The Romance of Lust: A classic Victorian erotic novel
They occupied in every voluptuous excess the hours papa had to attend to
the extensive and rich parish of which he was the rector. I must tell
the rest in her own words; she said—
“Continued immunity in our excesses led to excessive in-cautiousness,
and caused the discovery of our intrigue by my father, who appeared
shocked and distressed at the discovery, but he was quickly reconciled,
as it ended in his having the youth himself, and his introduction into
our incestuous orgies, in which he both fucked and was fucked by my
father when not giving me the exquisite delight of having both together.
And for five or six years I had but these two charming satisfiers of my
lust.
“At this period a beautiful youth of fourteen, the son of a younger
brother of my father, and, consequently, my first cousin, came to live
with us. He was an orphan, left by his mother under the guardianship of
my father. I was some three years his senior and he took to me as an
elder sister, was very loving in that character only, and used to
embrace and kiss me most affectionately. I, for my own part, soon began
to have other feelings.
“On his first arrival, in grief at the loss of his only surviving
parent, he feared to go to bed alone, so I used to accompany him, and
help to undress him. He was all innocence, his mother, up to her recent
death, had done the same, so he had no _mauvaise honte_, and I helped
off his shirt and helped on his nightgown, and even witnessed his
diddling before he got into bed, which I tucked him in and kissed him
before leaving.
“Of course with my then complete knowledge and practice of every art of
lust, I could not but look for and discover all his secret charms, then
always in a state of repose, but promising a future development. I grew
lewd upon him one morning, after an orgy with papa and the footman, who
had not altogether satisfied me. I was tempted to go along to my cousin
Henry, to waken and cuddle him, knowing that he would probably awaken
with a cockstand, as usual with youths, and even men.
“I slipt along, and at once saw, as I expected, for only partially
covered with the sheet, the prominence of his prick was unmistakable. I
gently removed the sheet, and was delighted to see that his instrument,
insignificant enough when down, was of a very respectable volume when
erect, and quite capable of giving any woman perfect satisfaction from
its excessive hardness. I gently took it in my hand to feel it, it
throbbed at the touch, and felt like a piece of wood in hardness, with a
velvet covering.
“I got into his bed by his side without awakening him, taking care to
pull up my chemise so as to let him feel the contact of my bare skin. I
pulled the sheet over us, took him in my arms, and woke him with a kiss.
“He was surprised and delighted at finding me by his side, but as yet
had no idea but that of cuddling and caressing me. In throwing my arms
around him I had taken care to pull his nightgown up to his loins, so
that his naked body pressed against mine as we embraced.
“In apparent surprise I cried out what is that pressing so hard against
my body; at the same time moving my hand and laying hold of it. It
throbbed violently to the touch. I threw the sheet off to see what it
could be.
“‘Dear me,’ said I, ‘how is this? What a change! it was not like that
when I put you to bed last night. How has it become in this strange
state?’
“‘It is so, dear cousin, when I want to pee in the morning, and goes
down afterwards.’
“‘Then jump up and pee, and I want to do the same.’
“He took the pot and piddled. I took another and piddled, standing with
legs wide apart, and holding the chamber pot partly between and partly
under my thighs, so that he could perfectly see the whole of my cunt,
and the flow of water from it.
“He stared with astonishment; it was really the first time he had any
knowledge that women were differently formed down there than he was.
“‘How funny,’ cried he, ‘you piddle from a chink, and have no doodle. I
should like to see it nearer.’
“I told him I should lie down on my back on the bed, and he could look
as much as he pleased, but he must never tell anybody what he would see,
because it was a great secret.
“He promised, of course. I lay down on my back, having first thrown off
my chemise, stretched wide my legs, told him he would see better if he
knelt between my legs, some slight distance from the object to be seen.
“He got up and began a close examination, admiring the immense quantity
of hair I had already got, opened the lips, caressed what he called the
little doodle, my clitoris, which was rampant with lewdness. I told him
to feel inside with his middle finger; he pushed it up—I nipped it, to
his astonishment, so that he could hardly withdraw it. Nature, unknown
to him, acted her part; his cock, which had gone down after piddling,
stood stiffer than ever. I laid hold of it, and said—
“‘How comes this, Henry? You can’t want to piddle again.’
“‘No, no, but I feel queer all over, I don’t know why, and it seems to
have raised my doodle as you see.’
“‘If you will keep it secret I will show how it comes about.’
“He promised that he would never, never, tell anything I should teach
him. So I said—
“‘Come to my arms, lie down on my belly, and I will teach you. There
that is it.’
“His cock beat fiercely against my cunt. I passed my hand down, guided
it into my longing cunt, then placing my hands on his buttocks pressed
down and forced his charming shaft up to the hairs of my longing cunt,
foaming with my father’s and the footman’s sperm, so that he slipped in
with the greatest ease; but no sooner was he hilted than one of my
exquisite cunt pressures made him cry out with unexpected pleasure,
while I spent with the delicious conviction that I was enjoying the
first fruits of a beautiful youth. I told him how to move in and out,
nature did the rest the moment he knew what to do. A very few thrusts
brought down his first tribute on the altar in the exquisite recess of
Venus, the voluptuous goddess of love. I joined in the delicious
discharge.
“Once experiencing the joys of coition the dear boy fucked me five times
before I could get him to withdraw, and it was only the fear of
discovery that induced him at last to get off me. We had a delicious
cuddle, and I promised to come every morning I could do so with safety.
Impressing upon him the absolute necessity of secrecy and caution, if he
wished to have any repetition of the delightful lesson I had given him,
I returned to my room gratified beyond measure in having taken a maiden
tribute. Women who have the luck of such good fortune alone know the
exquisite delight of initiating a virgin prick into love’s mysteries and
our longing cunts.
“We carried on this delicious intercourse for months before it was
discovered, but use begets want of caution, and my father at last
discovered it. Poor Henry thought himself happily excused by allowing my
wanton parent to take possession of his bottom while fucking me. My warm
embraces enabling him to support the great and curious pain and pleasure
attending a first penetration of that delicious narrow aperture,
dedicated to the obscene god. It ended in his complete initiation into
our orgies with the footman. His addition to the orgy enabling more
complex and lustful combinations than two men and a woman alone could
indulge in.
“My father, who lived quite up to his income, died and left me with a
very small capital at his death, which happened after the coming of age
of my cousin Henry, to whom I had become violently attached. Indeed, it
was my first love, and had all the devotion and ardour of that passion.
He had a small independence, and we lived together for two years after
my father’s death, secretly sleeping together.
“The interference of relatives who, without suspecting our real sensual
intercourse, preached upon what the world would say, &c., induced me to
undertake a governesship, for which the great instruction I had received
from my papa more than fully qualified me. I saw the reasonableness of
this, and also thought it was more likely to strengthen Henry’s love
than otherwise. But the parting was a great trial. He had grown a fine
man, with a superb prick, although far inferior to this monster,” laying
hold of mine at the moment standing stiff and wanting but her touch to
make me bend her back and fuck her off hand, so exciting had been her
recital.
She resumed after this episode, by saying her system of teaching was
eminently successful. From time to time she was comforted by interviews
with her loved Henry, besides satisfying the lust of both the father and
sons of the families she lived with, teaching and taking the maidenheads
of several youths, but in none receiving the gratification her loved
Henry had given her, until, as she flatteringly said, she had the good
fortune to enter our family and find such a jewel as I possessed.
She had occasionally found girls of such a warm temperament that she was
induced to initiate them into the art of gamahuchery. It was in this
character of instructress that she had first used the rod to the bottoms
of her pupils, and it was seeing the erotic effect produced on them as
recipients that first gave her the letch of being herself birched. After
this she had had a vast variety of youths, fathers of families, and old
worn-out patients, whom she birched into action.
From one situation to another she had arrived at ours; since which time
I knew all her doings.
The Count’s son and my daughter meanwhile grew up to puberty. We watched
their progress with great interest. They were both initiated in all
love’s delicious mysteries by their respective parents.
My lovely little Florentia, for we christened her in my adored wife’s
name Italianized, which became familiarly Entee, was a great comfort to
us. From childhood she always came to cuddle us in bed before we rose.
She was so beautifully made that we used to strip her naked and kiss her
whole body, which always gained my dear wife an extra fuck, especially
after she reached her tenth year, when her form was rapidly developing
into puberty. Being from infancy familiar and accustomed to be always
stript by us, she had no shyness; indeed she became so exciting that
often I grew rampant and fucked my dear wife while she was present. She
grew to like to see us do it, and used to play with my big cock, and
bring him up to the scratch. It ended as it was sure to end, in my
gradually toying with her from one excitement to another, until she was
completely fucked in her thirteenth year.
Ten years after that epoch I lost my beloved wife, and would have been
quite inconsolable but for the sympathizing endearments of this darling
child, who became so necessary to my existence that twelve months after
my adored wife’s decease I married her. She was a perfect Italian
beauty, and no one supposed she was other than an orphan adopted by my
late wife.
Now, in my old age, she is the comfort of my life and the mother of my
beautiful son, whom we have named Charley Nixon, in memory of both my
first adored wife and my guardian, through whom he will inherit great
wealth. The dear little fellow is now eighteen years of age, handsome,
well grown, and very well furnished, although not so monstrous in that
way as his father. His dear mother has initiated him in every delight,
and he has all the fire of lust that his old father had before him. He
often comes to us at night, indeed, it is the only thing that enables me
from time to time to get a cockstand and a fuck at his mother. To see
them in all the agonies of lust, fucking furiously before my delighted
eyes, so excites me now and then, for, alas, it has come to be a