THE PEARL,
A Journal of Facetić and Voluptuous
Reading.
No. 9 PUBLISHED MONTHLY. March, 1880
LA ROSE D'AMOUR.
Or the Adventures of a Gentleman in search of Pleasure.
Translated from the French.
(Continued)
The following day in the afternoon, Manette came into my room and asked me
to follow her to her chamber, whither she led, saying, "I have something to show you
that will please and satisfy you much more than your mistress could do."
I followed to her chamber, which after entering, she locked. I stood looking out
of a window while Manette went behind the bed, the curtains of which were drawn.
Hearing a light step advancing towards me I turned round, and Manette stood before
me entirely naked; she sprung into my arms, clasping me round the neck, and led me
to the bed, on which she seated herself.
I now saw what it was she had to show me, and being no ways loath to enter into
the combat with her, to which she had invited me, I threw off my coat and vest,
while she let down my pantaloons, and drew out my blunt but ever ready weapon,
then falling back on the bed, drew me on top of her. My cock soon ran its full length
into the soft and luscious sheath which nature intended for it. Twice before I got off
her did I open the floodgates of love's reservoir, and pour into her a stream of fiery
sperm, as each time she met me, letting down the very cream and essence of her
body so copiously that our thighs were bedewed with it.
From this time till my cousin left the castle did I enjoy Manette in the same
manner each day.
At the end of the second week after his coming my uncle announced his
departure for Paris on the following day, and told me to make all preparations to go
with him. When this was announced to my cousins and myself we determined to
make the best possible use of the day by spending it in the woods on the banks of a
small creek, with our respective mistresses.
It was Sunday morning, Raoul, myself, and Julien (for although I have not
mentioned him in connection with our love affairs, it must not be supposed that he
was idle in such things all the time, far from it; while Raoul and myself amused
ourselves with Manette and Rose he consoled himself in the arms of Marie, one of
the dairy maids, a large lusty brunette, and very good-looking, to whose bedchamber
he stole every night) set out, meeting the three girls at the place appointed, they
having gone on some time before us, carrying provisions and wine.
Having saluted our beauties we proceeded to arrange matters for a lunch, and sat
down or rather reclined on the green sward, and discussed the merits of some of the
good things they had provided for us, and after satisfying our appetites felt inclined
to taste of the other good things they had left, but which were not visible.
Accordingly, as a preparatory note, we would slip our hands in their bosoms,
and dallying awhile would roll them over on their backs, but in spite of our
endeavours we could not raise a petticoat, more than to just get a glimpse of a thigh,
resisting all our endeavours to get further into matters, saying, they would not
consent to such naughty things in sight of each other, and if we did not behave better
they would run off and leave us.
I then purposed we should undress and take a bath. "We will strip ourselves to
our shirts, and then strip you, and at the word of command each shall throw off their
nether garments."
To this there was some demurring on the part of our young ladies, as they felt
some shame at being seen by each other thus, especially Marie, whom neither Raoul
nor myself had seen till the present time, but we overruled their objections and
stripped to our shirts, then each going up to his mistress, commenced unhooking and
unlacing, and taking off frock and petticoats, till nothing but their shorts were left on
them. I gave the word of command, "off shirts." We threw our shirts off, but on
looking at our girls found them still standing in their shifts.
Finding they would not take their shifts off I proposed that one after the other
throw off and stand naked, and each as they did so to be examined in all parts by the
men, and their relative beauties compared, and offered to the one that would first do
so a handsome diamond ring.
Manette stood for the saying, "that having come there to meet and enjoy
ourselves with our lovers, and they having thrown off all covering, she would not
spoil the sport, as she was not ashamed to let them see all what she had, for she was
sure she had as pretty a leg and as sweet a little cunt as any girl in Brittany."
I was so much taken with the lusty Marie, Julien's mistress, her immense large
titties, her extraordinary large hips and thighs, above all her beautiful cunt, which
was covered up and hidden in a most luxuriant growth of jet black hair, which hung
down fully eight inches long, and from out of which peeped two large red pouting
lips, which looked most temptingly luscious, that I proposed we should each, after
our first bathe, change mistresses, so that each one should have enjoyed the
mistresses of the other two.
To this my cousins consented - with it the girls were much pleased as Manette
was very anxious to have me once more bury myself within the juicy folds and
recesses of her cunt; and Marie was also very willing, as she had whispered to me
while examining her, telling me that although she was large she had a little cunt, but
that Julien's prick was too small to give her much pleasure when he was in her; that
mine was nearly twice as large as his, and she was sure that if I would consent to try
her, I would like her much better than Rose.
I now led the way into the brook, leading Rose by the hand, the others following
us. Once in, we played and sportively wantoned in the water, playing all manner of
tricks, plunging them in over head and ears, and provoking them in every possible
way, and under pretence of washing our fair partners, we gave our hands every
liberty, going over every part, the breast, squeezing and moulding their titties, their
soft bellies, rubbing their thighs, their cunts, and all other parts; the girls at the same
time going over us in pretty much the same manner.
As we thus stood in the water, which was only about waist deep, our engines
erect, and in good working condition, with my arm around Rose's waist, I tried to
insert the nozzle of my engine into the mouth of her water-tight furnace, for the
purpose of putting out the fire which was raging within it, but could not succeed, as
we were unable to support one another.
My attention was drawn to a considerable splashing I heard, and on looking
round I perceived that Raoul and Julien had laid their nymphs down on the edge of
the water, their heads resting on the bank, and had got into them in that manner, the
motions of their backsides and bellies coming together making the water fly all over
them.
This was an example set before us, which Rose and I could not resist, so leading
her out of the water we sat down on the grass, under the shade of a tree, there setting
her across my thighs, her legs lapping around my backside, her soft, beautiful white
belly rubbing against mine. I dallied with her ruby-nippled titties, firm and springing
to the touch, with one hand, while with the other I was trying to make out the
entrance to the harbour of love, in order to make room for my masterpiece of nature,
that stood reared up between her thighs, and pressed hard against her belly, as if
demanding admittance and shelter within the soft and luscious sheath, which nature
had so bountifully supplied to a woman, and of which Rose possessed a most lovely
specimen. She in a fit of humour affected to elude my efforts to gain entrance into
her, trying to protract the desire she was wishing for, but managing her manoeuvers
so that they made the fire which was burning in us rage fiercer, and redoubled my
excitement.
I covered her with burning kisses, and her eyes shot forth humid fires, and,
languishing, seemed to melt beneath the long dark silken lashes which half concealed
them. We rolled and twined about on the green sward, locked in each other's arms,
till I at last got her under, with my knees between her thighs, and I was soon fairly
into her, while she, feeling the dart of love entering into the very depths of the
retreat, gave up, and lay at my mercy. But the fight growing fiercer and fiercer, she
soon brought me to a crisis, at the same time paying down her own tribute to man.
Closing her eyes and breathing a sigh she stretched out her limbs with a faint
shudder; the muscles instantly relaxing gave me to know that she had experienced
the greatest pleasure that woman is capable of receiving or man of giving.
We had not recovered out of our trance when the others came up, and slapping
us on our bare backsides soon brought us to.
Immediately on coming out of the water we changed partners, Raoul taking
Rose, Julien, Manette, and I, Marie, and on receiving her I lay down between her
beautiful legs, my cheek pillowed on the mossy hair that surmounted the gaping lips
of the delicious entrance below.
Reclining thus for some time, sipping wine, eating bon-bons and sweetmeats, we
dallied away an hour or two, till our passions began to rise in such a manner as to be
not long kept in subjection. My cousins, I suppose, thinking that being in the water
added to the pleasure they received from the girls while fucking them, or from the
novelty of the thing, proposed our going into the water again, and there enjoy our
mistresses. They did so, but I remained under the tree with Marie. When the others
got under the bank, I rose up, and spreading down all the dresses and petticoats, and
making a pillow of a coat, I made a comfortable bed for Marie to lie on. I invited her
to the combat. She got up and lay on the bed I had prepared for her, placing herself
in an excellent position to favour my entrance. I laid myself down on her gently, she
taking hold and guiding the head of the instrument into the opening, which was to
pierce her to the very vitals. After she had lodged the head between the lips of her
cunt, I titillated her with it for a moment and then slowly drove it into her, so slowly
that it was a full minute before it was all in, so tight was her cunt and so large was
my prick that they were stretched and gorged to the fullest extent.
Marie's cunt was small, very small indeed, most lusciously tight, and slowly
drawing my rod out to the head - the tightness of it causing so great a suction that it
sent a thrill of most exquisite pleasure through the whole body - then darting it into
her, and again drawing it out, and darting it in till I could no longer master myself,
my motions became so rapid and vigorous that we soon let down and mixed the
essence of our souls together.
Although I loved my little Rose, with her dear little cunt and all her charms,
although I found great pleasure when in the arms and enjoying the riper beauties of
her sister Manette, yet the sensations of delight and pleasure I had just received from
Marie were, in my mind, superior to them both.
I was the second time tasting and sipping of the sweets to be had in the arms of
Marie when the rest of the party broke in upon us, but we did not mind them, and
kept on till we had finished our work. After resting from our labours for some time,
and our appetites being sharpened, we got our nude syrens to rearrange the luncheon,
then after satisfying our appetites, and taking another bathe, we dressed and set out
for home. On the way I called for a consultation as to whether our exchange of
mistresses should stand good for the night or not.
Raoul answered that as we had spent the day together so we ought to do the
night, for all of us to lie together in one room, and if either of the girls wished to be
fucked by either of us, that she should say so, and be accommodated, and vice versa,
to which we all consented.
That night we met in my chamber at eleven o'clock, the girls fetching in beds
from another room, and making them up on the floor. I stretched myself naked on a
pallet, and Manette ran up and lay down by me, Raoul took Marie for trial, and
Julien Rose.
After I had given the plump Manette a double proof of the powers within me,
another change was made, and I got the lusty Marie. Towards daylight we were each
lying with our own particular mistress, and after making all arrangements for the
future we fell asleep, I in my favourite position, laying between the legs of Rose,
having them thrown over me, my head pillowed on her soft white belly, my cheek
resting on the silken mossy hair that surrounded her cunt.
We breakfasted at ten o'clock, after which I slipped up to Manette's room, where
I found her, Rose and Marie. To each I made handsome presents, and told them if
they would be true to me, that on my return from Paris, I would take and keep the
whole three of them. Each one of them was anxious to have me tumble her once
more on the bed, but as I could only do one they drew lots for my last fuck, which
fell to Marie. She lay down across the bed, and while I let down my pants the other
two girls threw up her clothes, and each raised a leg, and after I had made good my
entrance they rested her thighs on my hips, so that I soon put her in ecstasy by the
delicious manoeuvers of love's piston-rod. Half-an-hour after, I was on the road to
Paris, where I will introduce myself to you in new scenes in a new chapter.
CHAPTER II.
We spent five days on the road, and if our amorous pleasures had in any way
debilitated us, we were thoroughly restored to full vigour by the journey.
We arrived at the Count's hotel in Paris late in the evening, too late, so said my
cousins, to give me an introduction to any of their
filles d'amour, and after partaking
of a slight supper we retired to our (at least for that night) virtuous couches.
The next day we spent at the Palais Royal, and on the Boulevards. At ten
o'clock we went up to Raoul's chamber and had not been seated more than a minute
or two before three beautiful girls entered, bearing trays, on which were wines,
comfits, bon-bons, sweetmeats, &c. Having arranged them on a round table, Raoul
introduced the pretty dears to me.
After the introduction we sat down to the table and passed an hour or so in
drinking, eating, and chatting with our lovely guests till the champagne began to get
into our heads, when we were not content with kissing and feeling the bubbies of our
charmers, with other little liberties, but we tried to get deeper into matters, and found
ourselves repulsed by our ladies, who, on our attempting to use a little gentle force,
got up and ran out of the room. No sooner were they gone than Raoul said,-
"Don't be afraid, cousin, they will return shortly, and we will give them a great
surprise by stripping ourselves perfectly naked."
We did so, and when done Raoul told me to choose which of the girls I would
have for my partner for the night when they entered into the room again.
Presently the door opened, and the girls entered one after the other, and were in
as naked a state as ourselves, with the exception of a large green gauze, which each
of them was wrapped in, and which only served to heighten their charms, instead of
hiding any part of their bodies from our view. Their hair falling down over their
shoulders in long ringlets increased their beauty in combination with the gauze, so
much that I stood perfectly bewildered, and not until my cousin spoke to me did I
think of choosing a partner. But Louise, a lovely little sprite of eighteen, fair, finely
formed, with a large bust, wide expanding hips, large firm buttocks, and pretty
plump withal, shot forth at me such fiery glances from a pair of most bewitching
dark-blue eyes that I immediately chose her.
The moment I named her she ran up to me, and opening her gauze enveloped me
in it with herself. No sooner had she done so than the other two were in the arms of
my cousins.
We again sat down to the table, our mistresses sitting on our laps. Louise
hugged up as close to my naked body as she could; her delicious fat backside resting
on my thighs, her large, firm bubbies pressed against my breast, a plump little arm
thrown round my neck, her soft cheek nestling against mine, her rosy pouting lips
glued to mine, in burning, fiery kisses, were enough to set on fire the soul of an
anchorite, and as if this was not enough the bewitching little devil parted her thighs,
and slipping her hand between them, caught hold of my prick, which had been
rooting up against her backside, trying to find some hole or other in which to put his
head and hide himself, and drawing it up between her thighs put the head of it
between the fat juicy lips of her already spending cunt, rubbing the head between the
nymphre till I became so much excited that I told her if she did not want me to spill
my liquor on her thighs she must let me in, as I could not possibly contain myself
much longer.
Finding that she had worked me up to the pitch that suited her purpose, Louise
raised one leg, and giving it a swing, threw it over my head, making herself revolve
on her own "axass," bringing her round, soft and smooth belly against mine. Being
now seated cross-legged, she raised herself on her toes, and taking fresh hold of my
prick, lodged the head of it in her cunt, then letting her weight fall upon me, impaled
herself on it, piercing her up to the very quick. She would thus move herself up and
down; so rampant was I that I gave way before Louise was quite ready, but feeling
the hot juice flooding the recesses of her cunt, it brought down her second tribute in
time to mix with mine. We kept glued together, till my pego drawing itself up into
littleness, fell out from the juicy folds of its nest.
Louise got up, and ran out of the room, soon followed by the two other girls,
who I now saw had been engaged in the same game that Louise and myself had been
playing. In a short time they returned, and we sat drinking till a late hour.
My amorous little devil of a partner had at last got me so excited that I proposed
we should not go to bed for the night. My mistress, taking a light, led me to her
chamber, which it was easy to see was fitted up as a sanctuary for love alone, a place
in which nothing else was done or thought of. We first refreshed ourselves by
bathing the most excited parts in icy cold water, then full of undiminished vigour, I
carried her to the bed. We spent the night in one continued round of voluptuous
pleasure.
The time thus passed for two weeks, without any other variety than occasionally
slipping into the rooms of the mistresses of my two cousins and enjoying them for an
hour or so during the day.
At last, Raoul advised me not to engage myself with either of the girls for a few
days, as I should require all my vigour renewed; for he was going to introduce me to
an establishment rivalling anything heard of in the "Arabian Night's Entertainment,"
an establishment of girls, supported by the nobility alone, the admission fee of which
was one thousand francs. In it, he said, there were the most beautiful females in all
France. He repeated his caution to me about holding any sexual intercourse with
either of our girls, as I must do honour to his recommendation, that being a stranger
about to be initiated I would be obliged to perform in public the first round with the
girl I should choose for the night.
On the evening of the third day after my cousin's announcement I went with him
to the house in which the orgies were celebrated. It was a large and gloomy-looking
mansion, situated in the Rue St. Honore. We arrived at the gate, and were admitted
by the porter. Crossing a paved courtyard we ascended a broad flight of stone steps,
and my cousin, giving his name to the doorkeeper, led the way through a dimly-
lighted hall, into a small, neatly furnished apartment at the left hand side, in which he
left me for a few minutes, as he said, to bring in the examining committee. He
returned very soon, accompanied by three gentlemen, to whom he introduced me,
saying my desire was to become a member of the club.
The initiation was very simple; it merely consisted in my handing over to them
the entrance fee of one thousand francs, and one thousand francs more for the benefit
of the house.
I was then led up another large flight of stairs, and invited into a dressing room.
They there informed me that I must adopt the costume of the house, which was
simply a large dressing-gown open in front, put on over the shirt. I stripped as they
did, and we were soon
en regie. Leading me to a pair of large folding doors, which
noiselessly opened at our approach, I was almost blinded by the flood of light which
streamed through them. Entering the room, a scene of the utmost magnificence and
gorgeousness presented itself to my view, rivalling any fairy tales I had ever read. It
was a large saloon of lofty height and great length, supported on both sides by rows
of columns of marble of variegated hues; between each of the pillars supported on
alabaster pedestals stood a number of masterpieces of sculpture, in the finest Carrara
marble, representing nude females in every position possible in which could be
combined grace and lasciviousness.
So natural did they appear with a piece of gauze thrown across their shoulders,
one would have sworn they were living witnesses, flesh and blood, so admirably was
their hair chiseled out, representing the mode of wearing it by women of different
countries, so well was the rounded swell of the breasts imitated, and then, further
down, the short curly hair that ornamented the beautiful life-like pouting lips below,
that one were almost tempted to advance and feel if they were not living. Some, too,
were most ludicrous; one I saw representing a woman, her knees slightly bent and
wide apart, with a prick about halfway into her cunt. Another was made to hold one
in her hand, the head just without the lips of her love notch, which appeared to have
just fallen out of her cunt, and shrunken up in her hand; and others in different
attitudes.
At the end of the hall there played a fountain of perfumed waters, which
diffused through the room a most delicious and fragrant coolness. There were
painted on the walls, pictures, the most lascivious that nature could conceive, women
in every variety of posture and position, nearly all of whom were represented as
fucking with a man.
But the ceiling was the chef d'oeuvre of this gorgeous apartment. The center
piece represented an immense cunt painted in the finest colours, from between the
lips of which depended a large carved prick, with stones attached, from which hung a
magnificent chandelier. On the outer side, and around the large cunt in the centre,
were pricks with wings flying at it, from some of which you could see a stream of
sperm spurting into the centre piece. Again, on the outside of the ring of pricks was
a circle of naked nymphs, who appeared to be in pursuit of the pricks; they seemed to
be leaning forward with outstretched hands ready to grasp them; the whole thing,
intermixed with gold and silver stars, and surrounded with clouds of cerulean hue,
formed a most splendid scene.
In the centre of the apartment was a long table, on which was laid out a most
luxurious repast, served up on gold and silver plate, which partook of a character
similar to the other adornments of the room. There were chased on the seats nude
figures of men and women in all shapes and positions. Here were goblets supported
on a stem, shaped like a prick; others there were, the bowls in shape of a cunt,
supported on legs beautifully farmed, and vases of every description, one of which in
particular caught my eyes; it represented a nude female standing on her head, her
legs bent at the knees, the feet resting on the hips, and forming the handles, the cunt
representing the mouth, in which was set a bouquet of rare flowers.
After being introduced to the gentlemen present, and having time given me to
notice the different beauties of the apartment, I was told that the goddesses of the
establishment would soon enter to their supper, and that as they came into the room I
should choose the one I most fancied, as they were all perfectly free, there being no
jealousy among the men in that respect.
(To be continued.)
A FACT.
When tipsy Harry fumbled Kate,
And felt her hairless belly;
"What's this," he cried, "thou's but a babe,
This is no cunt, I tell ye!"
To whom the indignant lass replied,
"Pray, why should you upbraid me?
It is not my fault, I am just
As God Almighty made me."
"What's that to me?" replied the brute,
"To stroke a child's unlucky;
If God Almighty made you so,
Let Mr. Spurgeon fuck ye!"
AN ADVENTURE WITH A TRIBADE;
RELATED IN A LETTER FROM A YOUNG LADY TO HER SISTER.
The next day at dinner time the impatient Caroline came herself to fetch me. As
soon as we were in the carriage, she gave loose to her joy; she looked at me,
embraced, and pressed me in her arms, never had I inspired more lively transports.
When we arrived she introduced me into the saloon, but this place not being
convenient she was obliged to constrain herself rather more. After half an hour's
animated conversation, in which she convinced me that she was not less well-
informed than singular, dinner was announced. Placing ourselves at table she
appeared almost instantaneously to abandon the reserve she had imposed on herself
in the saloon. I never partook of a more delicious repast, the meats were exquisite,
and the wines like nectar. Caroline helped me abundantly, pressing me to empty my
glass by invitation as well as example, whilst a perfect harmony of celestial music
poured in a flood through the perfumed air, which was fragrant with all the perfumes
of Arabia; every moment she committed fresh thefts; the most passionate lover could
not have attached more value to such insignificant trifles.
We were only waited on by two young girls, extremely pretty, and who were
doubtless initiated in the sweet pleasures of their mistress, for their presence did not
prevent her lavishing on me the most tender caresses. The diversity of wines and
liqueurs which I had been forced to drink, that delicious harmony whose varied
modulations alternately inspired the most lively transports and the most voluptuous
languor, the advances of Caroline, her free discourse, all, in short, contributed to
make me share her delirium, so that when she passed from the table to the boudoir,
not only her sex was no longer an obstacle to my impetuous desires, but the novelty
of that piquante and singular scene seemed to add to their intensity.
The most exquisite perfumes were burning at the feet of the principal statue.
"Do you see," said Caroline, regarding it, her cheeks on fire, "do you see with
what greedy curiosity Venus examines the charms of Algae, the most beautiful of the
graces? The marble seems to become animated at the sight of such attractions. Ah,
my Julia, let me imitate it; let my hands, my eyes, do so also. But let us divest
ourselves of these inconvenient robes, let there be no obstacles to our burning
transports, every veil which covers you robs me of a pleasure!"
In a moment Caroline reduced me to a state of pure nature; far from resisting, I
imitated her eagerness; the new beauties which discovered themselves to our view
extorted a cry of admiration, and suspended our burning caresses.
Our hands, which for an instant seemed to have respected so many charms,
wander with fresh delirium. Caroline takes me in her arms, drags me on to the
ottoman, and obliges me to assume the attitude of Algae! I recline with my head
resting on one of my arms, the right foot on the ottoman, the knee raised, whilst the
left leg, unsupported, gently balances itself.
My chere amie, not less curious than Venus, takes the same posture, and places
herself exactly in front of the throne of felicity, one of the beautiful knees rests on a
cushion, the other serves for a footstool. Caroline, at her ease, contemplates the
object of her dearest desires. Her delicate hand opens the rose, and the new Sappho
exclaims with transports of joy, impossible to describe, "She is still a virgin! Good
God, what a source of pleasure!"
I confess I could never have imagined this discovery of such great value to her;
virgin or not, what need she care? But we cannot account for the eccentricity of the
passions, and doubtless the most singular of all is to find one female amorous of
another.
Love! thou who inflamed Caroline with the most ardent fires for one of her own
sex, lend me thy burning pencil that I may worthily describe this voluptuous scene,
as even in forcing us to give way to thy caprices, thy only object is to render us
happy!
Caroline rises transported, presses me in her arms, giving a thousand kisses, then
resuming her first attitude, contemplates anew the prettiest of bijous. "Yes," she
exclaims, "that flower is untouched. What colour! What freshness! Similar to the
bee, I will extract the ambrosia! I will intoxicate myself with its delicious juice. I
will drain it with pleasure!"
Then by a thousand means, which I dare not describe, but which occasioned me
the most delicious sensations, Caroline made me attain the last period of delight.
Her design was not merely to procure me delight; the skilful bee, wanting in the
natural engine necessary to extract the honey from the rose, made use of her
lascivious tongue to draw down my ambrosial tribute to love, titillating and sucking
in such a rapturous manner that her face was almost drowned by my impetuous
emission, as I went off into a most delicious state of almost unconscious lethargy.
Expressions would vainly endeavour to give an idea of Caroline's excitement; she
seemed to have lost her reason as the source of life, her words were as incoherent as
her conduct was extravagant. But what do I say? Was she not more sensible than
ever, since all she said, everything she did, only tended to increase our intoxication,
and add to its fury. Caroline, whose desires no longer knew any restraints, in order
to satisfy them, made me pass through all the gradations of pleasure. I tasted in the
same evening all those indescribable enjoyments which I should not have been
acquainted with until after a long novitiate, had not the extraordinary passion I
inspired her with induced her to initiate me at once in the most secret mysteries.
What charming pictures could I describe were I permitted to give the reins to my
pen.
My imagination, exalted by these enchanting souvenirs, longs to retrace the
image! But, alas! I must confine in my bosom the secret ready to escape, and
deprive the most beautiful half of the human race of a fruitful source of pleasures and
voluptuousness, of which the experience alone can conceive the extent!
TEN LITTLE NIGGERS
Ten little niggers did a farting match design,
One got excited and died, so there were nine;
Nine little niggers layed his body straight,
One chanced to touch his prick, then there were eight;
Eight little nigger boys took a trip to Devon,
One fucked a peasant girl, and then there were seven;
Seven little niggers got fooling with their pricks,
One got his foreskin back, and then there were six;
Six little niggers a frig loop did contrive,
One overspent himself, and then there were five;
Five little nigger boys each picked a whore,
One had his in the arse, and then there were four;
Four little nigger boys for a prize did pee,
One pissed himself away, and then there were three;
Three little nigger boys had connection with a Jew.
The Chief Rabbi caught one, and then there were two;
Two little niggers were gamahuched for fun,
One got his prick bit off, and then there was one;
The last little nigger met a Countess at a ball,
Married her, got the pox and died, and now that is all.
MISS COOTE'S CONFESSION,
OR THE VOLUPTUOUS EXPERIENCES OF AN OLD MAID;
In a series of Letters to a Lady Friend.
LETTER IX
My dear Nellie,-
I have been looking over some of my grandfather's papers, and found the
following curious little bit written by his brother Dean Coote, "Remarks on the
influence of Female Beauty":-
I shall reverse the general practice, and instead of beginning with the head,
commence with the leg, and hope to get credit for so doing. A pretty face, sparkling
eyes, rosy cheeks, delicate complexion, smiles, dimples, hair dark; auburn or blonde,
have all, it is acknowledged, great weight in the business of love; but still let me
appeal to every impartial and unprejudiced observer, which he is most curious to
behold, the legs or the face of his favourite lady.
Whether does the face or the legs of a pretty girl that is clambering over a style,
or mounting a ladder, most attract our notice and regard?
What is it that causes my lord to smack his chops in that wanton lecherous
manner, as he is sauntering up and down the lounge in Bond Street, with his glass in
hand, to watch the ladies getting in and out of their carriages? And what is it that
draws together such vast crowds of the holiday gentry at Easter and Whitsuntide, to
see the merry rose-faced lasses running down the hill in Greenwich Park?
What is it causes such a roar of laughter and applause when a merry girl happens
to overset in her career, and kick her heels in the air?
Lastly, as the parsons all say, what is it that makes the theatrical ballets so
popular?
It has frequently been remarked by travellers that in no nation of the world are
the ladies more nice and curious about their legs than in England; and to do them
justice there is perhaps no nation in the world where the ladies have greater reason to
show them like pretty girls in dirty weather, when the fear of passing for dragtails
causes the pretty creatures to hold their petticoats up behind, and display their lovely
calves and ankles above par. But I am infinitely more delighted with my muddy
walk than were I making an excursion in the finest sunshiny day imaginable. There
is a kind of magic in the sight of a handsome female leg, which is not in the power of
language to describe, to be conceived it must be felt.
We read in the memoirs of Brantome of a certain illustrious lady, who was so
fully sensible of the vast importance of a handsome leg that once having the
misfortune to break one of hers by a fall from a horse, and the surgeon by some
inadvertency or other, failing to set the bone straight, she was so grieved at this
accident that she actually had the fortitude to snap it across a second time on purpose
and with design, then sending for a more skilful doctor, took care to have her leg
carefully reset, by which means it was restored to its former grace and loveliness.
Some of my readers may, perhaps, condemn this conduct in the lady; for my
part, I cannot but greatly admire both the soundness of her judgment and the amazing
strength of her mind. But too well am I acquainted, from experience, with the magic
which centres in a pretty leg, a delicate ankle, and well-proportioned calf.
The first time that I was in love (I perfectly well remember the circumstances as
if it occurred but yesterday), the first time I could ever be said to feel what love is, I
had to thank a pretty leg for it. I was then in my teens, as harmless and innocent a
young fellow as needs be. My friends were of the strictest sect of religion. I was
nolens volens brought up in their principles. Plays, novels, and all kinds of books
which treat upon the subject of love were denied me; my parents were ambitious that
I should be a second Joseph, and had partly succeeded in this pious design, when, lo!
one single unlucky circumstance completely baffled all their endeavours. It was a
beautiful summer's day. I had strolled into the wood, laying myself down in a copse
of young hazel trees, and alternately musing and dozing away, when my curiosity
was excited by a rustling noise close to the spot where I lay concealed. I was all
attention; and directing my inquisitive eyes to the quarter from whence the noise
proceeded, discovered a lovely rosy-cheeked girl, who lay basking, as it were, in the
sun, and deeming herself sufficiently remote from observation, was under no
restraint in her motions. Presently up she whips her coats and ungarters her
stockings, contemplates her legs, turns them this way, and that way, and in short
practised a thousand manoeuvers, which I have not at present leisure to expatiate
upon; suffice it to say not a single movement was lost upon me, and from that hour
to the present moment, I never see a pretty leg but I feel certain unutterable emotions
within me, which seem to realize the observations of the poet-
Should some fair youth, the charming sight explore,
In rapture lost he'll gaze, and wish for something more!
The Dean was quite right in his pretty delicate remarks about the influence of
the leg; although only a woman, the same magic influence affects me; when I see a
pretty pair of calves in silk stockings it makes me long to look higher, and have the
bottom which belongs to them under a nice birch rod.
To return to my experiences, novices were rather shy of offering themselves as
candidates for admission to Lady Rodney's Club, but one day, two or three weeks
after the seance described in my last, Lucretia called upon me, apparently very much
excited, and her errand was to tell me that Maria Aubrey, the sister of her quondam
lover, wished to join us, and asked me to fix a day for her admission.
Knowing the young lady to be a very desirable subject, and to belong to a most
aristocratic family, I could make no objections, and expressed my pleasure at the
acquisition I hoped she would prove to the sisterhood, and appointed that day week
for the reception of the novice.
When I mentioned the proposal to Lady Clara and asked what she knew of the
young lady, she assured me that she had not yet the pleasure of her acquaintance as
the young lady had been at school in Germany for some years, and was only just
returned home.
Lucretia kept away from me till the eventful evening, but arrived punctually at
seven o'clock with her protegee, who appeared slightly taller than herself, rather
slim, with blue eyes, and dressed in white for the occasion; in fact, she seemed a very
quiet, good-looking girl, the only thing specially attractive about her being a
remarkable merry twinkle of her eyes, which seemed to look everywhere, and enjoy
the sight of everything.
We were all present, and myself as usual seated as President, surrounded by the
others. Lady Lucretia presented the novice without delay, taking her by the hand and
leading her close up to the chair, then bowing, says, "Allow me, dear Miss Coote and
sisters of Lady Rodney's Club, to present to you Miss Maria Aubrey, a dear friend of
mine, who wishes to be admitted to your society."
president.- "Miss Maria Aubrey, are you willing to submit to our initiative
ordeal and swear to obey the rules enacted by a majority of the members?"
maria.- "Yes, I am anxious to be admitted, we had so much of the birch in
Germany, that I am an enthusiast in the use of the rod."
president.- "Let her be sworn as usual," after which she resumes, "Now Sister
Maria, you will have to strip and assume the regular costume which we have
provided for you."
The novice blushed deeply, and seemed quite at a loss what to say, and I noticed
that Lucretia was hugely enjoying the scene. From some secret cause she whispered
something to Lady Clara, and the latter to Mdlle. Fosse, who imparted the
information to me "that our novice was not in reality Maria Aubrey, but her brother
Frank, Lucretia's lover, whom she had persuaded to personate his sister, without in
the least letting him know what he would have to go through, and no doubt was quite
nonplussed at the idea of being stripped and exposed."
I must confess that I felt quite a flush of anger at learning the trick Lucretia had
put upon all of us, but by the whispered advice of Mdlle. Fosse I proceeded as if
nothing was known. "Come Sister Maria, begin to disrobe yourself; here, Jane and
Mary assist the young lady."
maria.- "Oh! No! No! I can't be stripped, I didn't know you did that,"
blushing more than ever, and pushing the servants away from her. "Give me the
things and I will retire to make the change but not before you all."
president.- "Already disobeying the regulations; you must strip this instant or
the birch will be used without mercy, and we shall see if you are so fond of it."
maria.- "Ah! I beg your pardon, but - you really must excuse me from
undressing before so many."
Here the President takes up a most formidable rod, made of a thick bunch of
long birch twigs, elegantly tied together with red and blue ribbons, and giving a sign,
Jane and Mary, assisted by four or five others, pounced upon the victim, dragged her
to the ladder, and in spite of desperate struggles, secured both ankles and wrists with
cord which were passed through the rings of the ladder, and Miss Maria found
herself quite helpless before she was well aware of what was going to be done.
president, advancing to the victim rod in hand.- "Ah! I see, this is a case of
serious obstinacy; rip off that dress, and pull up her skirts, the sooner we begin to
initiate her a little the better."
They all help to tear off the dress, etc., the victim is scarlet with shame, and
shrieks out, "Ah! Oh! Pray don't, I've been deceived, I'm not a girl at all, don't
expose me," tears of mortification running down his cheeks.
president, authoritatively.- "Stop, then, who may you be, are you a male or a
hermaphrodite?"
The spectators all laugh at this question, and seeing his tongue-tied confusion,
cry out, "Go on, go on, Miss Coote, give the impudent fellow a taste of your tickler,
he must confess everything, and take an oath of secrecy or we'll whip him to death."
victim.- "My God, what a scrape I'm in, these devils of girls will murder me.
Oh! let me go, and I will swear never to tell anything."
president.- "Plenty of time for that bye-and-bye, you're not going to get off
quite as easily after your impudent conspiracy with Lady Lucretia; you shall both see
each other well whipped; you won't be shocked at seeing the bottom we know you
are so well acquainted with. You're secure enough. Jane, prepare Sister Lucretia for
punishment, so that he may know what to expect for himself."
lucretia.- "Ah! No! I never meant anything but a little fun, you know I
wished to birch him, and this is the only way I could manage it."
president.- "Very well, Miss, we'll take that an into consideration, and perhaps
let you put the finishing touches to his bottom bye-and-bye. Put her posteriors in the
stocks, Jane."
Leaving the young gentleman securely fixed to the ladder, they seize upon his
ladylove, who knows better than to resist, and in a few moments Frank has the
pleasure of seeing her blooming bottom and beautiful legs projecting from the
wooden stocks in which she is so fixed that only the nether half of her person can be
seen.
president.- "Now Mdlle. Fosse will administer a proper correction for the
insult she has put upon the Club by introducing a person of another gender amongst
us."
mdlle fosse, who has armed herself with an excellent bum-tickler of well-
pickled birch.- "I don't think the impudent hussey was half punished when we
admitted her, or the soreness of her bottom would surely have kept her out of this."
Then whack - whack - whack - whack - she gives four very smart strokes with
great deliberation. "How do you like that, is my arm heavier than Miss Coote's?"
lucretia, screams and kicks her legs about in great pain.-"Ah! Oh! Oh! I beg
- I beg pardon, indeed I thought a young gentleman would be a most agreeable
accession to the Club. Oh! Ah! how you cut, it's dreadful!" as the blows continue to
fall with great effect and precision, each one leaving its long crimson and blood-red
marks and weals.
mdlle fosse.- "I must be quick, as it will take some time to punish Master
Frank. I hope he is enjoying the sight of your castigation; is it as nice as it was
before? let us know when your prurient ideas are satisfied by that feeling of sensuous
pleasure you told us you experienced then," touching the tips of her birch in under
her exposed pussey, and between the tender inner surfaces of her upper thighs.
The male victim's face was flushed with excitement at the sight of his lady's
punishment, every blow seemed to thrill through his system, and put him into such a
state of feeling as he had never experienced before, bringing out all the sensuality of
his disposition as he watched the scene with rapt attention.
Mademoiselle plies her rod so vigorously that the blood soon begins fairly to
trickle over Lucretia's bottom and thighs. "Ah! Oh! I shall faint. I shall die!" she
sobs, writhing and twisting beautifully under the continued flagellation.
The President here comes forward with her rod saying, "I think Master Frank is
longing to taste what it is like; pin up his skirts as decently as possible. I only want
to see his bottom, we don't want the other thing introduced to our notice."
Frank was so absorbed in watching the beautiful sight of Lucretia's whipping
that he never knew his own skirts were pinned up till a tremendous whack on his
own bum awaked him in a most lively manner to a sense of his forlorn condition. He
winces and bites his lips, the tears starting to his eyes, and an extra crimson flushing
over his face, all convince the spectator of his renewed humiliation. Again and again
the President makes her blows sound through the apartment, but not till seven or
eight weals have been raised on his posteriors will Master Frank gratify them by the
least approach to a cry.
president, with a tremendous crack which fairly draws the blood.- "I'll make
you beg our pardon, sir. Will you ever insult us by coming here as a girl again?"
Frank, trying to bear it pluckily, and ashamed to cry out before a lot of girls;
writhes his buttocks in agony, and still bites his lips in silence till they fairly bleed.
president.- "Obstinate, eh, so much the more fun for us, my boy; will you beg
pardon, and swear never to tell anyone of this spree of yours?" cutting his white
bottom with all her might, each blow scoring the flesh and making it raw.
frank.- "Ah! I must call out, it's awful. Oh! don't quite murder me ladies.
Ah-r-r-re!"
president.- "Will you come here again, you impudent fellow, will you take the
oath now to keep our secret?" keeping him in constant agony by her well-applied
strokes.
Frank's cries and Lucretia's sobs, in addition to the sight of two well-pickled
bottoms, made the ladies all quite excited; each one takes up her birch, and as the
President and Mademoiselle retire, they relieve each other in short spells of birching
on the posteriors of the two victims, till at last Lucretia is nearly spent; she gets
oblivious to pain, and seems lost in a kind of lethargic stupor. They let her down,
and apply restoratives, which soon bring her to herself again, whilst Frank, who has
been imploring for mercy, and praying to be sworn to secrecy for some minutes past,
is at last allowed to take the required oath, but is greeted with renewed laughter when
he begs pitifully to be released and allowed to go home.
"Ha! Ha! he thinks we shall let him go now, he can't object to Lucretia finishing
him off, when she's a little recovered."
frank.- "It was all her fault, I should never have come, only she assured me of
a warm welcome."
president, laughing.- "That's good, ladies, is it not? And you can't say we
haven't given you one, but it must be warmer still before we let you go."
Lucretia swallows some stimulating cordial, and with sparkling eyes announces
herself as ready to assume the rod; they hand her an elegant new one, and she takes
her position, evidently minded to give him a little after the fashion of Louise Van
Tromp's style of birching. "Do you," said she, "dare to insinuate that I tempted you
to come here, sir?" flourishing the rod over her head so that he could hear it hissing
through the air.
frank, all of a tremble.-"Ah! Ah! Lucretia, will you too prolong my torture,
now I have promised everything."
Lucretia, bringing down her rod in earnest, makes his bottom wince and writhe
under the stroke as she says, "Then you don't withdraw that insinuation, sir." Whisk
- whisk - whisk, each blow harder than the last, and getting excited more and more,
as the cuts seem to make the blood boil more tumultuously in her own veins, "Is it
not true that you ravished me, sir? these ladies know all about your shameful conduct
to me."
frank, in agony and desperate at this renewed torture.- "Ah! Oh! Ah! I'm
hanged if I own all that, why you know you had my - my - you know what I mean in
your hand first."
lucretia, angrily.- "Don't mention the disgusting monster," cutting him
desperately across the shoulders, "hold your wicked tongue, sir, if you are only going
to asperse my character," again paying her attention to his raw-looking bum.
Frank, who has now lost his false hair by twisting his head about too much,
looks a little more manly, but is a very fair youth withal, although his rump is not so
finely developed as it would have been in a girl.
Lucretia, who feels all the stimulating warmth of her own flagellation, cuts away
in fury. "See, see," she cries, "that unmentionable thing of his is quite rampant, and
sticks out under his shirt in front, it's impossible to hide the disgusting creature."
Striking more and more round his buttocks, which so disarranges his shirt that we
continually get glimpses of a very formidable-looking weapon projecting six or
seven inches from a bed of curly light hair at the bottom of his belly, the youth's eyes
roll in a kind of erotic frenzy, and every thought of pain and shame has evidently
given away to his sensuous feelings as he writhes and twists his bottom in a most
lascivious manner at every stroke. The flagellatrix is also beside herself, the sight of
his bleeding bottom and erotic emotion increases her fury more and more. "Ah!" she
cries, "he not only tries to make me out worse than himself, but see how insultingly
he is exposing himself to us all!" cutting the next stroke so as to reach the offending
member. This she does again and again, causing such intense pain and excitement
that at last the poor fellow shouts out, "Oh! Oh! My God! I shall burst, it's awful,
and yet gives most delicious sensations! Ah-r-re! Ah-r-r-re! Oh! Oh!" and then
he seems to die away in an excess of voluptuous emotion.
Lucretia suspends her rod for a few instants and then suddenly wakes him up
again with two or three tremendous whacks upon his sore posteriors, exclaiming,
"Wake up, sir, we've had enough of that, perhaps you will now withdraw your
insinuations against me; did you not take advantage of my confusion, when I found
you so exposed in the garden?" following up her question by a lively application of
her rod, till the blood fairly trickles down Master Frank's thighs.
frank, again in awful pain, and ashamed to think how he has been exposed,
now his erotic excitement has passed off for the moment.- "Ah! Ah! you she-devil,
who could believe you could cut me up so after your loving caresses and assertions
of your affection for me. Ah! Miss Coote, save me from her, have mercy ladies!"
the tears of shame and agonized mortification running down his crimson face.
lucretia.- "Not yet, you impudent boy; will you withdraw your assertions
about me, or I will literally skin your bottom before you get let off."
frank.- "Oh! Oh! how cruel of you Lucretia, to force me to tell a lie, how can
I?" writhing under the shower of smarting strokes, and evidently beginning to
experience the return of his voluptuous feelings.
lucretia.- "Your cries are delightful. I enjoy it so much more, knowing how
we love each other. Will - will you withdraw your wicked assertions? You have
made these ladies think me a monster of lasciviousness. Do you hear, sir?" cutting
well up under the crack of his bottom, so that the tips of the birch might sting him in
the tenderest and most private parts.
victim.- "Ah! Oh! Oh! My God! you'll kill me," seeming almost ready to faint
with the suddenly excruciating pain.
lucretia.- "Then why do you obstinately persist in refusing the satisfaction I
ask of you, and say I want to make you tell lies, you wicked fellow, I'll murder you
with the birch if you don't retract your vile insinuations," cutting him terribly
everywhere she fancies he can feel most.
frank, in terrible agony.- "Oh! Oh! What - what must I say - all those stories
about us are quite untrue, we never did anything wrong," writhing about and hardly
knowing what he says in his anxiety to get away from his torture.
lucretia, with a furious blow which almost takes his breath away.- "Hold,
hold, now, sir, you go to the other extreme; I only want you to confess you took
advantage of me; your brain is confused, what a strange thing that after all this
whipping and wealing the blood should still fly to your head."
frank, sobbing with mortification.- "Indeed - indeed, I remember now, how I
put my hand under your clothes, when you were so overcome you could not resist
me. Ah! Oh! Oh! Let me off, you never need fear I shall tell the secret of my own
humiliation!"
He is fairly broken down, Lucretia drops her worn-out birch as tears of
sympathy rise in her large loving eyes, and she sobs, "Poor fellow, poor fellow, what
made you so obstinate?"
president.- "Let him down, and make him kneel before me and beg our pardon
for the indelicate scandal he has caused amongst us, as I can feel and see what
painful emotions the sight has caused in every lady's breast."
He is released, and Frank, humbly kneeling, declares his sorrow for having so
shamefully intruded upon our private proceedings and again promises faithfully to
keep our secret, and begs with fresh tears in his eyes to be allowed to remain a
member after his painful initiation.
This was most favourably received, and I soon found out that Lady Clara was at
the bottom of a plot for introducing the male element into our society. I hastily
closed the seance, and never knew how or what means they used to ease his sore
bottom, but next day, by advice of Mdlle. Fosse, I intimated to them all a dissolution
of the Club, as I could not possibly join in or allow my house to be used for birching
orgies in connection with the opposite sex. My next and last letter on this subject
will relate more nearly to myself.
Yours affectionately,
ROSA BELINDA COOTE.
(To be continued.)
THE FRUITS OF PHILOSOPHY.
Said good Mrs. Besant,
To make things pleasant,
If of children you wish to be rid,
Just after coition,
Prevent all fruition,
And corpse the incipient kid.
To do this completely,
Securely and neatly,
That your conscience may suffer no twinge,
Before having connection,
Procure an injection,
Likewise an elastic syringe.
Then after the "coup,"
All the ladies need do
Is to jump out of bed on the spot,
Fill the squirt to the brim,
Pump it well up her quim,
And the kid trickles into the pot.
A little lady who was, and we believe is, a great speaker at the Quakers'
meetings, was once asked by Mr. Bright in his young days, "if she did not find the
spirit inspired her with thoughts of marriage?" "No," she answered, "but I frequently
find my struggling with the flesh does."
THE COLUMBINE.
Written in London 12th January, 1837, on Fraulein Theresa Schmidt, an opera
dancer, as Columbine.
Night after night I've fed my eyes,
On sweet "Theresa Schmidt, Fraulein,"
And marvell'd how cold Northern skies
Could mould so fair a Columbine.
No verse, no rhyme could tell my mind,
To vent the praise my heart would breathe,
But she's an English girl I find,
And bears the vulgar name of Smith.
But whatso'er her name may be,
No Roman dancer could surpass,
The way she shows her open C,
And flourishes her jutting arse.
Yes - whatso'er the name she bear.
No graces, no celestial nymphs,
Can grant to men a sight more fair,
Of paradise a clearer glimpse.
Let others rave of Taglioni,
Dancers from Florence or from France,
But give Theresa for my money,
She shines the goddess of the dance.
The sculptor modelling naked truth,
Array'd in Eve's celestial dress,
May find her here in blaze of youth,
In all her native loveliness.
Pure English are the parts she shews,
Although she's call'd Theresa Schmidt;
What's in a name? A bright moss rose
By any other name's as sweet!
LADY POKINGHAM, OR THEY ALL DO IT;
Giving an Account of her Luxurious Adventures, both before
and after her Marriage with Lord Crim-Con
PART IV.
(Continued.)
My partner was far too impetuous to heed my faint remonstrances, and in spite
of all I could do to keep my thighs closed his venturesome hand soon took
possession of my heated cunny. "If I die I must have you, darling lady," he
whispered in my ear, as he suddenly forced me quite back on the sofa, and tried to
raise my clothes.
"Ah! No! No! I shall faint. How your violence frightens me!" I sighed, trying
to smother my desires by simulating helplessness, and then feigning unconsciousness
I promised myself a rare treat by allowing him to think I really had fainted, which,
no doubt, would urge him to take advantage of the moment to riot unrestrained in the
enjoyment of my most secret charms.
It was almost dark in the shadowy recess where the sofa on which we were was
situated. "She's quite gone, the darling!" I heard him say to himself, as he gently
parted my relaxing thighs, "I'll kiss it first." Then I knew he was kneeling between
my legs, and I felt his fingers gently parting the lips of my cunt. "How I must have
excited her, she's been spending!" he went on, then I felt his lips right between the
nymphre as he kissed me rapturously just on the excitable little clitoris. What a thrill
of desire it sent through my frame, as it made me literally quiver all-over with
emotion, so that I could scarcely refrain from clasping his head with my hand, or
nipping his dear face between my thighs.
This only lasted a few moments, which seemed awfully long in my excitable
state, my cunt was spending and throbbing under the voluptuous titillations of his
velvety tongue. Heavens how I wanted to feel his prick inside of me! and could not
have feigned my fainting state another instant, but the moment my lips were in the
act of parting to implore him to fuck me at once he started to his feet, pushing my
thighs as wide apart as possible, and directly I felt the hot head of his cock placed to
the mark; slowly and gradually he pushed his way in, as contracting my usually tight
affair I made it as difficult as I could for him to achieve possession. How he kissed
my lips, calling me, "Darling lady, dear Beatrice, oh, you love, what pleasure you
give me!"
I felt him spend a torrent of his warm essence right up to my vitals, and then lay
still upon me exhausted for the moment by the profuseness of his emission.
Still apparently in the state of inanimation, and without opening my eyes, I made
my cunt nip and contract on his throbbing prick as it was soaking within me, in such
a manner that he was almost immediately aroused from his delicious lethargy, and
recommenced his movements, exclaiming to himself, What a love of a girl, even in
her fainting state, the love pressure of her cunt responds to the action of my prick.
What pleasure it would be if I could but arouse her to sensibility!" as he kissed me
over and over again rapturously, quickening his stroke till my blood was so fired I
could no longer impose upon him, so I suddenly threw my arms around the dear
boy's neck, whilst my amorous kisses responding to his silently assured him of the
delight he was affording me.
"Here they are, the sly things, why Beatrice is the hottest of the lot, see she has
got Charles well in her," laughed Lady Bertha; bringing a light into the room, and
followed by all the others, looking very excited, and as if some of them at least had
been doing the same; in fact I could see the front of John's trousers were undone,
whilst the flushed face of Lady Montairy, and the delighted manner in which she
clung to the handsome young French page, assured me that she at least was on the
best of terms with her partner, added to which, in the background, Bridget and Fanny
seemed as loving as any of them from their damask cheeks and sparkling eyes.
Charles was dreadfully confused, and I felt that the surprise was taking all the
vigour out of him, so with the greatest presence of mind, I threw my legs over his
buttocks and embraced him more firmly than ever, as I exclaimed, "It's this naughty
fellow, my dear, has taken liberties with me, that I fainted from fear, and he is in
complete possession of my virginity, and having aroused all my passions to the
highest pitch he wants to withdraw, slap his bottom well for me, and make him now
complete my pleasure, after satisfying his own greedy lustfulness!"
He struggled hard to get away but I held him tightly, whilst all of them slapped
him without mercy, making him fairly bound in the saddle to my great delight, more
especially when I soon found him swelling up quite an unnatural stiffness, till his
prick was almost breaking my quim, and he was furiously fucking with all his might,
as he cried out for them to leave off and let him do it properly.
The noise of the slaps on his bum seemed to give me intense delight and I never
remember to have had a more delicious fucking, which as he had spent twice
previously lasted a long good bout, till we both came together almost frantic with
delight, as our mutual essences were commingled at the same moment.
"There, don't let me catch any two of you slipping away by themselves again,"
said Lady Montairy, as she gave a last tremendous slap, which fairly made the poor
fellow bound under her hand, in spite of his exhaustive spend. "It spoils half the fun,
when some are so sly, and pretend to be mock-modest when at the same time they
are quite or more inclined for the sport than anyone."
All returned to the drawing-room and refreshed ourselves with champagne,
jellies and other reinvigorating delicacies, as we laughed and bantered the four young
fellows and the two lady's-maids about their sweethearts and love experiences, till
Bertha wrote all the names of the female members of our party on slips of paper,
which she said she would hold for the boys to draw their prizes, declaring that
Bridget and Fanny, if drawn, should submit to be fucked, although they protested
their virginity and determination to keep it for the present, much as they enjoyed the
other fun.
First of all she asked us to assist her in stripping our cavaliers quite naked, in
order that we might enjoy the sight of their adolescent beauties (John, the eldest,
being only nineteen). They were finely formed young fellows, but the splendid
proportions of Master Charlie's penis carried off the honours of the evening, being
more than eight inches long and very thick. My lady friends were in ecstasies at the
sight, and almost made the other three young fellows jealous by each wishing he
might draw them for a partner.
"Now there shall be no deception or cheating; I've a novel idea how the lots shall
be drawn," said Bertha, drawing up her clothes till she showed the beautiful lips of
her luscious cunt, just peeping out between the slit in her drawers as her legs were
wide apart; then drawing me close to her side she gave me the slips of paper and
whispered in my ear to arrange them in her cunt with the seven ends just sticking out.
It was soon done, then our gentlemen had to kneel down in front and each one drew
his paper with his mouth.
This was a jolly bit of fun, Bertha looked as if she would have liked to be fucked
by all four instead of merely having them draw lots from her gap, which was so
tickled as they drew out the papers that she actually spent under the novel
excitement.
John drew Bridget; James, Lady Montairy; Charles, Bertha, whilst I was lucky
enough to get the handsome Lucien, who had been eyeing me with a most amorous
leer, which you may be sure did not in the least offend me.
Corisande and Fanny were told to fit themselves with a couple of most
artistically moulded india-rubber dildoes of a very natural size and not too large,
which Lady St. Aldegonde said her husband had procured for the purpose of having
his lady bottom-fuck himself occasionally, when he wanted extra stimulation. "And
now my dear, they will be very useful in enabling you to give these nice youths the
double pleasure as they enjoy their partners."
The ladies were now also divested of everything, till the complete party were in
a state of buff, excepting the pretty boots and stockings, which I always think look
far sweeter than naked legs and feet.
The interest centred in the engagement between Bertha and Charles, as the
others were all anxious to see the working of his fine prick in her splendid cunt. He
was in a very rampant state of anticipation, so she laid him at full length on his back,
on a soft springy couch, then stretching across his legs she first bent down her head
to kiss and lubricate the fine prick with her mouth, then placing herself right over
him gradually sheathed his grand instrument within her longing cunt, pressing down
upon him, with her lips glued to his, as she seemed to enjoy the sense of possessing it
all. I motioned to her bottom with my finger, and Fanny, understanding my ideas, at
once mounted up behind her mistress and brought the head of her well-cold-creamed
dildoe to the charge against her brown-wrinkled bottom-hole, at the same time
clasping her hands round Bertha, one hand feeling Charlie's fine prick, whilst the
fingers of her other were tickling the fine clitoris of our mistress of the ceremonies.
It was a delightful tableau, and it awfully excited us all when they at once plunged
into a course of most delicious fucking. Fanny was as excited as either of them as
she vigorously dildoed her mistress, and kept her hands stimulating them in front.
Corisande now attacked Fanny behind with her dildoe, delighting her with frigging
combined.
How they screamed with delight, and spent over and over again; it is impossible
to describe, but I had got Lucien's fine prick in my hand as we were kissing and
indulging in every possible caress. It throbbed in my grasp as I repeatedly drew back
the foreskin, till at length fearing he would spend over my hand, I sank back on a
sofa, and drew him upon me, guiding his affair to my longing cunt, whilst he clasped
me round the body and kissed more ardently than ever. I could see all that was going
on round the room, Lady Bertha still riding furiously on Charles, stimulated by the
double exertions of Fanny and Corisande, and watched with delight the frenzied
enjoyment of the lady's-maid, as she handled and felt how Charles was going on in
front, whilst her young mistress's dildoe almost drove her to distraction by its
exciting movements in her bottom. Lady Montairy was riding James as he sat on a
chair, but John was being quite baffled by his partner Bridget, who wriggled and
avoided every attempt of his cock to get into her, as she kissed and allowed him any
liberty except the last favour of love.
At last we all finished. "Now," said Lady Bertha, "we will rest and refresh
ourselves a little, and then we will see to Bridget and Fanny having their
maidenheads properly taken; meanwhile I will tell you a little adventure I once had
down at Brentham a few months after my marriage. Well, you must know St.
Aldegonde wanted to represent the county in parliament, and a general election was
expected very soon, indeed it was rumoured the dissolution would occur almost
immediately, so no time was to be lost, and there was one great landowner, who if
we could but secure him to our side we were sure of carrying the day. He had been
an old admirer of mine, and had been much chagrined at my lordship's success in
obtaining my hand, and we both knew he was almost certain to throw all his
influence into the opposite scale. We were just going to bed one night, and about to
fall asleep after a beautiful fuck (it is nice when first married) when a sudden idea
made me quite laugh, it seemed so good.
"St. Aldegonde was quite anxious to know what I had been thinking of, 'My
love,' I said, kissing him (I don't often do that now, except when I want to wheedle
him out of something) would you mind giving a bit of my cunt to secure your return
for the county?' 'Why, Bertha darling, just at this moment nothing would make me
jealous, as you've sucked the last drop of spend from my cock,' he said, with a yawn,
and then realising my idea, he continued, 'Do you mean Mr. Stiffington, my love; it's
a bright idea, if you do, and damned cheap way of buying him, besides cunt could
never be reckoned bribery.'
"The prospect of adventure, added to the good I might do for my husband, made
me volunteer to do it, and as secrecy was everything, we determined that I should go
down to Brentham disguised as a servant.
"Next day we started apparently to go to Paris, but I left St. Aldegonde at the
railway station, and started off to Brentham by myself after changing my dress at a
hotel. The housekeeper at Brentham was the only person whom I took into my
confidence, but of course she did not know all.
"She passed me off as a niece from town, who had a holiday for a few days, and
I mixed with the servants as one of themselves; the idea that I could be Lady Bertha
never entered their heads, as I was supposed to be gone abroad for a tour.
"Without delay she got the coachmen to drive me over to Mr. Stiffington's place,
Manly Hall, with a note to that gentleman on some special business, which I must
deliver with my own hands.
"The gentleman was at home, and I was soon ushered into the library, where he
was attending to his letters or other business, after breakfast, about 11 o'clock in the
morning.
"'Well, young woman, let me have the particular letter you brought from
Brentham; why couldn't a groom have done as messenger? By Jove! you're a nice
looking girl though!' he said suddenly, seeming to notice my appearance.
"'If you please, sir,' I said, blushing, 'I'm Lady Bertha's maid, and bring a very
important note from Lord St. Aldegonde.'
"He was a fine handsome fellow of about thirty-five, full of life and vigour in
every limb; his eyes looked me through and through, then suddenly he penetrated my
disguise, as he exclaimed, 'Ah, no, you're Lady Bertha herself. What is the cause of
this mystery?'
"I was all confusion, but he told me to sit down and tell him without reserve
what I wanted, as he drew to a sofa and seated himself by my side.
'"Your vote and interest to secure my husband's return for the county,' I said in a
low voice, 'we know you can turn the scale, so I ventured to solicit your influence in
person.'
"''But how can you expect me to be otherwise than hostile to a man who deprived
me of your beautiful self,' he replied, 'why did you jilt me for a lordling?'
"I looked down in pretended distress, as I answered with an almost inaudible
voice, 'If you only knew our family necessities, it would soothe your wounded self-
respect, nothing but his dukedom in perspective sealed my fate against my own
feeble will, and now it is my duty to further his interests in every way.'
"'Dear Bertha,' he exclaimed excitedly, 'do I really hear right, would you have
preferred me, can you not pity my unrequited love, won't you even favour me with a
smile as I look in your face?' taking my hand and covering it with impassioned
kisses. 'I would support your husband, but - but I must be bribed - let me think what
you shall give me, dearest; of course he's had your first virginity, but I must have the
second, it will cost him nothing, and no one need know.'
"He was growing quite impetuous; with one arm around my waist, whilst he
covered my blushing face with the most ardent kisses, I could feel his other hand
wandering over my bosom or my thighs, as he felt them through my dress, then
taking one of my hands he forced me to feel his standing cock which he had let out
of his breeches; the mere touch sent a thrill of desire through my whole frame as I
sank backwards in an assumed faint.
"He jumped up, fastened the door, then went to a drawer, from which he took a
small book and a little box, then kneeling down by my side he gently raised my
clothes, kissing my legs all the way up, inside or outside of my drawers as he could
get at them, and parting my thighs opened the slit in my drawers, till he had a fair
view of my pussey. 'What a sweet little slit, what soft silky down it is ornamented
with,' I could hear him say as he pressed his lips to my Mons Veneris, then I could
feel his fingers parting the lips of my cunt with the greatest tenderness to enable him
to kiss the little button of love. This was too much, I pressed his head down with my
hands, as I spent over his tongue with a deep drawn sign of pleasure. 'She's mine,
how she likes it, the touches of my tongue have made her come!'
"'Look, darling,' he continued, as he rose to his feet, 'I thought a few delicate
kisses would revive you if properly bestowed in the most sensitive place, but I don't
mean to have you there; this book will show you the most delightful avenue of bliss,
and open up to your ravished senses heavenly bliss you have hither had no
conception of
"Keeping my clothes up, and making me retain hold of his priapus in one hand,
he showed me a series of splendid little drawings in the book, all illustrating the way
to enjoy bottom-fucking. He could see I was tremendously excited, so lost no time
in placing me on my hands and knees on the sofa, then anointing my tight little bum-
hole with some ointment from the box, and putting some also on the shaft of his
prick, he made me push my bottom well out behind, with my legs wide apart so as to
give him every facility, but 'Ah! Ah! No, no, I can't bear it!' I exclaimed, the tears
fairly starting to my eyes as I felt the first advance of his lovely engine, forcing its
way through the tightened orifice; the pain was like a number of needles pricking the
part all at once. I can describe the sensation as the sphincter muscle gradually
relaxed in no other way. He frigged me deliciously in front all the while, pushing so
firmly and getting in in such a gentle manner behind that I seemed to love him more
and more every moment, and long for him to accomplish his task, and complete my
enjoyment, as the very pain seemed a percursor to some extraordinary bliss, nor was
I disappointed; the pain was soon succeeded by the most delicious sensations as his
movements stirred me up to the highest pitch of excitement, and he never withdrew
till we had spent thrice in rapturous ecstasies, screaming with delight and almost
losing our lives from excess of enjoyment.
"Thus my mission was successful, and his lordship became a Member of
Parliament."
This tale had worked us all up, so that we were mutually groping each other's
privates, and as soon as Bertha had finished we seized Fanny and Bridget, but too
much of the same thing being rather tedious to read I will only say that John and
Charles took their virginities in splendid style, when the girls really found no more
nonsense would be tolerated.
This was my last adventure in town, and in the next part I shall go on to relate
what happened after my marriage with Lord Crim-Con, which took place shortly
afterwards.
(To be continued.)
AN ANSWER TO A QUEER QUESTION.
A few young sages one bright day
(Such conduct is not becoming)
Disputed, doth an old tale say,
Which is the prettiest part of women:
And this, the cause of the affray is.
Some said the cheeks, and some the eyes,
And so they sought the beauteous Lais,
And asked her to award the prize.
The lady said, perhaps displeased,
These thoughts I cannot understand.
If you could have them where you pleased,
I wonder where you'd put your hand?
'Twould be, you would see,
On their K.U.N.T.
SONG.
Translated from the Hindustani.
Oh when shall I behold, love,
Thy noble manly face?
O when thy neck enfold, love,
Within my close embrace?
All young, and warm, and willing,
O when shall I receive
Those raptures, fierce and thrilling,
Which man alone can give?
As the thirsty pearl shell opes, love,
To imbibe prolific showers,
All, all my bosom's hope, love,
Expect thy vigorous powers;
My dreams are full of pleasure,
Naught else my heart employs,
Come kiss me without measure,
Thou source of all my joys!
CAUTION TO LADIES.
A contributor wishes to remonstrate against the practice of a very nice young
lady friend of his, who treats her quim as if it was a baby's arse. He says, "A nice
cunt is a delicious thing to suck, but damn the violet powder, which dries up all the
natural juiciness!"
ROUGE ET NOIR.
A nigger in fair St. Domingo,
Being blase, and worn, said "By Jingo,
Blast all women and boys,
I'll try some new joys,"
So he went out and fucked a flamingo.
