the latent lubricity of her nature.
Afraid to force an entrance at that early age, after exciting both her
and himself, he used to rub his great prick between the lips of her
cunt, and against her clitoris, until worked up to spending point, when
he transferred his prick to her mouth, and spent therein, he having
taught her to practise that voluptuous and delicious method.
It was naturally impossible to stop short _dans un tel beau chemin_, and
it ended by his first getting the knob of his prick into her small tight
slit and spending there, gradually forcing his way further and further
in, until she, driven mad by such excitement, felt the utmost desire to
have it into the deepest recess of her longing cunt, and begged him to
shove it in harder and further.
With such a spur to his passions, unable to control himself, he burst
through all obstacles, and completely deflowered her, giving her greater
agony than she expected, which was subsequently completely alleviated
and converted into the most exquisite sensations. Once he had fairly
fucked her, he continued to do so constantly until the age of puberty,
which declared itself by the coming-on of her monthly courses even
before she was twelve years of age. Already an extensive moss-bed of
sable silky short curls adorned her mount and body.
At this period her father told her he must take precautions against
getting her with child; at first he drew out and spent in her mouth,
which she dearly loved, but becoming lewd on her bottom-hole, which he
constantly fingered, he declared it was too much derangement of position
to get it into her mouth, and suggested merely driving the knob into the
arsehole, and spending therein, which he could do by her merely heaving
up her arsehole as high as her cunt had been, and so entering without
any change of position on his or her part. Of course it soon came from
the knob only to the utmost length of his prick in her arse, and
gradually she came so to like it that often the entire encounter of
three or four coups was delivered in her arsehole to her infinite
satisfaction; and thus her father enjoyed the first fruits of every
aperture in her body.
He it was that instructed her so deeply in classic literature as well as
modern languages, but always choosing such lewd works to carry out her
education, such as Meursius and Suetonius in Latin, Athenaeus with his
supper conversations in Greek, especially drawing her attention to his
chapter on boy love, Boccaccio and Casti in Italian, the uncastrated
editions, the adventures of Casanova, and the hundreds of other French
bawdy books, with the most exciting illustrations of all these works and
many others besides. The lecture on them always led to good fucking in
one aperture or the other, practising the particular description that
excited their lewdness.
He thus depraved her mind that she soon longed for other experiences
than all he could give, and she cast about for an _aide-du-con_. This
she first found in their young and handsome footman, who proved not only
discreet, but completely up to his work, and uncommonly well furnished.