Anonymous: The Boudoir No. 5

"I'm randy enough for anything, my love!" exclaimed Harry, flashing his pego. "Charles and Clara are not thinking of us; see, he is into her on the hearthrug; look, how she heaves her arse! It's just how Adam and Eve must have shagged on the grass in Eden."

"Oh, it does prick the flesh so," exclaimed Lena, as she plumped her bottom on the horse-hair, "but it's the finest thing to stimulate a woman you can think of, the little prickly ends of the stiff hair are like pins, and make your a-e bound under every single stroke, it's simply delicious; no one but those who try it can appreciate the delights of a horsehair sofa f- k."

How she bounded and writhed as Harry fairly and furiously pounded his p — k into her swimming c — t, which seemed to be perfectly insatiable; she was spending again and again every two or three minutes, till at last, with a perfect howl of delight, she drew down his pent-up emission, which shot up into her vitals like a stream of liquid fire.

Kissing and billing they lay entranced in each others arms for a few minutes, till someone remarked that it would be soon time for breakfast, if they didn't have a little rest.

Thus ended an ever to be remembered night of Charlie Warner's student life, and after breakfast a few hours later they left the three ladies with many expressions of gratification, and promises to renew the pleasures of the past night at an early opportunity.

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Not far from hence, a blunt old 'squire, (Deem'd par amount by ev'ry bumpkin near him,) While Hodge one night sat by a neighbour's fire, Beseech'd his wife (a purblind foul), to hear him — "Nanny," quoth he, slily, "since Hodge now is not here,

"Shall we divert ourselves betwixt the sheets, my dear?"

Nan soon submitted to the suppliant 'squire, And up the stairs they vigorously ascended;

But ere she'd gratify'd his warm desire, Or brought the key of nature to th' pitch intended, Hodge loudly knock'd! — when, from their blissful station, The am'rous couple rumbl'd — Ah! ponder now their luckiest situation.

Nan now began to quake, and fight, and groan, And begg'd of Hodge he would not be in haste, For as she'd been so ill since he'd been gone, Her petticoat must first be 'bout her waist;

Meanwhile the 'squire (luck'ly as he thought), Caught up his clothes, and in the chimney got.

The door she op'd, and Hodge admitted in, Who now her piteous case began to moan, Supposing it a stoppage of the wind, And as he smooth'd her down again she groan'd, And faintly said, "Were you to fetch some gin now from the Bear,

"You can't conceive the good 'twould do, my dear!"

Hodge with submission to his lovely spouse, Grop'd for a bottle — found one, and did run.

But ere he'd gone five perches from his house.

He felt his purse for cash, and found he'd none, Returning back to ask his wife a groat, He soon, alas! found out the subtle plot.

The 'squire now was scamp'ring o'er the stairs, Caressing Nanny for her skill and cunning, When Hodge (poor mortal!) came in unawares, And thus addressed them both (not unbecoming),

"You d-d old letcher! and you infernal w — re!

"I'll" — "Hush!" quoth the 'squire, "here's twenty pounds," and Hodge gave o'er.

To see now what cunning gypsies these women are! The other day a certain woman of my acquaintance, walking in the market-place with her husband by her side, and a train of servants at her heels, saw a gallant of hers at some distance off, with whom she used to be familiar. She had a mighty longing to whisper something in his ear, and if possible to steal a kiss from him before her husband's face; so to bring the matter about, she pretends to fall upon her knee, and her gallant, who, as it seemed, understood her design, charitably lent her his hand to help her up; then down she tumbles again, and our gentleman was forced the second time to give her his assistance. "Oh! my poor wife," cried the cuckold, in a strange consternation, "I hope thou hast not hurt thyself."

"Troubled with such cruel fits!" cried she, and then made the third stumble. The gallant on one side, and the husband on the other, did what in them lay to set her on her legs again, but as her fits still increased, the husband, with the help of the kind gentleman, was obliged to carry her to the next tavern; the gallant chafed her hand, and rubbed her face; and all the while the fellow thanked him for the great pains he took with his wife; but finding her indisposition still increased, he ran downstairs like lightning to fetch a physician of his acquaintance to her, not daring to trust his servants with so important a message. In the meantime, lovers were not wanting to administer mutual consolation to each other; so by the time the husband came back with his doctor, his wife was exceedingly refreshed. The gallant was complimented a thousand times, for his civilities on this occasion: "Sir," says the man,

"I heartily beg your pardon for the trouble my wife has given you." — "Lord, sir!" answered he, "if it was to do ten times again, it would be no trouble." "But indeed it was too much, Sir." "Ffaith," cries the other, "I don't think I can ever do too much for her." "I swear but you have," says the busband, "I find she hath put you into a sweat, with helping her." In short, they drank a loving glass together; the wife pretended she was twenty per cent better than when she set out in the morning, the gallant was highly satisfied with what he had done, and the husband the merriest man alive, to see his wife so miraculously recovered.

(Continued from page 166) As Mr. Capias finished the account of the seduction of the milliner's girls, they were already entering London, and were soon set down at the noted La Belle Sauvage Inn, Ludgate Hill, a hackney coach was called and Capias easily persuaded Polly to go with him to his chambers in the Temple.

It was yet early in the day, so after a good breakfast provided by the housekeeper they lay down to rest on his bed till the evening, when he expected a friend to supper.

"Now darling," exclaimed the young barrister, throwing aside his clothes, "undress yourself, and let us enjoy without restraint those delicious pleasures which the accident to the coach interrupted, and of which we afterwards in the gypsy tent had only a rough taste. Ha, what exciting charms; let me caress those swelling orbs of snowy flesh, which I see peeping from your loosened dress. What a difference there is in titties, some girls have next to nothing, others are so full they hang down like the udder of a cow, and then again some of the finest have no nipples to set them off. Yours, my love, are perfection, let me kiss them, suck them, mould them in my hands!"

This attack upon her bosom almost drove Polly wild with desire, her blood tingled to the tips of the toes, as she heaved with emotion, and sighed — "Oh! Oh! Oh!"

He had gradually pushed her towards the bed, and presently when her back rested on its edge one of his hands found its way under her clothes to the very seat of bliss.

"What a lovely notch. I had scarcely time to feel what a beautiful fanny you had when I was so hot for the bliss in the gypsy tent. Now, darling, we can enjoy everything in perfection, and increase the delights of f-g, by such preliminary caresses as these, which will warm the blood, till maddened you beg me to let you have it at once, and my excited p-k revels in your spending gap. And to think that I'm the first, that I took your maidenhead last night."

She was spending profusely, and begged with sighs of delight for him to satisfy her irresistible longings.

"Not with your things on, dear, off with them quick — see what a glorious stand I have got- there, caress it, press it in your hand."