The Romance of Lust (1873) A classic Victorian erotic novel by Anonymous

There were three of us—Mary, Eliza, and myself. I was approaching

fifteen, Mary was about a year younger, and Eliza between twelve and

thirteen years of age. Mamma treated us all as children, and was blind to

the fact that I was no longer what I had been. Although not tall for my age,

nor outwardly presenting a manly appearance, my passions were

awakening, and the distinctive feature of my sex, although in repose it

looked magnificent enough, was very sufficiently developed when under

the influence of feminine excitement.

The Romance of Lust (1873)  A classic Victorian erotic novel
The Romance of Lust (1873)  A classic Victorian erotic novel by Anonymous

As yet, I had absolutely no knowledge of the uses of the different organs

of sex. My sisters and I all slept in the same room. They together in one

bed, I alone in another. When no one was present, we had often mutually

examined the different formations of our sexes.

We had discovered that mutual handlings gave a certain amount of

pleasing sensation; and, latterly, my eldest sister had discovered that the

hooding and unhooding of my doodle, as she called it, instantly caused it

to swell up and stiffen as hard as a piece of wood. My feeling of her little

pinky slit gave rise in her to nice sensations, but on the slightest attempt to

insert even my finger, the pain was too great. We had made so little

progress in the attouchements that not the slightest inkling of what could

be done in that way dawned upon us. I had begun to develope a slight

growth of moss-like curls round the root of my cock; and then, to our

surprise, Mary began to show a similar tendency. As yet, Eliza was as

bald as her hand, but both were prettily formed, with wonderfully full and

fat mounts of Venus. We were perfectly innocent of guile and quite

habituated to let each other look at all our naked bodies without the

slightest hesitation; and when playing in the garden, if one wanted to

relieve the pressure on the bladder, we all squatted down together, and

crossed waters, each trying who could piddle fastest. Notwithstanding

these symptoms of passion when excited, in a state of calm I might have

passed for a boy of ten or eleven.

My father had left us but moderately provided for, and mamma, wishing to

live comfortably, preferred giving me lessons along with my sisters at

home to sending me to school; but her health beginning to fail, she

inserted an advertisement in the Times for a governess. Out of a large

number of applicants, a young lady, of the name of Evelyn, was selected.

Some ten days afterwards she arrived, and became one of the family.

We did not see much of her the first evening, but after breakfast the

following morning, mamma accompanied her to what was considered our

school-room, and said, "Now, my dears, I place you under Miss Evelyn's

care; you must obey her in all things; she will teach you your lessons, as I

am unable to do so any longer." Then, turning to our new governess, "I

fear you will find them somewhat spoiled, and unruly; but there is a horse,

and Susan will make you excellent birch rods whenever you require them.

If you spare their bottoms when they deserve whipping, you will seriously

offend me." As mamma said this, I observed Miss Evelyn's eyes appeared

to dilate with a sort of joy, and I felt certain that, severely as mamma had

often whipped us, if we should now deserve it, Miss Evelyn would

administer it much more severely. She looked amiability itself, and was

truly beautiful in face and person, twenty-two years of age, full and finely

formed, and dressed always with the most studied neatness. She was, in

truth, a seductive creature. She made an instantaneous impression on my

senses. There was, however, somewhat of a sternness of expression, and

a dignity of carriage, which caused at once to fear and respect her. Of

course, at first, all went smoothly enough, and seeing that mamma treated

me precisely as she did my sisters, I came to be regarded as quite a child

by Miss Evelyn. She found that she had to sleep in the same room with

my sisters and myself. I fancied that on the first night Miss Evelyn did not

approve of this arrangement, but gradually became familiarized with it,

and seemed to think no more about it.

When bedtime came, we all kissed mamma and retired early, as usual.

Miss Evelyn followed some hours later. When she came in, she carefully

locked the door, then looked at me to see if I was asleep. Why, I know not,

but I was instinctively prompted to feign sleep. I did so successfully,

notwithstanding the passing of the candle before my eyes. So she at once

commenced undressing. When her back was turned, I opened my eyes,

and greedily devoured her naked charms as they were gradually exhibited

before me. The moment she turned round, I was again as if asleep. I have

said that my passions had begun to develope themselves, but as yet I did

not understand their force or direction. I well remember this first night,

when a fine ripe woman gradually removed every particle of dress within a

couple of yards of me—the effect of each succeeding charm, from her

lovely and beautifully formed bubbies to the taking off her shoes and

stockings from her well-formed legs and small feet and ankles, caused my

prick to swell and stiffen to a painful extent. When all but her chemise was

removed, she stopped to pick up her petticoats that she had allowed to fall

to her feet, and in lifting them, raised also her chemise, and exposed to

my view a most glorious bottom—dazzlingly white and shining like satin.

As the light was full upon it, and she was still in a stooping position, I could

see that below her slit she was well covered with dark hair. Turning round,

to put her petticoats on a chair, and to take up her night-gown, she slipped

her chemise from her arm, and letting it fall to the ground while she lifted

the night-gown over her head, I had for some seconds a view of her

beautiful belly, thickly covered with dark curly hair over the mount of

Venus. So voluptuous was the sight, I almost shuddered, so intense was

my excitement. She now sat down on the bed to take off her shoes and

stockings. Oh! what beautiful thighs, legs, ankles, and feet she had!

I am now advanced in life, and have had many handsome and well-formed

women, but I never saw limbs more voluptuously formed.

In a few minutes the light was extinguished, and a rushing rill flowed into

the night vase; very different from the gentle tricklings from myself and

sisters as we often squatted down opposite each other and crossed water,

laughing at the different sources from which they flowed. My sisters often

envied me the power of directing the spurt where I pleased, so little were

we from dreaming of the real intent of that projecting little instrument.

I heard the charming creature get into bed, and shortly breath hard. As for

me, I could not sleep. I lay awake the greater part of the night, afraid to be

restless, lest I should disturb Miss Evelyn and give her reason to think I

had been observant of her undressing. When at last I dozed off, it was but

to dream of all the charms I has seen.

About a month passed thus. Every night Miss Evelyn became more and

more at her ease, and confident of my mere childishness, often gave me

glorious and lengthened glimpses of her beautifully developed charms:

although it was only about every other night that I could enjoy them, for, as

they always produced sleeplessness afterwards, the following night nature

assured her rights, and I usually slept profoundly when I would have

preferred continued gazing on the charms of my lovely governess. But,

doubtless, those exhausting sleeps helped to throw her off her guard, and

gave me better opportunities than I should otherwise have had. Once or

twice she used the night ware before putting on her night-gown, and I

could see the rosy-lipped opening embosomed in exquisite dark curls,

pouring out its full measure of water; showing a fine force of nature, and

driving me wild with excitement. Yet it is singular that I never once thought

of applying to my fingers for relief from the painful stiffness that nearly

burst my prick asunder.

Whether mamma had observed my very frequent projection of my

trousers, or began to think it better I should not sleep in the same room as

Miss Evelyn, I cannot say, but she had my bed removed into her own.

However, I was so thoroughly treated as a mere boy by every one in the

house, that Miss Evelyn seemed to forget my sex; and there was at all

times a freedom of carriage and an abandon in her attitudes that she

certainly would not have indulged in if she had felt any restraint from

considering herself in the presence of a youth of the age of puberty.

In cold weather I used to sit on a low stool by the fire—Miss Evelyn was

seated in front, I had my lesson book on my knee, and she herself would

place her beautiful feet on the high school fender, with her work in her lap,

while she heard my sisters repeat their lesson, totally unconscious that for

half an hour at a time she was exposing her beautiful legs and thighs to

my ardent gaze; for sitting much below her, and bending my head as if

intent on my lesson, my eyes were below her raised petticoats. Her close

and tight-fitting white stockings displayed her well-formed legs, for while

confined to the house during our morning lessons she did not wear

drawers; so that in the position she sat in, with her knees higher than her

feet on the already high fender, and her legs somewhat apart to hold her

work in her lap more easily, the whole glorious underswell of both thighs,

and the lower part of her fine large bottom, with the pinky slit quite visible,

nestled in a rich profusion of dark curls, were fully exposed to my view.

The light from the fire glancing under her raised petticoats tinged the

whole with a glow, and set me equally in a blaze of desire until I was

almost ready to faint. I could have rushed headlong under her petticoats,

and kissed and fondled that delicious opening and all its surroundings. Oh,

how little she thought of the passion she was raising. Oh! dear Miss

Evelyn, how I did love you from the dainty kid slipper and tight glossy silk

stocking, up to the glorious swell of the beautiful bubbies, that were so

fully exposed to me nearly every night, and the lovely lips of all that I

longed to lovingly embrace.

Thus day after day passed away, and Miss Evelyn became to me a

goddess, a creature whom, in my heart of hearts, I literally worshiped.

When she left the school-room, and I was alone, I kissed that part of the

fender her feet had pressed, and the seat on which she sat, and even the

air an inch above, imagination placing there her lovely cunt. I craved for

something beyond this without knowing exactly what I wanted; for, as yet,

I really was utterly ignorant of anything appertaining to the conjunction of

the sexes.

One day I had gone up to my sisters' bedroom where the governess slept,

that I might throw myself on her bed, and in imagination embrace her

beautiful body. I heard some one approaching, and knowing that I had no

business there, I hid myself under the bed. The next moment Miss Evelyn

herself entered, and locked the door. It was about an hour before dinner.

Taking off her dress, and hanging it on the wardrobe, she drew out a piece

of furniture, which had been bought for her, the use of which had often

puzzled me; she took off the lid, poured water into its basin, and placed a

sponge near it. She then took off her gown, drew her petticoats and

chemise up to her waist and fastened them there, straddled across it, and

seated herself upon it.

I thus had the intoxicating delight of gazing on all her beautiful charms, for

when she tucked up her clothes she stood before her glass, presenting to

my devouring glance her glorious white bottom in all its fullness, turning to

approach the bidet, she equally exposed her lower belly and beautiful

mount, with all its wealth of hair. While straddling over the bidet before she

sat down, the whole of her pinky-lipped cunt broke on my enraptured

sight. Never shall I forget the wild excitement of the moment. It was almost

too much for my excited senses; fortunately, when seated, the immediate

cause of my almost madness vanished. She sponged herself well

between the thighs for about five minutes. She then raised herself off the

bidet, and for a moment again displayed the pouting lips of her cunt—then

stood fronting me for two or three minutes while she removed, with the

rinsed sponge, the trickling drops of water which still gathered on the rich

bush of curls around her quim. Thus her belly, mount and thighs, whose

massy-fleshed and most voluptuous shape were more fully seen by me

than they had heretofore been, and it may easily be conceived into what a

state such a deliberate view threw me.

Oh, Miss Evelyn, dear, delicious Miss Evelyn! what would you have

thought had you known that I was gazing on all your angelic charms, and

that my eager eyes had been straining themselves to penetrate the

richness of those charming pouting lips which lay so snugly in that rich

mass of dark curling hair. Oh! how I do long to kiss them; for at that time I

had no other idea of embracing and still less of penetrating them.

When her ablutions were completed, she sat down and drew off her

stockings, displaying her beautiful white calves and charming little feet. I

believe it was this first admiration of really exquisitely formed legs, ankles

and feet, which were extraordinarily perfect in make, that first awakened

my passion for those objects, which have since always exercised a

peculiar charm over me. She was also so particularly neat in her shoes—

little dark ones—that were bijoux to look at, I often took them up and

kissed them, when left in the room. Then her silk stockings, always drawn

up tight and fitting like a glove, set off to the greatest advantage the

remarkable fine shape of her legs.

Putting on silk for cotton stockings, she took down a low-bodiced dress,

finished her toilet, and left the room. I crawled out from under the bed,

washed my face and hands in the water of the bidet, and even drank

some in my excitement.

Some six weeks had now elapsed since the arrival of Miss Evelyn. The

passion that had seized me for her had so far kept me most obedient to

her slightest command, or even wish, and, from the same cause, attentive

to my lessons, when not distracted by the circumstances already detailed.

My example had also had the effect of keeping my sisters much in the

same groove, but it was impossible this could last —it was not nature. As

long as all went smoothly, Miss Evelyn seemed to be all amiability. We

fancied we could do as we liked, and we grew more careless.

Miss Evelyn became more reserved, and cautioned us at first, and then

threatened us with the rod. We did not think she would make use of it.

Mary grew impertinent, and one afternoon turned sulky over her lessons,

and set our teacher at defiance. Miss Evelyn, who had been growing more

and more angry, had her rise from her seat. She obeyed with an impudent

leer. Seizing her by the arm, Miss Evelyn dragged the struggling girl to the

horse. My sister was strong and fought hard, using both teeth and nails,

but it was to no purpose. The anger of our governess was fully roused,

and raising her in her arms, she carried her forcibly to the horse, placed

her on it, held her firmly with one hand while she put the noose round her

with the other, which, when drawn, secured her body; other nooses

secured each ankle to rings in the floor, keeping her legs apart by the

projection of the horse, and also forcing the knees to bend a little, by

which the most complete exposure of the bottom, and, in fact, of all her

private parts too, was obtained.

Miss Evelyn then left her, and went to mamma for a rod. In a few minutes

she returned, evidently flushed with passion, and proceded to tie Mary's

petticoats well up to her waist, leaving her bottom and her pinky slit quite

bare and exposed directly before my eyes. It was quite two months since I

had seen her private parts, and I was well surprised to observe the lips

more pouting and swelled out, as well as the symptoms of a mossy

covering of the mount much more developed. Indeed, it was in itself more

exciting than I had expected, for my thoughts had so long dwelt only on

the riper beauties of Miss Evelyn that I had quite ceased to have any

toying with Mary.

This full view of all her private parts reawakened former sensations and

strengthened them. Miss Evelyn first removed her own scarf, laying bare

her plump ivory shoulders, and showing the upper halves of her beautiful

bubbies, which were heaving with the excitement of her anger. She bared

her fine right arm, and grasping the rod, stepped back and raised her arm;

her eyes glistened in a peculiar way. She was indeed beautiful to see.

I shall never forget that moment—it was but a moment. The rod whistled

through the air and fell with a cruel cut on poor Mary's plump little bottom.

The flesh quivered again, and Mary, who had resolved not to cry, flushed

in her face, and bit the damask with which the horse was covered.

Again the arm was raised, and again, with a sharp whistle, it fell on the

palpating buttocks below it. Still her stubborn temper bore her up, and

although we saw how she winced, not a sound escaped her lips. Drawing

back a step, Miss Evelyn again raised her hand and arm, and this time her

aim was so true that the longer points of the rod doubled between the

buttocks and concentrated themselves between the lips of Mary's privates.

So agonising was the pain that she screamed out dreadfully. Again the rod

fell precisely on the same spot.

"Oh! oh! oh! Dear Miss Evelyn. I will never, no, never, do so again."

Her shrieks were of no avail. Cut succeeded cut, yell succeeded yell —

until the rod was worn to a stump, and poor Mary's bottom was one mass

of weals and red as raw beef. It was fearful to see, and yet such is our

nature that to see it was, at the same time, exciting. I could not keep my

eyes from her pouting quim, the swelling lips of which, under the severity

of the punishment it was undergoing, not only seemed to thicken, but

actually opened and shut, and evidently throbbed with agony. But all this

was highly exciting for me to witness. I then and there resolved to have a

closer inspection at a more convenient opportunity, which did not fail me in

the end.

Meanwhile, her spirit was completely cowed, or rather, crushed. Indeed,

we were all fully frightened, and now knew what we had to expect, if we

did not behave ourselves. There was now no fear of any manifestation of

temper, and we felt we must indeed obey implicitly whatever our

governess chose to order. We instinctively learned to fear her.

A very few days after this memorable whipping, some visitors arrived —a

gentleman and lady. The gentleman was an old friend of mamma's, who

had lately married, and mamma had asked them to visit her on their

wedding tour and spent a short time with us.

The gentleman was a fine-looking man, tall and powerfully built; the lady

rather delicate looking, but well shaped, with good breasts and shoulders,

small waist, and spreading haunches, well-formed arms, small hands and

feet, and very brilliant eyes.

I think it was about three days after their arrival that one afternoon I went

into the spare room, which was occupied by these visitors; while there, I

heard them coming upstairs. The lady entered first, and I had just time to

slip into a closet and draw the door to; it was not quite closed, but nearly

so. In a minute the gentleman followed, and gently shutting the door,

locked it. Mrs. Benson smiled, and said—

"Well, my love, you are a sad teaser; you let me have no rest. Surely, you

had enough last night and this morning without wanting it again so soon?"

"Indeed, I had not," he said, "I never can have enough of your delicious

person. So come, we must not be long about it, or our absence will be


He seized her round the waist, and drew her lips to his, and gave her a

long, long kiss; squeezing her to him, and moving himself against her.

Then seating himself, he pulled her on his knee, and thrust his hand up

her petticoats, their mouths being glued together for some time.

"We must be quick, dear," she murmured.

He got up, and lifted her on the edge of the bed, threw her back, and

taking her legs under his arms, exposed everything to my view. She had

not so much hair on her mount of Venus as Miss Evelyn, but her slit

showed more pouting lips, and appeared more open. Judge of my

excitement when I saw Mr. Benson unbutton his trousers and pull out an

immense cock. Oh, dear, how large it looked; it almost frightened me. With

his fingers he placed the head between the lips of Mrs. Benson's sheath,

and then letting go his hold, and placing both arms so as to support her

legs, he pushed it all right into her to the hilt at once. I was thunderstruck

that Mrs. Benson did not shriek with agony, it did seem such a large thing

to thrust right into her belly. However, far from screaming with pain, she

appeared to enjoy it. Her eyes glistened, her face flushed, and she smiled

most graciously on Mr. B. The two appeared very happy. His large cock

slipped in and out quite smoothly, and his hands pressed the large glossy

buttocks and pulled them to him at each home thrust. This lasted nearly

five minutes, when all at once Mr. B. stopped short, and then followed one

or two convulsive shoves—he grinning in a very absurd way at her. He

remained quiet for a few minutes, and the drew out his cock, all soft, with

slimy drops falling from it onto the carpet. Taking a towel, he wiped up the

carpet, and wrapping it round his cock, went to the basin and washed it.

Mrs. Benson lay for a few minutes longer all exposed, her quim more open

than before, and I could see a white slime oozing from it.

You can hardly imagine the wild excitement this scene occasioned me.

First, the grand mystery was at once explained to me, and my ignorant

longings now knew to what they tended. After giving me plenty of time to

realise all the beauties of her private parts, she slipped down on the floor,

adjusted her petticoats, and smoothed the disordered counterpane, and

then went to the glass to arrange her hair. This done, she quietly unlocked

the door, and Mr. Benson went out. The door was then relocked, and Mrs.

B. went to the basin, emptied and filled it, then raised up her petticoats,

and bathed the parts between her legs with a sponge, and then rubbed all

dry with a towel; all this time exposing everything to my ardent gaze. But,

horror of horrors! she after this came straight to the closet and gave a

slight scream on discovering me there. I blushed up to the ears, and tried

to stammer out an excuse. She stared at me at first in silent amasement;

but at last said—

"How came you here, sir, tell me?"

"I was here when you came up; I wanted my football, which was in this

closet, and when I heard you coming, I hid myself, I don't know why."

For some minutes she seemed to consider and examine me attentively.

She then said—

"Can you be discreet?"

"Oh, yes, ma'am."

"You will never tell any one what you have seen?"

"No ma'am."

"Well, keep this promise, and I shall try what I can do to reward


Now, go downstairs."

I went to the school-room, but I was greatly agitated, I scarcely knew what

I was doing. The scene I had witnessed had complete possession of my

thoughts. In years but a boy, the mystery now practically explained to me

had awakened all the passions of a man. Instead of studying my lessons,

my thoughts wandered to Mrs. B., thrown back on the bed with her fine

legs and thighs fully exposed; above all, the sight of the pinky gash, with

its fleecy hair at the bottom of her belly, which I had seen for some

minutes all open and oozing out the slimy juice that followed the amorous

encounter they had been indulging in. It seemed so much more developed

than Miss Evelyn's. I felt sure that Miss Evelyn could never take in such a

thick long thing as Mr. B. had thrust into his wife, and yet it appeared to go

in so easily, and moved about so smoothly, and so evidently to the

satisfaction and utmost delight of both, as was proved by their ardent

embracings, fond murmurs, and voluptuous movements, especially just

before they both ceased together all movement whatever.

Then I thought, how delicious it would be to treat Miss Evelyn in the same

way, and to revel with my stiff-standing prick in her delicious quim, which

in my mind's eye I saw before me as I had viewed in on her rising from the

bidet, when I lay hid under the bed. Then I thought of my sister Mary's

smaller, although attractive little quim, and I resolved, as that was the

easiest to get hold of, to initiate her in all the newly discovered mysteries. I

fully determined that my own first lesson, as well as hers, should be taken

on her little fat chubby cunt. Then the recollection of its pouting and

throbbing lips under the fearful flagellation she had undergone, began to

excite me, and made my cock stand stiff and throb again. All the weeks of

excitement I had now constantly been under had produced a wonderful

effect on my pego, which had become considerably more developed when

in a state of erection. As you may suppose, with such distracting thoughts,

I did not get on with my lessons. Miss Evelyn, for some reason or other,

was out of humour that morning, and more than once spoke crossly to me

for my evident inattention. At length she called me to her, and finding that I

had scarcely done anything, she said—

"Now, Charles, I give you ten minutes longer to finish that sum, if not done

in that time I shall whip you; you are exhibiting the mere spirit of idleness. I

do not know what has come over you, but if persisted in, you shall

certainly be punished."

The idea of the beautiful Miss Evelyn whipping my bare bottom did not

tend to calm my excitement, on the contrary, it turned my lewd thoughts

upon the beauties of her person, which I had so often furtively gazed


It was close upon four o'clock, at which hour we always broke up for a run

in the garden for an hour, and during this period I had resolved to begin

instructing Mary in the secret mysteries I had so lately been a witness to.

But fate had ordered it otherwise, and I was to receive my first practical

lesson and be initiated on the person of a riper and more beautiful woman;

but of this hereafter. At four o'clock I had done nothing with my task—Miss

Evelyn looked grave:

"Mary and Eliza, you may go out, Charles will remain here."

My sisters, simply imagining that I was kept to finish my lessons, ran into

the garden. Miss Evelyn turned the key in the door, opened a cupboard,

and withdrew a birch rod neatly tied up with blue ribbons. Now my blood

coursed through my veins, and my fingers trembled so that I could hardly

hold my pencil.

"Put down your slate, Charles, and come to me."

I obeyed, and stood before my beautiful governess, with a strange

commixture of fear and desire.

"Unfasten your braces, and pull down your trousers."

I commenced doing this, though but very slowly. Angry at my delay her

delicate fingers speedily accomplished the work. My trousers fell to my


"Place yourself across my knees."

Tremblingly, with the same commixture of feeling, I obeyed. Her silk dress

was drawn up to prevent its being creased—my naked flesh pressed

against her snowy white petticoats. A delicate perfume of violet and

vervain assailed my nerves. As I felt her soft and delicate fingers drawing

up my shirt, and passing over my bare posteriors, while the warmth of her

pulpy form beneath me penetrated my flesh, nature exerted her power,

and my prick began to swell out to a most painful extent. I had but little

time, however, to notice this before a rapid succession of the most cruel

cuts lacerated my bottom.

"Oh, dear! Oh, dear! Oh, dear! Oh, Miss Evelyn. I will do the sum if you will

only forgive me. Oh, oh, oh, &c."

Holding me firmly with her left arm, Miss Evelyn used the rod most

unmercifully. At first, the pain was excruciating, and I roared out as loud as

I could, but gradually the pain ceased to be so acute, and was succeeded

by the most delicious tickling sensation. My struggles at first had been so

violent as to greatly disorder Miss Evelyn's petticoats, and to raise them

up so as to expose to my delighted eyes her beautifully formed silk-clad

legs up to the knees, and even an inch or two of naked thigh above.

This, together with the intense tickling irritation communicated to my

bottom, as well as to the friction of my cock against the person of Miss

Evelyn in my struggles, rendered me almost delirious, and I tossed and

pushed myself about on her knees in a state of perfect frenzy as the blows

continued to be showered down upon my poor bottom. At last the rod was

worn to a stump, and I was pushed off her knees. As I rose before her,

with my cheeks streaming with tears, my shirt was jutting out considerably

in front in an unmistakeable and most prominent manner, and my prick

was at the same time throbbing beneath it with convulsive jerks, which I

could by no means restrain.

Miss Evelyn glared at the projection in marked astonishment, and her

open eyes were fixed upon it as I stood rubbing my bottom and crying,

without attempting to move or button up my trousers. She continued for a

minute or two to stare at the object of attraction, flushing scarlet up to the

forehead, and then she suddenly seemed to recollect herself, drew a

heavy breath, and rapidly left room. She did not return until after my

sisters came back from the garden, and seemed still confused, and

avoided fixing her eye upon me.

In two days afterwards, all disagreeable marks of this very severe

whipping had disappeared. On the following day we were invited to pass

the afternoon at the grange, a beautiful place about two miles from us.

The afternoon was fine and warm; we walked there, and arrived about four

o'clock. Mr. and Mrs. Robinson were in the drawing-room, but at once

desired us to go in the garden and amuse ourselves with their three

daughters, whom we would find there. We went at once, and found them

amusing themselves on a swing. Sophia, the eldest, about nineteen, was

swinging a sister about two years younger, a very fine, fully developed

young woman. Indeed, all three sisters were finer women and more

beautiful than the average of young ladies.

Another sister, Agnes, was not seated, but standing on the board between

the ropes. Sophia was making both mount as high as possible. They were

laughing loudly, when we found them, at the exposure each made—one in

advancing, the other retiring. Agnes's light dress of muslin and single

petticoat, as she retired and the wind came up from behind, was bulged

out in front, and exposed her limbs up to her belly, so that one could see

that her mount was already well furnished. The other, in advancing, threw

her legs up, and exposed all the underside of her thighs and a part of her

bottom, and you could just discern that there was dark hair between the

lower thighs and bottom.

As they considered me but a child, I was no check to their mirth and sport.

On the contrary, the gave me a long rope to pull down the swing when at

its highest, and I sat down on the grass in front for greater convenience.

The fine limbs and hairy quims exposed freely before me from moment to

moment excited my passions. None of them wore more than one petticoat,

and they had no drawers, so that when they mounted to the highest point

from me, I had the fullest possible view of all. My cock soon rose to a

painful extent, which I really believe was noticed and enjoyed by them, I

observed, too, that I was an object of attention to Miss Evelyn, who shortly

seated herself in the swing, and allowed me to swing her with the end of

the rope. I even fancied that she threw up her legs more than was at all

necessary; at all events, she naturally, with the strong feelings I had

towards her, excited me more than all the rest.

We were as merry as could be, and we passed a delightful evening until

eight o'clock, when it began to rain. As it continued, and became very

heavy, Mr. Robinson ordered out the closed carriage to take us home. It

was a brougham, only seated for two. Mary took Eliza on her knee, Miss

Evelyn took me upon hers. I know not how it happened, but her lovely arm

soom passed round my body as if to hold me on her knee, and her hand

fell, apparently by accident, exactly on my cock—the touch was electric. In

an instant, my member stood stiff and strong beneath her hand. Still Miss

Evelyn, who must have felt the movement going on beneath her fingers,

did not remove her hand, but rather seemed to press more upon it. In my

boyish ignorance, I imagined she was not aware of what was happening.

The motion and jolting of the carriage over rough road caused her hand to

rub up and down upon my erected and throbbing member. I was almost

beside myself, and to conceal my condition I feigned sleep. I let my head

fall on Miss Evelyn's shoulder and neck—she allowed this.

Whether she thought I had really fallen asleep I know not, but I was quite

sensible that her fingers pressed my swollen and throbbing cock, and I

fancied she was measuring its size.

The tight grasp she managed to gain, and the continued jolting of the

carriage, brought me up at last to such a pitch state that a greater jolt than

usual, repeated two or three times in succession, each followed by a

firmer pressure of her charming fingers, caused me such an excess of

excitement that I actually swooned away with the most delicious sensation

I had ever experienced in my life. I was some time before I knew where I

was, or what I was about, and was only made conscious of our arrival at

home by Miss Evelyn shaking me to rouse me up. I stumbled up, but

though partially stupefied, I fancied Miss Evelyn's eyes shone with a

brilliancy I had never before observed, and that there was a bright hectic

flush on her cheek. She refused to go into the parlour, but hurried to bed

on pretence of a headache.

When I retired to bed, and took off my shirt, I found it all sticky and wet in


It was thus I paid down my first tribute to Venus. I thought long over this

evident approach to familiarity on the part of Miss Evelyn, and went to

sleep with a lively hope of a more private interview with her, when I trusted

that her evident passion would initiate me in the pleasures to be derived

from her beauteous body.

But again fate intervened, and another, not less beautiful, more

experienced, and more inclined for the sport, was to be my charming

mistress in love's revels.

Two days after this, Mr. Benson was unexpectedly called away on

pressing affairs, which he feared might detain him three weeks. He left

Mrs. B. with us. As he had to be driven about nine miles to the town where

the coach passed, mamma took the opportunity of going to the town with

him. Mrs. B. complained of not being equal to the fatigue, and mamma

told Miss Evelyn she would like her company, and as the two girls wanted

new shoes, they could go also; I was to remain at home, and mamma

desired me to be quiet and attentive to Mrs. Benson, who, observing no

one, said to me, with a peculiar look:

"I shall want you to hold my skeins, Charlie, so don't go out of the way, but

be ready for me as soon as they are gone."

She then went up to her bedroom, where Mr. B. immediately joined her,

no doubt to re-enact the scene I had already witnessed from the closet on

a previous day. They were fully half an hour occupied together. At length,

all was ready, and off they went, leaving me to a fate I had little dreamt of.

Mrs. B. proposed we should go up to the drawing-room, which looked out

to the garden, and was nowhere overlooked. I followed her, and could not

help admiring her fine figure as she preceded me in going upstairs.

Although pale in complexion, she was well made, and very elegant in her

carriage, and sat down on a low easy chair, throwing herself completely

back, and crossing one leg over the other, apparently without being aware

that she carried her petticoats up with the action, and exhibited the

beautiful underleg up to the garter.

I had never forgotten the day, when secreted in the closet, I had seen

them completely exposed, and how charming they were. Her present

negligent attitude, although far from the same exposure I speak of, was

still, with the former recollection running in my head, enough to set my

whole blood on fire. I have before remarked what a power beautiful and

well-stockinged legs, and ankles and small feet, had upon my nervous

system, and so it was now. As I gazed upon her handsome legs, ankles,

and feet, I felt my prick swell and throb in a manner that could not fail to be

perceptible to Mrs. B, especially as her head lay on a level with that part of

my person as I stood before her.

Although she continued knitting, I could see that her eyes were directed to

that part of my person, and fixed upon the increasing distention of my

trousers. In a few minutes she gave me a skein of worsted to hold, and

desired me to kneel in front of her, so as to bring my hands down to the

level of the low chair on which she was seated.

I knelt close to the footstool on which her foot rested; it was raised up, and

a very slight movement brought it against my person, at first rather below

where my throbbing prick was distending my trousers. As she commenced

to wind her ball, she gradually pushed her foot further forward, until the toe

actually touched the knob of my cock, and occasionally moved it right and

left, exciting me beyond measure.

I flushed up to the very ears, and trembled so violently that I


I should have dropped the skein.

"My dear boy, what is the matter with you, that you blush and tremble so,

are you unwell?"

I could not answer, blushed more than ever. The skein at length was


"Charles," she said, "get up, and come here."

I rose and stood by her side.

"What have you got in your trousers that is moving?"

And here her busy fingers commenced unbuttoning them. Released from

confinement, out started my prick—stiff as iron, and as large as that of a

youth of eighteen. Indeed, I was better hung than one boy selected out of

five hundred of that age. Mrs. B., who had pretended to be perfectly

astonished, exclaimed—

"Good gracious, what a pego! Why Charles, my darling, you are a man not

a boy. What a size to be sure!" and she gently handled it. "Is it often in this


"Yes, ma'am."

"For how long?"

"Ever since Miss Evelyn came."

"And pray, sir, what has Miss Evelyn's coming had to do with it?"


"Come now, Charles, be candid with me; what is it you mean where you

say Miss Evelyn has caused you to be in such a state, have you shown

her this, and has she handled it?"

"Oh! dear no; never, never!"

"Is it her face, her bosom, or her legs that have captivated you?"

"It was her feet and ankles, ma'am, with her beautiful legs, which she

sometimes exhibited without knowing."

"And do all ladies' legs and ankles produce this effect upon you?"

"Oh, yes, ma'am, if they are neat and pretty!"

"And what make you so excited now?"

"It was the sight of your beautiful legs just now, and the recollection of

what I saw the other day, ma'am," I stammered out, blushing more than


While this conversation was going on, her soft hand grasped my distended

prick, and had commenced slowly slipping the loose skin over the swollen

head, and allowing it to slip back again.

"I suppose, Charles, after what you saw in the closet, you know what this

is meant to do."

I muttered out an indistinct reply that I did, and I hung down my blushing


"You have never put it into a lady, have you?"

"Oh! dear no, ma'am."

"Would you like to do so?"

I did not answer, but sheepishly held down my head.

"Did you see what I had in the same place, when you were in the closet?"

I muttered, "Yes, ma'am."

"Would it afford you any pleasure to see it again?"

"Oh, yes; so much!"

Mrs. B. rose, went to the window, drew down the blind, then gently turned

the key in the door. Returning to the chair, and drawing well up her dress,

petticoats and chemise, she exposed all her person up to the middle of

her belly; and sat down stretching herself backwards, and opening her

thighs well.

"Well, my dear boy, look at it if you wish."

I was no longer shy. Nature prompted me to an act of gallantry that

gratified the lady immensely. Falling on my knees, I glued my lips to the

delicious spot, pushing my tongue in as far as I could, and sucked it. It

was quite spunky; I had no doubt but that Mr. B. had fucked her two or

three times just before leaving. This, however, made no difference to me.

The attack was as unexpected as it was delightful to the lady. She placed

both hands on my head and pressed my face against her throbbing cunt.

She was evidently hotly excited, not only by what I was then doing, but by

the scene, the conversation, and the handling of my prick, which she had

been indulging in. She wriggled her bottom nervously below me, I

continued to greedily lick her moist and juicy cunt.

"Oh! oh! dear Charles, what exquisite delight you are giving me. Oh! oh!"

And she pressed my face more fully into the gaping sheath, and thrusting

her bottom up at the same time, spent right into my mouth, over my

cheeks, chin, and neck. Her thighs closed convulsively round my head,

and for some moments she remained still. I continued to lick away, and

swallowed the delicious spunk that still flowed from her. At last she spoke


"Oh! you darling Charles, I love you for ever; but get up, it is now my turn

to give you a taste of the exquisite pleasure you have given me."

I raised myself, and she drew me to her, and gave me a long kiss, licking

her own sperm from off my lips and cheek; and desiring me to thrust my

tongue into her mouth, she sucked it deliciously, while her soft hand and

gentle fingers had again sought, found, and caressed my stiff-standing

prick. She then desired me to lay myself on the floor, with three pillows to

raise my head, and lifting up all her petticoats, and striding across me,

with her back to my face, she knelt down, then stooping forward, she took

my standing prick in her mouth, and at the same time lowering her

buttocks, brought her beautiful cunt right over and down upon my mouth,

the pillows exactly supporting my head at the proper level, to command a

thorough enjoyment of the whole, which now I had completely before my


In the former sucking my own position hid everything from view beyond

the rich mass of hair adorning her splendid mount of Venus, which I found

to be much more abundant than it had appeared to me when I had seen it

from the closet. When I applied my lips to the delicious gap, I found that

she had the most beautiful silky light curls running up to and around her

charming pink bottom-hole, and losing themselves in the chink between

the buttocks. I applied myself furiously to the delicious gash, and sucked

and thrust my tongue in alternately. I could see by the nervous twitching of

her buttocks, and the bearing down of her whole bottom on my face, how

much she was enjoying it. I, to, was in an extasy of delight. One hand

gently frigged the lower portion of my prick, while the other played with my

balls, and her beautiful mouth, lips, and tongue sucked, pressed, and

tickled the head of my excited prick. The more furiously I sucked her cunt,

the more her lips compressed the head of my pego, and her tongue

sought to enter the urethra, giving me almost overpowering delight. Such

reciprocal efforts soon brought on the extatic crisis, I cried out:

"Oh, lady! oh, dear lady! let me go; I am dying!"

She knew well enough what was coming, but she had her own way, and at

the instant that she again poured down upon my mouth and face a

plenteous discharge, her own rosy mouth received a torrent of my sperm.

For some minutes we lay mutually breathless and exhausted. Then Mrs.

B. rose, shook down her clothes, assisted me to rise, and taking me in her

arms, and pressing me lovingly to her bosom, told me I was a dear

charming fellow, and had enraptured her beyond measure. She then

embraced me fondly, kissing my mouth and eyes, and desiring me to give

her my tongue, sucked it so sweetly.

"Now, fasten up your trousers, my darling boy."

When I had done so, the blind was drawn up, and the door unlocked.

We sat down, I by her side with one arm round her lovely neck, and the

other clasped in her hand.

"I am sure I can depend upon your prudence, my dear Charles, to keep all

this a profound secret from every one. Your mamma thinks you a child,

and will suspect nothing. I shall take an opportunity of suggesting that you

shall sleep in the small room adjoining my bedroom, and with which there

is a door of communication. When every one is gone to bed, I shall open

the door, and you shall come and sleep with me, and I will let you enjoy

me as you saw Mr. B. do the other day. Will you like that?"

"Oh! above all things, oh, yes. But you must also allow me to kiss that

delicious spot again that has just given me such pleasure. Will you not,


"Oh, yes, my darling boy, whenever we can do so safely, and unobserved;

but I must impress upon you never to seem very familiar with me before

any one, or to take the slightest liberty unless I invite you to do so.

Anything of the sort would certainly draw attention, and lead to our

detection, and at once put an end to what I mean shall be a delightful

connection for you as well as myself."

I, of course, promised the most perfect obedience to her very prudent

directions. The ice was broken, and we allowed no ceremony to stand

between us. I grew again very excited, and would fain have proceeded at

once to try again to fuck her as well as suck her, but she was inexorable,

and told me I should only spoil the pleasure we should afterwards have in

bed. The day passed like an hour in her charming society.

The carriage brought mamma and party to dinner. Mamma hoped I had

behaved well, and been attentive to Mrs. B. in her absence. She answered

nothing could be better, and that I was quite a model youth—so gentle and

so obedient.

My mother found that she had caught cold, and had febrile symptoms after

dinner. Mrs. B. persuaded her to retire to bed, and accompanied her.

When in her room, she apparently noticed, for the first time, my little bed.

She took the opportunity of suggesting that it would be much better to

remove it to the small room, so as to leave my mother in perfect quiet,

which my coming to bed might disturb.

This was said in such an innocent natural manner, that no suspicion was

excited on the part of mamma or anybody else. Mamma only making the

objection that my early rising might by my noise disturb Mrs. B. in the next


"Oh, no; I am not so easily disturbed, besides he has been so well

behaved all day, that I am sure, if I tell him to be quiet in the morning, he

will not fail to do so."

So it was settled, and my bed was at once removed to the little room.

I know not what Miss Evelyn thought of this; at any rate, she made no

remark, and I went to bed early. It will easily be conceived that I did not go

to sleep. The hours struck one after the other, and no appearance of my

amiable instructress. The remembrance of all her charms was ever

present to my mind's eye, and I longed once more to dart my tongue into

her moist and juicy cunt, as well as to try the new method that was to

initiate me into the real secrets of Venus.

The long delay of her coming put me in a perfect fever. I tossed and

tumbled in bed; my prick throbbed almost to bursting. Fortunately, I had

never frigged myself, and that resource never occured to me, or I might

have rendered myself quite incapable of enjoying the raptures my

beautiful benefactress afterwards entranced me with. At last I heard

voices and footsteps on the stairs. Mrs. B. bid Miss Evelyn good night, and

the next minute her door was opened, closed again, and the key turned in

the lock. I had taken the precaution to do so with my door. I heard her use

the night vase, and then she opened my door, at once coming to my bed

side. Seeing me awake and quite flushed, she kissed me, and


"Have you not been to sleep, Charles?"

"No, ma'am," I answered, in the same subdued tone, "I could not sleep."

"Why, dear boy?"

"Because I was going to sleep with you."

Her lips pressed mine, and her soft hand, thrust under the clothes; sought

for and caressed my stiff-standing prick—it was as hard as iron.

"Poor boy, I am afraid you have been suffering. How long has it been in

this state?"

"All the evening, ma'am, and I did think you were such a long time in


"Well, Charles, I could not come sooner without causing suspicion—I

thought Miss Evelyn was suspicious, so I pretended to have no desire to

go to bed; and even when she showed evident symptoms of drowsiness

after her long ride, I rallied her upon it, and begged her to sit up with me

yet a little; until at last she could hold out no longer, and begged me to let

her retire. I grumblingly complied, and she is thrown completely off any

scent on our account, as she could never suppose I was impatient as you

to come here. I shall undress as fast as possible, and then do my best to

relieve you of this painful stiffness. Get up, shut this door, and come to my

bed. My room has an inner baize door, and we shall there be certain of not

being overheard."

I instantly complied, and she commenced undressing. Every detail of her

charming toilet was devoured by my greedy eyes. Her smooth, glossy,

and abundant hair, arranged in braids, was neatly fastened in under a

coquettish lace cap with pretty blue ribbons. Her chemise de nuit of the

finest, almost transparent cambric was edged with fine openwork. She

looked devine. The drawers of the commode contained scent bags of that

peculiar odour which is generally found to perfume the persons of the

most seductive women. In another moment she was in bed, clasping me

in her arms.

"Now, Charles, you must be a good boy, and make no noise, and allow

me to teach you your first love lesson, see I will lay myself down on my

back, thus—do you place yourself on your knees between my out-spread

thighs—there, that is a darling—now let me lay hold of your dear

instrument. Now lay yourself down on me."

I placed myself on her beautiful smooth and white belly and pressed

against the hair of her mount. With her long taper fingers she guided my

prick—I trembled in every limb and almost felt sick with excitement—but

when I felt the delicious sensation caused by the insertion of my skinned

pintle between the smooth warm oily folds of the lady's cunt—I gave but

one shove which carried me up so that I swooned away on her belly and

milk-white bosom.

When I came to myself I still lay on her belly, enfolded in her lovely arms,

my prick sheathed up to the cods in her delicious cunt, which was

throbbing in the most extatic way and pressing and closing with every fold

on my prick—which had hardly lost any of its pristine stiffness; as my eyes

began to discern her features, an exquisite smile played upon my darling

companion's lips.

"You sad rogue," she whispered, "you have given me a baby; what have

you been doing to make you spend so soon, and in such a quantity, Did

you like it?"

"Oh, dearest madam, I have been in heaven—surely no joy can be greater

than you have given me."

"But you do not know as yet everything that is to be done, and to how

much greater an extent the pleasure may be enhanced by mutual efforts;

move your instrument gently in and out—there, that is delicious, but not so

fast. Good, is it not nice!"

And she moved in unison with me, meeting each slow thrust down by an

equal movement upwards, and squeezing my prick in the most delicious

manner internally, as she retired again to meet succeeding thrusts in the

same way.

Oh! it was extatic—my prick, swollen to its utmost size, seemed to fill her

exquisite vagina, which although capable of easily accommodating the

larger prick of Mr. B., appeared to be sufficiently contracted to embrace

tightly with its smooth and slippery folds my stiff throbbing prick. So we

continued, I shoving myself into her, and she upheaving her beautiful

bottom to meet me. My hands removed everywhere, and my mouth

sucked her lips and tongue, or wandered over her pulpy breasts sucking

their tiny nipples. It was a long bout indeed, prolonged by Mrs. Benson's

instructions, and she enjoyed it thoroughly, encouraged me by every

endearing epithet, and by the most voluptuous manoeuvres. I was quite

beside myself. The consciousness that I was thrusting my most private

part into that part of a lady's person which is regarded with such sacred

delicacy caused me to experience the most enraptured pleasure.

Maddened by the intensity of my feeling I at length quickened my pace.

My charming companion did the same, and we together yielded down a

most copious and delicious discharge.

Although I retained sufficient rigidity to keep him in his place, Mrs. B.

would not allow any further connection with her, and she made me

withdraw, and bade me go to sleep like a good boy, and she would give

me a further lesson in the morning.

Finding that she was determined on this point, and that she disposed

herself to slumber, I felt I was obliged to follow her example, and at last fell

fast asleep. It might be about five in the morning, quite light at that time of

year, when I awoke, and instead of finding myself, as usual, in my own

little bed—I found my arms round the person of a charming woman,

whose large plump smooth bottom lay in my lap, pressing against my belly

and thigh. I found my prick already in a rampant state, and it at once

began throbbing and forcing its way between the delicious cheeks of her

immense bottom, seeking the delightful sheath it had so enjoyed the

previous part of the night. Whether Mrs. B, was asleep or not, I do not

know, but am inclined to think she really was so, from the muttered

mistake she made in waking. She was probably dreaming, for she

mechanically raised her thighs. I pressed my prick stoutly forward against

her luxurious body, knowing that the entrance to the temple of pleasure

which had so entranced me the night before lay in that direction. I found

more difficulties than I expected, but at length began to penetrate,

although the orifice appeared much tighter than on the previous evening.

Excited by the difficulties of entrance, I clasped the lady firmly round the

waist and pushed forcibly and steadily forward. I felt the folds give way to

the iron stiffness of my prick, and one-half of it was fairly embedded in my

extremely tight sheath. I put down my hand to press my prick a little

downwards to facilitate the further entrance; you may imagine my

astonishment when on so doing I found myself in the lady's bottom-hole,

instead of her cunt. This at once explained the difficulty of entrance. I was

about to withdraw and place it in the proper orifice when a convulsive

pressure of the sphincter caused me such exquisite satisfaction by the

pressure of the folds on the more sensitive upper half of my prick, which

was so delicious, and so much tighter, and more exciting than my previous

experience of the cunt that I could not resist the temptation of carrying the

experiment to the end. Therefore, thrusting my two fingers into her cunt, I

pressed my belly forwards with all my might, and sheathed my prick in her

bottom-hole to its full extent. Mrs. B at this awoke, and exclaimed, "Good

Heavens! Fred, you hurt me cruelly. I wish you would be content with my

cunt, I shall be unable to walk tomorrow. You know it always has that

effect. It is downright cruel of you—but since you are in, stay quiet a little,

and then continue to frig me with your fingers, as you know that eventually

gives me great pleasure."

She calls me Fred, what can she mean? I was, however, too agreeably

situated to speculate on anything, but as I was now buried within her

bottom-hole, I lay quiet for a few minutes as she had requested; and as

her complaints subsided, and I felt a slight reciprocating movement, I, too,

moved within her, working at the same time my two fingers in her cunt. By

this time she was wide awake, and became conscious of who was her


"What are you about, Charles?" she exclaimed, "do you know where you


"I did not know I was doing anything wrong."

"Doing wrong, indeed! My, a lady's bottom-hole was never intended for a

pego. How came you to put it in there?"

"I cannot tell; I did not do it on purpose. I thought I was going into the

same delightful place I was in last night."

All this time I was moving my prick in and out of one aperture, and my

fingers were working away in the other. The tightness of the sheath round

my prick was delicious beyond anything I could conceive, and I think, from

the way the lady conducted herself, she liked it as much as I did. At any

rate, she permitted me to go on until I had a delicious discharge; and she

herself spent all over my hand.

When the bout was over, she jumped out of bed, went to the basin, and

with a sponge purified herself. After which, she said—

"My dear boy, you had better come and wash yourself, too; and take care

not to make a mistake of this kind again, as it is sometimes attended with

disagreeable consequences."

It was now perfect sunny daylight, and my enchanting mistress looked so

lovely in her almost transparent cambric night-shirt that I was emboldened

to ask her to let me see her perfectly naked in all her glorious beauty of

form. She gratified me at once; but laughingly, pulled off my night-shirt,

and said—

"I, too, must have the pleasure not only of contemplating your promising

youthful charms, but of embracing your dear form disencumbered of all

the superfluities of dress."

We clasped each other in a most enrapturing embrace, and then my lovely

and engaging companion allowed me to turn her in every direction so as

to see, admire, and devour every charm of her exquisitely formed body.

Oh! she was indeed beautiful—shoulders broad, bosom, or rather upper

neck, flat, not showing any projection of the collar bone; bubbies firm, well

separated and round, with most exquisite rosy nipples not much

developed; a perfect waist, small naturally, with charming swelling hips,

and an immense bottom—it was almost out of proportion, large, but oh,

how beautiful. Then her belly, undulating so enticingly, and swelling out,

the lowest part into a very fine and prominent mons Veneris, covered with

a thick crop of silky and curly light hair; then the entrance to the grotto of

Venus had such delicious pouting lips, rosy, but with hair still thick on each

side, which is often not the case even with women who have a sufficient

tuft above, how beautiful where it exists as it did in this charming and

perfect woman, continuing in beautiful little curls not only down to but

around her lovely pinky and puckered little bottom-hole, the delights of

which I had already, in this infancy of my love education, tasted and

enjoyed. Her two alabaster thighs, worthily supporting by their large well-

rounded fleshy forms, the exquisite perfections of the upper body, I have

already described. How beautiful, elegant, and elongated her legs were,

rising from well-turned ankles and most tiny beautiful feet. Her skin was

white as milk, and dazzlingly fair and smooth. To my young eyes she was

a perfect goddess of beauty. Even now, in advanced life, I can remember

nothing that, as a whole surpassed her, although I have met many with

points unsurpassingly beautiful—some carry it in the bosom, some in the

general carriage, some in the mount of Venus and bottom together, and

some in legs and thighs; but this devine creature, without having the

appearance of it when dressed, was, when stripped, perfect in all her parts

as well as beautiful in face—caressing and voluptuous by nature, and

lending herself, with the most enchanting graces to instruct me in all the

mysteries of love, and let me say, of lust also.

We caressed each other with such mutual satisfaction that nature soon

drove us to a closer and more active union of the bodies. Fondly

embracing one another, we approached the bed, and being equally

excited threw ourselves upon it, and, in the exquisite contact of our naked

flesh, enjoyed a long, long bout of love, in which my most charming

companion exhibited all the resources of amorous enjoyment. Never shall

I forget the luxury of that embrace. She checked my natural tendency to

rush at once to a completion. I think we must have enjoyed the raptures of

that embrace fully half an hour before bringing on the grand finale, in

which my active companion showed the extraordinary suppleness of her

delicious body by throwing her legs over my back, pushing my bottom

forward with her heels, and raising and sinking her bottom in unison with

each thrust of my terribly stiff prick, which seemed to swell and become

thicker and harder than ever. In retiring from each thrust, her cunt seemed

to close upon my prick with the force of a pair of pincers. We both came to

the extatic moment at the same time, and both actually screamed with

delight; my ardent mistress in her fury of excitement actually bit my

shoulder and drew blood; but I felt it not—I was in the seventh heaven of

delight, and lay for long almost insensible on her beauteous body, clasped

in her loving arms. On coming to our senses:

"Oh, my beloved boy," she said, "never, never, have I experienced such

pleasure. You are a perfect angel. I only fear I shall come to love you too


We turned on our sides without dislodging the dear instrument of our

enjoyment, and my lovely friend prattled on and delighted me with her

toying, embracing, and gaiety. My prick had once more swelled up, and I

wished to quietly enjoy a fuck in the luxurious position in which we lay; but

my lovely friend said—

"That must not be, my dear Charles, I must consider your health. You

have already done more than your age warrants, and you must rise and

go to your bed to recover, by a sound sleep, your strength."

"But feel how strong I am," and I gave a forcible thrust into her glowing

and well-moistened sheath. But, though she certainly was greatly excited,

she suddenly turned round and unseated me, and drew away from me,

refusing to take it again. As she was quite naked, the movements of her

beauteous form were most graceful and enchanting, and one leg being

thrown backwards left her lovely cunt full in view, and actually gaping open

before me. Seized with the strongest desire to suck and kiss it, as I had

done the night before, I begged that at least she would grant me that last

favour, as it could not in any way do me harm. To this she readily

consented, and lay down on her back, opening her glorious thighs, and

with a pillow under her bottom so as to raise up her cunt into a better

position for me to gamahuche her, as she called it. Before letting me

begin, she said—

"My dear Charles, do you see that little projection at the upper part of my

quim, that is my clitoris, and is the site of the most exquisite sensation;

you see it is rather hard, even now, but you will find as you titillate it with

your tongue or suck it, that it will become harder and more projecting, so

apply your lips there."

I did as my lovely mistress desired, and soon found it stiffen and stand up

nearly an inch into my mouth.

The convulsive twitches of her buttocks, the pressure forward of her hand

on my head, all proved the exquisite felicity my lovely friend was enjoying.

I slipped my hand under my chin—the position was awkward, but I

managed to thrust my thumb into her cunt. My forefinger was somewhat in

the way—but finding it exactly opposite the rosy hole of her bottom, and all

being very moist there, I pushed it forward and it easily entered. I could

not move my hand very actively, but I continued to gently draw my finger

and thumb a little back together, and then thrust forward again. It seemed

to add immensely to the pleasure I was giving her; her whole body

quivered with excessive excitement. My head was pressed so firmly

against her cunt that I had difficulty in breathing, but I managed to keep up

the action of tongue and fingers until I brought on the exquisite crisis—her

buttocks rose, her hand pressed hard on my head and her two powerful

and fleshy thighs closed on my cheeks on each side and fixed me as if in

a vice, while she poured down into my mouth and all over my chin, neck,

and hand a perfect rush of sperm, and then lay in convulsive movements

of enjoyment, hardly knowing what she was doing. As she held me so fast

in every way, I continued to lick up the delicious discharge, and continued

at the same time to pass my tongue over her clitoris. This, by producing a

new excitement, brought her senses round. So relaxing her hold of me

with her thighs she said—

"Oh, my darling Charles, come up to my arms that I may kiss you for the

exquisite delight you have given me." I did so, but took care, in drawing

myself up, to engroove my stiff-standing prick in the well-moistened open

cunt that lay raised on a pillow so conveniently in the way.

"Oh, you sad traitor," cried my sweet companion. "No, I cannot, I must not

allow it," but I held her tight round the waist, and her position was too

favourable for me to be easily unhorsed.

"Ah! you must not, my dear boy. If you will not consider yourself, consider

me. I shall be quite exhausted." I shut her mouth with my kisses and

tongue, and soon the active movements I was making within her charming

vagina exercised their usual influence on her lubricity, so as to make her

as eager for the fray as myself.

"Stop, my dear Charles, and you shall have it in a new position, which will

give you as much more pleasure as it will me."

"You are not going to cheat me, are you?"

"Oh, no! my darling, I am now as much on fire as you are—withdraw."

I obeyed, half in fear. My fair mistress turned herself round, and getting on

her hands and knees, presented to my ardent gaze her magnificent

bottom. I thought she meant me to once more put it into the rosy little

orifice, and said so.

"Oh! no," she replied, "not there"; but putting her hand under her belly, and

projecting it backwards between her thighs, she said—

"Give it me and I will guide it into the proper place."

Before doing so I stooped forward and pushing my face between the

glorious cheeks of her bottom, sought and found the lovely little orifice,

kissed it, and thrust my tongue in.

"Oh! don't Charles, dear, you tickle me so," then flinching, and squeezing

her buttocks together, I had nothing for it but to put my prick in her hand.

She immediately guided it to and engulphed it in her burning cunt up to the

very hair. I found I apparently got in fully an inch further this way—the

position also gave my beautiful instructress more power of pressure on my

prick—then her glorious buttocks, heaving under my movements, and

exposed in all their immensity, was most exciting and beautiful. I seized

her below the waist with a hand upon each hip, pressing her magnificent

backside against me each time that I thrust forward. Oh! it was indeed

glorious to see. I was beside myself, and furious with the excitement the

view of all these charms produced upon me. My charming mistress

seemed equally to enjoy it, as was evinced by the splendid movements of

her body; till at last overcome by the grand finale, she sank forward on her

belly, and I followed on her back, without losing the position of my

throbbing prick within her. We both lay for some time incapable of

movement, but the internal squeezing and convulsive pressure of her cunt

on my softened, but still enlarged prick, were exquisite beyond imagining.

At last she begged me to relieve her. Getting out of bed, she sighed

deeply, kissed me tenderly, and said, "My dear Charles, we must not be

so extravagant in future, it will destroy us both—come, let me see you to

your bed." The sight of my lovely mistress standing naked in all the glory

of her beauty and perfection of form began to have its usual effect upon

my prick, which showed symptoms of raising his head again; she gave it a

pat, stooped down, and for a moment plunged its head into her beautiful

mouth, then seizing my night-shirt, she threw it over my head and

conducted me to my own bed, put me in, tucked me up, and tenderly

kissing me, left the room, first unlocking my door and then locking the door

of communication between the two rooms. Thus passed the first glorious

night of my initiation into all the rites of Venus, and at the hands of a

lovely, fresh and beautiful woman, who had only been married long

enough to make her a perfect adept in the art. Never, oh never! have I

passed such a night. Many and many a fine woman, perfect too in the art

of fucking, have I enjoyed, but the novelty and the charm, the variety and

the superiority of the teacher, all combined to make this night the ne plus

ultra of erotic pleasure.

It need not be said that, exhausted by the numerous encounters I had in

love's battlefield, I fell into a deep and sound sleep, until aroused by being

rudely shaked up. I opened my eyes in astonishment. It was my sister

Mary. She threw her arms round my neck, and kissing me, said—

"You lazy boy, do you know they are all down at breakfast, and you still

asleep. What has come over you?"

"Oh!" I said, "I got frightened with a horrible dream, and lay awake so long

afterwards that when I did sleep, I overslept myself."

"Well, get up at once," and pulling the clothes quite off me, she laid bare

my whole private parts, with my cock, as usual in youth on waking, at full


"Oh! Charlie," said Mary, fixing her eyes upon it in astonishment at its

thickness and length. "How your doodle has grown," and she laid hold of

it. "Why it is as hard as wood, and see how red its head is." Without her

knowing why, it evidently had its natural effect on her sense, and she

flushed as she squeezed it.

"Ah! my dear Mary, I have learnt a great secret about that thing, which I

will tell you the first time we can be quite alone and secure from

interruption. Just now there is no time, but before you go downstairs, let

me see how your poor little Fanny is."

We had been used to these infantile expressions when in our ignorance

and innocence we had mutual examinations of the difference of our sexes,

and my sister was still as ignorant and innocent as ever. So when I said

that I had not seen it since it was so ill-treated in the terrible whipping she

had received from Miss Evelyn, she at once pulled up all her petticoats for

me to look at it.

"Lie back for a moment on the bed."

She complied. I was delighted. The prominence her mons Veneris had

assumed, the increased growth of moss-like little curls, and the pouting

lips of her tiny slit—all was most promising and charming. I stooped and

kissed it, licking her little prominent clitoris with my tongue; it instantly

hardened, and she gave a convulsive twitch of her loins.

"Oh! Charlie, how nice it is! What is it you are doing? Oh, how nice!

Oh, pray go on."

But I stopped, and said—

"Not at present, my darling sister, but when we can get away together I will

do that and something much better, all connected with the great secret I

have got to tell you. So run downstairs, and tell them why I had overslept

myself, but not a word to anyone about what I have told you. I will be down

in a trice."

She went away, saying—

"Oh, Charlie, dear, what you did just now was so nice, and has made me

feel so queer; do find an early opportunity of telling me all about it."

Very few minutes sufficed to finish my toilet and bring me to the breakfast


"Why, Charlie," broke out my mother, "what is this horrid dream?"

"I can hardly tell you, my dear mother, it was so confused; but I was

threatened to be murdered by horrid-looking men, and at last taken to high

rocks and thrown down. The agony and fright awoke me, screaming, and

all over perspiration. I could not sleep for hours after, even though I hid my

head under the clothes."

"Poor child," said Mrs. Benson, who was quietly eating her


"What a fright you must have had."

"Yes, ma'am, and at the same time, as I awoke with a scream, I was afraid

I might have disturbed you, for all at once I remembered I was no longer in

mamma's room, but next door to you. I hope I did not wake you?"

"Oh, no, my dear boy; I never heard you, or I should have got up to see

what was the matter."

So it passed off, and no further observation was made about it, but I once

caught Mrs. Benson's eye, and the expression and a slight nod was a sign

of approval of my story. After breakfast we went as usual to the school-

room. I thought Miss Evelyn was kinder in her manner to me than usual.

She made me stand close to her when saying my lessons, occasionally

letting her left arm fall round my neck, while she pointed to my book with

the finger of the right, and there was always a certain pressure before

raising her arm again. These little caresses were frequently repeated, as if

she were wishing either to accustom me or herself to a habit of it, so as,

doubtless, gradually to increase them to something more definite. I could

not help feeling what a different effect these endearments would have had

twenty-four hours earlier; but now, momentarily satisfied passions, and the

new love that had seized me for Mrs. B., prevented at first the inevitable

cockstand that would otherwise have been produced by these approaches

of Miss Evelyn. Not that I had given up all desire to possess her. On the

contrary, my last night's instruction only made me more anxious to have

Miss Evelyn too. Therefore, I by no means repulsed her present caresses,

but looked up innocently in her face, and smiled affectionately. In the

afternoon she was more expansive, and drew me to her by her arm round

my waist, and pressed me gently to her person, saying how well I was

attending to my lessons, and how sorry she was to have been obliged to

punish me so severely the week before.

"You will be a good boy in future, will you not, dear Charlie?"

"Oh, yes; as long as you are so kind to me. I love you so much, and you

are so beautiful when you speak so kindly to me."

"Oh, you little flatterer."

And she drew me to her lips and gave me a sweet kiss, which I returned

with eagerness. I felt my prick had raised itself up to its full extent as these

caresses were exchanged, and as Miss Evelyn held me tight pressed

against her thigh, she must have felt it throbbing against her. That she did

so, I have no doubt, as her face flushed, and she said—

"There, now, that will do, go to your seat."

I obeyed; she rose in an agitated manner, left the room, and was absent

for a quarter of an hour. I had no doubt but that she was overcome by her

feelings, and I thought to myself she will manage to have me some of

these days. I could afford to leave it to her own discretion, as my charming

mistress of last night was there to keep me in exercise and cool the

effervescence of passion under which I should otherwise have laboured.

Nothing particular occured during the day; Mrs. B. was apparently

indifferent about me, and never sought to approach or be in any way

familiar; I studied her looks and followed her example. Mamma sent me

early to bed, as she feared I had not had sleep enough the previous night

by reason of my bad dream, and hoped I should have no more of the kind.

This time my beautiful mistress found me sound asleep when she came to

bed. She did not awake me until she had completed her night toilet, and

was all ready to receive me in her arms. I sprung up, and in an instant,

without a word being said, had her on her back, and was into her delicious

cunt as far as I could drive my stiff-standing prick. My energy and fury

seemed to please and stimulate the lady, for she replied to every eager

thrust with as eager a spring forward. In such haste matters were very

speedily brought to a crisis—with mutual sighs, and "oh's" and "ah's," we

sank exhausted, and lay for a very short time, when charming Mrs. B.


"Why, Charles, you are quite wild to me; what a hurry you have been in,

but it was very nice, and I forgive you, but you must be more rational in


"Oh, my beloved mistress, how can I help it; you are so beautiful, and so

good to me; I quite adore and love every part of your charming body. I

know I was too impetuous, but I must make it up by kissing and fondling

the dear source of all my joys."

She did not resist, but let me do as I liked. Pushing myself down the bed, I

applied my lips and tongue to her lovely cunt, all wet with our mutual

discharge, which was so sweet to the taste that I first began licking

between the lips, and the applied myself to her excited clitoris, and with

my finger and thumb working as on the previous morning I threw her into

an extasy of delight, until again she had a delicious discharge. Then

creeping up, I thrust my prick into her well-moistened and velvety cunt—as

you may imagine it was rampant as ever after my mouth contact with the

exquisite quim I had been sucking.

"Stop, Charles, darling, I will show you another position, where you can lie

easily with your dear delightful prick up to the hilt in the sheath you have

so charmingly excited. Here, lie down by my right side —on your side."

She lay down on her back, and throwing her right leg over my hips, told

me to bend my knees forward and open my legs, or rather lift up my right

leg. She placed her left thigh between my thighs, then slightly twisting her

bottom up towards me brought the lips of her cunt directly before my prick,

which she seized with her delicate fingers, and guided safely into Venus's

grotto. I gave one or two shoves, and she a heave or two, to house him


"And now," she said, "we will take it reasonably in this way; we can go on,

or stay occasionally; embrace, cuddle, or talk, just as we please. Are you

quite comfortable?"

"Oh! deliciously so!" I replied, as my hand wandered all over her beautiful

belly and bubbies, and then my mouth sucked the last.

"There, darling, that will do for the moment; I want to have some talk with

you. First, let me thank you for your very discreet behaviour this day, it

quite justifies the confidence I had in you. Your story of the dream was

capital, and just suited the purpose. I hope, my dear Charlie, that under

my auspices you will become a model lover—your aptitude has already

proved in several ways. First and best, with all the appearance of a boy,

you are quite a man, and even superior to many. You have already shown

great discretion and ready wit, and there is no reason to fear that you will

become a general favourite with our sex, who soon find out who is

discreet and who is otherwise—discretion is the trump card of success

with us. Alas! few of your sex understand this. Let me impress one lesson

on you, my dear Charles. You and I cannot continue long on our present

footing. My husband will return and carry me away, and although

circumstances will throw us at intervals into each other's arms—for you

may be sure you will be always welcome to me—yet my very absence will

force you to seek other outlets to the passions I have awakened and

taught their power. I have one piece of advice to give you as to your

conduct to newer lovers—for have them you must, my dear Charles,

however much you may fancy yourself now attached to me; with these, let

them all for some time imagine that each possesses you for the first time.

First of all, it doubles their satisfaction, and so increases your pleasure.

Your early discretion causes me to think that you will see all the

advantages of this conduct. I may add that if they suppose you have had

previous instruction, they, if they are women, will never rest until they have

drawn from you the secret of your first instructress. You might, of course,

tell some tale of a 'cock and a bull,' but in searching for the truth and

cross-questioning you when you are least aware of it, they will lead you

into contradictions, and the truth will at last be ferreted out. Now this would

be unjust to me, who have risked a good deal to give you the delightful

instructions of last night, and, as I hope, of many more. So you see, my

dear Charles, in all early cases you must enact the part of an ignoramus

seeking for instruction, with vague ideas of how to set about it. I hope,

while I am near you," she added, "no such occasion will arise, but I feel

certain, with your passions and your power, dear, darling fellow—push

away—I!—I!—I feel for cer—certain they will ar—arise."

Thus ended the very wise and excellent advice this charming woman was

giving me. Do not imagine that I did not pay great attention, and, indeed,

her very reasonable maxims became the guide of my after-life, and I owe

to them a success with women rarely otherwise obtained. Her sensible

remark had been drawn out to such a length, that my prick had so far

rebelled that he had throbbed inside of her delicious cunt so forcibly as to

produce a happy movement of her body that interrupted and cut short her


"Charlie, my darling, pass your middle finger down and rub it on my

clitoris, and then suck the nipple of my bubby next you, and work away

with your glorious prick."

I did as desired. She seconded me with an art quite peculiar to herself,

and at last we both died away in that love's death which is so

overpowering and so delicious. The glorious position we were in rendered

it almost impossible to lose ground, spend as often as you please; but if

my prick had been one that would have shrunk to nothing, the wonderful

power of retaining it within her possessed by my delicious mistress would

have prevented the possibility of exit.


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