Anonymous: The Boudoir No. 5

His wishful eyes express'd his eager love, And twinkl'd like the brightest stars above.

Such modest blushes stain'd his comely face, That sure no virgin-innocence could guess, by his kind looks, of ev'ry grace possest, That he could harbour evil in his breast.

"Bless me," said I, "Philander, what d'ye mean?

"How come you hither? — Pray, who let you in?

"Undrest! — Tis rudeness to approach my bed:

"Consider, dearest youth, that I'm a maid.

"You'll catch your death; for Heaven's sake retire;

"The weather's cold, and I have got no fire,"

With that between the sheets one leg he thrust, Mix'd it with mine, and sighing said, "I must!"

Then clasp'd me in his arms: I strove to squeak, But found I had no power to stir or speak;

My blood confus'dly in its channels ran, My body was all pulse, my breath near gone;

My cheeks inflam'd, distorted were mine eyes, My breast swell'd out with passion and surprise.

And still in vain I strove to make a noise, Something, methought, I felt that stopp'd my voice, And did at last such tides of joy impart, That glided through each vein, and fill'd my heart, Recall'd my dying senses back again, And with a flood of pleasure drown'd my pain.

Thus, for a time, I lay dissolved in bliss, As if translated into Paradise;

But as no drowsy virgin e'er could find Delight so charming and a youth so kind, And not awake, when on a sudden bless'd With melting joys, too great to be express'd;

So I, unable to preserve so strong,

An impress of my dear Philander long,

— Awak'd, much frighted, felt about my bed, But found, alas! my loving Ariel fled, And all those luscious pleasures gone and past.

Which seem'd, indeed, too exquisite to last.

I mourn'd the loss, yet felt some small remains Of the kind warmth still sporting in my veins;

Although my love was vanish'd, yet I vow, I felt myself all o'er I know not how;

Thought I, if working fancy in the night.

Can, in a dream, give me such sweet delight, What must two lovers in a mutual flame Possess, when waking they repeat the same?

Philander, come, for I'm resolv'd to try The substance, since the shadow yields such joy.

Alas! one prick's a farce, 'tis not enough for me.

Come on, my boys, I'm game to take all three!

All now stripped to the buff, except the slippers and the silk stockings, which added to the natural beauty of the ladies' legs and feet.

"Ah! I had a delicious spend!" exclaimed Lena, springing on the bed, "but not to be compared with what I expect now, for I shall ride a St. George on Charlie, take Harry in my bottom, and Frank in my mouth."

She was raging with voluptuous desire, and straddling over our hero, as he lay on his back, impaled herself on his pego, which previous efforts to please the ladies had now brought to a chronic state of enormously stiff erection, it seemed to fill her luscious quim to its utmost capacity, to judge from the stretched appearance of the vermillion lips, as they amorously clung around the staff of life, they so delighted to suck in and out.

Harry was at, or rather in his post of duty as quickly as it can be written; then Frank, kneeling over Charlie's face, presented his prick as a bonne bouche for Lena to gamahuche, her bottom and head now moved in slow and graceful undulations, as she commenced this three-fold bout of enjoyment.

Alice and Clara, each provided with light birches, of about three long sprigs, gently touched up the exposed bottoms, till they fairly reddened under the smarting cuts, and quickened the love canter into an impetuous gallop, so that, when the emitting crisis came, the three young fellows fairly howled and shouted with excess of delighted emotion, whilst Lena, going into a fit of hysteria, laughed, cried, and stiffened herself over Charlie, almost throwing Harry out of her bottom, whilst her teeth closed so convulsively on Frank's prick that his delight was considerably mixed with pain.

When they had a little recovered themselves, "After all," said Clara, "if you have ever read the 'Education of Laura,' there is a scene there that beats you, Lena, for Rose finishes off five young fellows at once, by frigging one in each hand, as well as three, like you just had our friends."

"I could very soon do that," retorted Lena, "But I don't want to be selfish. Now, which of you girls will volunteer to let me birch you, to excite their three cocks to another grand f-k."

Alice was agreeable, if someone would horse her on his back and hold her firmly by the wrists. "I'm such a coward, the first cut will make me wince, yet I know how nice and delightful the finish is," she exclaimed.

Frank engaged to be the horse, as he felt rather spiteful and wished someone to feel real pain, saying he should much prefer to hold Lena on his back, and know her bottom was being well skinned for biting his poor John Thomas.

I am very much obliged to you for your kind wishes, but Alice's tender rump will give you just as much satisfaction, poor boy, when I once begin to apply some of Mrs. Martinet's scientific touches to it."

"This is a serious business," she continued, "so I shall just take a double-sized switch of twigs, from the cupboard. Those thin ticklers are only useful just to touch up a man in the act of f-g. Alice's whipping must be much more severe in order to stimulate the now languid tools of our friends, and rouse them again to a state of lustful fury by the sight of the red flesh, weals, and dripping drops of the ruby, as it is distilled from the abraded skin."

"Oh, pray don't be so bad as that, Lena," said Alice, apprehensively, as she slightly resisted Harry and Charlie trying to mount her on Frank's back.

"Now, Miss Pert, no nonsense, no drawing back, or I really will make it worse for your bum!" exclaimed Lena, standing up and looking fiercely at her helpless victim, now firmly held over Frank's manly back, whilst Harry and Charlie knelt down on either side to hold her legs, whilst the pretty Clara promised to play with each of the gentlemen's cocks in turn, so as gradually to work them up to a state of glorious stiffness.

"Oh, it stings so! Ah, not quite so hard, Lena, dear," sighed Alice, as the first two or three light touches made her buttocks tingle under the smart.

"Is that better, you rude girl? Didn't I catch you frigging yourself in bed this morning?" asked Lena, with a spiteful smile on her face.

"Ah, ah, oh, no! My God, how you cut me! I shall die. I never frigged myself. I should be ashamed to do such a thing," she sobbed, the tears trickling down her blushing face.

"Just listen to the hardened thing. It's as bad as saying I'm a liar!" retorted Lena, with two vicious cuts, which made poor Alice scream in agony, and drew the blood up under the skin of her rump.

"Ah, you bad girl, I'll whip the frigging fancy out of you.

Wouldn't it be nice to be frigged just now your fanny is rubbing against Frank's back?"

"Oh! Oh!! Oh!!! I didn't!" screamed Alice, in dreadful pain.

The cuts fell in rapid succession on the devoted bum, which now began to exhibit beads of blood just starting from the broken skin. The victim was almost senseless, she still struggled and writhed under Lena's scathing cuts, but her head fell forward on Frank's shoulder, her face suffused with crimson flushes, and eyes closed in a kind of voluptuous languor.

Charlie had acted on the frigging suggestion, and, by his light touches on her excited clitoris, had made her almost faint under the combination of excitements, as she spent so profusely that her thick, creamy emission trickled over his busy fingers and down Frank's back.

"Lay her on the bed and f-k her," exclaimed Lena, flinging down the rod, which was considerably worn by its work. "Who'll have me on the horse-hair sofa? Will you, Harry?"