The Romance of Lust: A classic Victorian erotic novel
do as they did, so lie down on the couch whilst I kneel at the end, and
begin in the way I kissed it the other morning.”
“Oh, Charlie, if it is all like that, I shall be so pleased with it.”
Down she squatted, drawing up her chemise. My hand wandered all over her
charming belly and mount. Then kneeling down, and putting her legs over
my shoulders, and my hands under her thighs and bottoms, I applied my
tongue at once to her little clitoris, which I found was already stiff,
and showing its head at the upper part of her pinky slit. The action of
my agile tongue produced an instantaneous effect—her loins and thighs
heaved up her bottom to press her little pouting cunt against my face.
Mechanically she put her hand on my head, and muttered terms of
endearment—
“Oh, darling Charlie, how delicious! Oh! do go on! it is so nice, &c.”
I wanted no stimulant, but licked away until, with shortened breath; and
greater heavings of her body, she began to stammer—
“Oh! oh! I feel so queer—ah, stop; I am going to faint—I, I, I,
can’t—can’t bear it any longer—oh!—oh!” Her limbs relaxed, and she died
away in her first discharge, which was very glutinous and nice, but only
scanty in quantity. I let her quiet until she came to; then looking in
her face, and smiling, I asked her how she liked it.
“Oh! I was in heaven, dear Charlie, but I thought it was killing me—it
was almost too much to bear—nothing could be more delicious.”
“Oh, yes!” I replied, “there is something more delicious still, but, I
must kiss you in this way again before we try the other; the more moist
the inside is the easier I shall get in.”
“But, Charlie, you don’t mean to say you will ever get in your doodle,
now that it has grown so big.”
“Well, we will try, and if it hurts you too much we can stop.”
So I began again to gamahuche her; this time it took a longer effort to
produce the ultimate result; but apparently with still greater effect,
and a more copious discharge. Her little cunt being now relaxed, and
well moistened with her own discharge and my saliva, and well inclined
to receive my prick, I spat upon it and lubricated it from head to root.
Then rising from my knees, I stretched myself over Mary’s belly, and
gently directing my prick, and rubbing it up and down first between the
lips, and exciting her clitoris by the same action, I gently and
gradually inserted its head between the lips of her charming little
cunt. There was less difficulty than might have been expected, the
gamahuching and double spending had relaxed the muscles, and her
passions being excited also acted on her organs of generation; at all
events, I got in the head, and about two inches of its length without
her murmuring anything beyond—
“How big it feels—it seems to stretch me so.”
All this was exciting me dreadfully, and it was only by the greatest
effort that I did not thrust rudely forward. I now felt I was pushing
against some obstacle, I thrust hard and hurt her. She cried out, begged
me to stop. I was so near the finale that I felt I must go on. So,
plunging forward, I rushed, at the impediment, and made her cry out most
lustily. Probably another push would have decided my position, but
nature could hold out no longer, and I yielded down my erotic tribute to
her virginal charms, without having actually deflowered her. So far,
perhaps, it was fortunate, because I poured into her a torrent of sperm
which was not only balm to her partially wounded hymen, but so relaxed
and lubricated the interior of her cunt as greatly to facilitate my
after-efforts.
I lay quiet still for some time, and the gradual swelling out and
throbbing of my prick reawakened her young passions. She said—
“Charlie, my dear, you said that it would prove delicious in the end,
and I can feel it is becoming so. I have no more pain, and you shall go
on just as you like.”
As my prick stiffened at her endearing words and involuntary pressures,
and as I had it completely under control, since I had taken the edge off
its immediate appetite by the last discharge, I held it literally well
in hand; and as I had lost no ground by withdrawing, I started with the
advantage of possession. First I slipped my hand down between our two
bellies and began frigging her clitoris, which immediately excited her
passions to the highest pitch.
“Oh! Charlie, dear, now push it all in—I do so long for it—and I don’t
care how it hurts me.”
I had been giving short thrusts more to stimulate her passions than to
alleviate my own; and as she was totally unaware of what was going to
happen, she widened her thighs and heaved up her bottom, expanding her
vagina in the act. I gathered my strength together, and as my cock was
standing as stiff as iron, I suddenly drove it forward, and felt that I
broke through something, and gained two inches more insertion at least.
The effect on my poor sister was most painful, she shrieked out lustily;
strove hard to unsheath me, wriggled her body in all directions to
effect this; but I was too securely engulphed for that, and all her
struggles only enabled me the more easily to sheathe him up to the very
hairs. So excited was I by her tears and screams, that I was no sooner
there than a torrent of sperm burst from me, and I lay like a corpse on
her body, but perfectly maintaining the ground I possessed. This
death-like quiet lasted some minutes, and, to a certain extent, assuaged
the violence of the pain I put poor Mary to. Doubtless, also, the balmy
nature of the ample quantity of sperm I had shot up to her womb helped
to soothe her suffering. At all events, when we were both able again to
converse, she unbraided me with the agony I had caused her, and wished
me to get off her at once; but retaining the advantageous possession of
her very tight and delicious sheath, I told her all was now over, and we
might look forward to nothing but enrapturing pleasure.
Some minutes had elapsed in these remonstrances on one side; and
coaxings on the other, when I suddenly felt her charming little cunt
actually throb upon and give an involuntary squeeze to my prick, which
was still throbbing her. He was far too ready to stand at any time,
still more when engulphed in the exquisite young cunt he had just
initiated into love’s mysteries—_bref_—he stood stiff as ever, and Mary,
at first with a shudder of fright, then with all the energy of awakened
passion, began to move her body under me. I held off from any
interference, feeling certain that if the desire came naturally to her
it would doubly enhance my own pleasure. My foresight did not fail me.
Mary’s passions became fully aroused, and when so, the trifling soreness
passed out of mind, and we actually had a most delicious fuck, in which
my prick appeared as if in a vice, and Mary wriggled her backside almost
as well as the more artistic movements of Mrs. Benson. All things must
come to an end, but this did so amid screams of delight on both sides.
This single bout began and finished the education of my darling sister.
She hugged and fondled me afterwards, declaring I was quite right in
telling her pleasure followed pain; for nothing could exceed the
enrapturing nature of the sensation my prick had produced. She thought
now that it was not a bit too big, but just made to give the utmost
satisfaction. We remained locked in each other’s arms, my prick still
engulphed in its tight and exciting sheath. We fondled and prattled,
until it became again in a state of violent erection, equally
stimulating her tight little cunt, so that we were forced to recommence
our love encounter. I found that my dear little sister possessed
naturally the power of throbbing on or nipping a prick, which the French
call _casse-noisette_. It is a great gift and adds immensely to the
man’s pleasure, and I should think to the woman’s too. In my sister’s
case it began from the very first complete insertion of my prick and the
years that I afterwards continued to fuck her added nothing to this
delicious accomplishment, except in the variety of positions in which it
could be exercised.
The dear girl was in extasies at the pleasure she had received, and at
the pain which seemed to be past. Oh! she was so sweetly caressing that
I could not withdraw from her, and we fondled and toyed until again my
cock rose to his first vigour, and she nothing loath, began her new and
naturally taught gift of bottom upheavings and cunt pressures until
again we sank exhausted in the death-like ending of love’s battles. On
recovering our senses, I was obliged to withdraw and relieve my sister
of the dead weight of my body on her person.
It has always struck me as extraordinary how the most delicate women
will support a heavy man on their persons, not only without flinching,
but even with ease and pleasure—but so it is. On rising and withdrawing,
we were both alarmed to see that my prick was all bloody, and that blood
and semen were oozing from her cunt. We had no idea this would be the
case, and at first I was as frightened as she was. A moment’s reflection
showed me that it was only the natural result of forcing my way in, and
that the pleasure since enjoyed proved it to be of no consequence. I
soon convinced and calmed my sister on the point—fortunately the sofa
covering was red, and applying my handkerchief, I wiped up all the semen
mixture, and, in fact, no marks remained; the same handkerchief wiped
all results from Mary’s dear little cunt, and as her shift had been kept
well up, fortunately no stains appeared upon that.
We now ate some luncheon and drank some wine that we had prudently
brought with us. We then began playing and romping together—she wanting
always to get hold of my prick, and I to pull her about in every way. It
was gloriously warm weather, so I proposed we should off with
everything. In a trice we were as naked as we were born, and flew into
each other’s arms in a frenzy of delight, then we had a mutual thorough
inspection. My darling sister gave every promise of becoming a
magnificent woman—her shoulders were already wide—her arms well shaped,
although still thin—her waist small—the swell of the hips already well
developed—as to her bottom, it stuck out well and hard behind, quite
charming to see, and giving promise of very ample dimensions hereafter.
I made her kneel on the low couch, with her head well up and her thighs
open; kneeling behind, I gamahuched her until she spent; then rising,
shoved my prick into her cunt, in her then position, and had a downright
good poke, which she, too, found was a way that gave her extra
excitement. We passed thus some hours in mutual delights. I taught her
the side fuck which had so charmed me with my delightful instructress,
and I found dear Mary even an apter scholar than myself had proved. The
afternoon advancing, we dressed, and eradicating all signs of what we
had been doing, returned to the house, mutually promising to keep
thoroughly secret all that had passed and agreeing that no sign of
unusual familiarity should escape us. I strongly advised Mary to get
some warm water and bathe her cunt well, for, as may be supposed, I had
taken the opportunity of teaching her the true erotic language as
applied to the organs of generation of both sexes, and the name of the
connection itself, “fucking.”
Thus delightfully ended the first lesson in love taught to my sister,
and such was my first triumph over a maidenhead, double enhanced by the
idea of the close ties of parentage between us. In after-life, I have
always found the nearer we are related, the more this idea of incest
stimulates our passions and stiffens our pricks, so that if even we be
in the wane of life, fresh vigour is imparted by reason of the very fact
of our evasion of conventional laws.