Edward Sellon - The New Epicuriean

'Just here?' cried Chloe, laughing and putting her finger in.

'Oh, yes, yes. Ah, how nice it feels now you touch it. Oh, I feel so ashamed,' and she covered her face with her hand.

Chloe withdrew her hand.

'I did not mean to offend you,' she said.

'Offend me; oh, no. Let me feel that dear little finger again.'

I approached on my hands and knees and quickly substituted my finger for Chloe's.

'Oh, my dear girl,' she cried, 'oh, how very nice, but I feel quite ashamed.'

Then, as I touched her clitoris, a shiver ran through her frame. She threw herself over on her back, expanded her thighs, and, with her eyes still closed, murmured, 'Come, come here, darling girl, on my bosom, on my bosom.'

I placed Chloe there in a moment, and then tossing up the little girl's clothes, I began toying with her lovely buttocks. Then, kneeling up behind her, I directed my fiery steed strait at Miss Marshall's maidenhead.

The first push took me in about an inch, but, with a shriek and a start, the Irish girl opened her eyes, commencing with, 'Oh, my dear Chloe, how you hurt me, I-'

Then seeing me she turned pale with terror and struggled to get up.

'Oh, for heaven's sake, let me get up-oh, goodness! Mercy! mercy!'

These ejaculations followed every thrust, for I would not let go but made Chloe lie with all her weight on the little Marshall until I was at length fairly into her body. Then, indeed, I rolled Chloe on one side and extending myself on the bosom of the girl and grasping her tightly in my arms I consummated the defloration.

At first terrified, then angry, she finished by hugging her ravisher in her arms and covering him with kisses.

All this, which has taken so long to tell, happened in an incredibly short space of time, so that I was hardly missed ere I reappeared among my young friends.

Mrs. J and Phoebe now joined us, looking very innocent, and I having interceded for Miss Marshall, she and Chloe were sent for and joined in the sports. I had quite tamed the angry petulant girl and she occasionally glanced at me with a look full of meaning and of indefinable tenderness. Her passions were aroused and she had tasted of the tree of knowledge.

It being now eight o'clock, supper was served up to us with a profusion of all the delicacies of the season and the choicest wines and liqueurs. After this we had a dance and a game at blind-man's-buff, and then my guests took their departure, Mrs. J declaring that she had never enjoyed herself more! (Glancing at Phoebe.)

'Well then,' said I, 'suppose you all come again next Thursday?'

'Oh, I shall be enchanted, I am sure, to do so, Sir Charles,' said Mrs. J, 'but I suppose you will not want to see Miss Marshall any more?'

'On the contrary,' I remarked, 'she has quite made the amende honorable, and we are now very good friends. Is it not so, young lady?' I added, turning to her.

A burning blush suffused her pale face, but she managed to stammer out, 'Oh, yes, Madame, I am sure Sir Charles is most kind. I am very sorry I behaved as I did, but if you will let me come next time I promise never so to offend again, even if there are fifty horses and mares instead of one.'

With that I kissed them all round, and handing them into my coach bid them good-night.

Adieu, dear friend.

Lady Cecilia has Men in love, and with a very Daphnis too, the beautiful little brother of the charming Phoebe. He came here the other day to see his sister, and prodigiously took the fancy of my lady. As we are far too philosophical, in this our terrestrial paradise, to agitate ourselves with such absurd passions as jealousy, I left Cecilia to do as she liked; so she has engaged the pretty fellow, who is just fourteen and the image of his sister, as her body page, but instead of putting him in livery, has dressed him a la Watteau, a style of costume at once simple and elegant.

Of course, she made his sister give him a good scrubbing and combing before he mounted his new clothes, and now powdered, perfumed and dressed he looks fit for a princess. Phoebe is hugely pleased that Jack is to stay here, and as for little Chloe, she evidently has some very sinister designs on his virtue.

I told Cecilia that I congratulated her on such an acquisition and hoped she would not object to my seeing some of the performances. She laughed, and replied, 'Oh, see all you like, my dear Charles, only don't let the boy know at first, as he is very bashful and timid.'

I promised compliance.

A few days afterwards, as I lay on the banks of the lake listlessly feeding the carp, Phoebe came running to me, and having seated herself quite out of breath by my side, she told me that Cecilia and her brother were amusing themselves in the grotto, in the grove of beeches, and if I would make haste I might see something that would amuse me. So, throwing my arm round Phoebe's waist, I accompanied her, going round to the opposite side to the entrance. We looked through a chink in the rockwork and could both see and hear all that passed.

First I observed Cecilia seated on the mossy bank, and holding the boy, whose breeches were down, between her naked thighs. His hands were toying with her bubbles while she, having tucked up his fine cambric shirt, with her right hand caressed his little stiff thing and with her left patted his pretty dimpled soft and girlish bottom.

'Oh, you dear little fellow,' said she, 'what a beautiful figure you have got, your waist is so small, your bottom so plump, dimpled, and rounded, and your skin so soft; you have such a lovely face, your hair is so silky, luxuriant and beautiful, and you have such little hands and feet, surely nature quite intended you for a girl, only she gave you this little saucy cock instead of something else, which, however, I am very glad of, as you will be able to play with me. Dear boy, do you like me to tickle it?'

'Oh, yes, my lady,' cried the lad, 'very much indeed, and I do love these little breasts so, do let me kiss them.'

And pulling her bubbies out he buried his face between them.

'But,' she exclaimed, 'you have not looked at this other little secret place-but perhaps, you have seen girls before?'

'Why, my lady, to say the truth, I have, but only little ones. I should like to see your ladyship's beautiful cunt very much.'

'Oh, fie, naughty boy, do not use such naughty words. But look, here it is.'

And she straddled open her legs.

'Feel it with your pretty little hand. Oh, you dear fellow, that is nice; now lie down upon me and I will show you what love is.'

And grasping his beautiful buttocks, she drew him to her and he slipped in with ease.

'Now, dear boy, move up and down, that's it, my little stallion; you are, I see, an apt pupil.'

Then holding open those white hemispheres, she inserted her delicate finger into his little rosy orifice behind, and entwining her lovely limbs round his loins, they were presently bounding and heaving with delight.

The sight was so exhilarating to both Phoebe and myself that I lifted up her clothes, and still contemplating the ardent young lovers, commenced the same game myself.

Now, whatever the ancients may have thought on the subject, I must confess I have never seen what the peculiar point of attraction could be in having beautiful boys, as they unquestionably did; yet when I saw that lovely young bottom bounding up and down, and Cecilia's wanton finger frigging away, a strange dizziness seized me and I felt a lust, stronger than the lust for women, lay hold of me.

But one cannot be perfectly happy in this world long together, so that it happened that just at the height of titillation, my climax and I sent a gushing stream into her bowels.

Cecilia and her Daphnis having also died away in bliss, we beat a retreat, to prevent discovery.