Anonymous - Pearl

JULIEN'S CONCERT.

Now music being the food of love I thought that I would go

To Julien's concert; for I heard the price was very low.

It being nearly eight o'clock, so in I toddled quick,

To hear the quadrille and see great Julien shake his pr—

The little staff about, and I've been told by jokers

That the ladies they do all agree that he's the prince of pokers.

The ladies they were highly dressed — naked, almost stark,

Their muslin being thin enough to see the watermark;

I gazed on one, a beauteous maid, her smile was bright and sunny,

She'd a nice small mouth and golden hair and a fine full open cunny.

Being so, I introduced myself to her so gentle,

She said, she'd come there for an hour with something instrumental.

I gently sat down by her side while glowing like a fire;

The smile she gave I must admit I really did admire.

Said she: "The band is going to play." Said I: " Twill shake the walls."

"Oh, no," said she, "that's only when great Julien shakes his ball—

My bunch of rosy locks, his staff so well displayed is,

He knows full well a good long piece is sure to please the ladies."

The names of all the instruments she then enquired about

Especially of that long brass-thing that kept sliding in and out.

The fingering of the double-bass she thought was rather slack,

And wondered Julien should engage a man who'd got the clap—

Pers they were an awful bore, and still she would insist on

Me telling her who'd get the horn, and who the cornet а piston.

She said she liked the clarinet, likewise the German flute—

You know all well such instruments the ladies always suit;

The forty parts they were so off they almost made us start,

And the ophicleide would come in just like a thundering fart

Or peal of thunder, but not so far as India;

And the French horn would pop in, to join those things so windy

The place got overpowering; our ears were tired of drumming;

Said she: "I feel I'm going, you'd better be a-coming."

She took my arm, we left the place, I acted as conductor;

I called a cab, and on the road I freely furnished her with my ideas of Julien's improvements,

And so wound up with a grand duet with many pleasing movements.

MY GRANDMOTHER'S TALE

or MAY'S ACCOUNT OF HER INTRODUCTION TO THE ART OF LOVE.

From an unsophisticated Manuscript, found amongst the old lady's papers, after her death, supposed to have been written about A.D. 1797.

chapter III.

kate's narrative.

You know I am a native of the West Indies. I was born in Santa Cruz, where my father had a plantation, and lots of slaves.

The little boys and girls were naked until they were eight or nine years old: I remember being greatly struck with the fine little cocks of the boys, and wondered why they differed so from girls.

The son of our overseer was just my age, about ten. He was a smart intelligent boy, and we used to play together. His name was Joe.

One day I caught him piddling and looking at his cock. I laughed and told him he ought to cut it off, it was so ugly.

He said he would be sorry for he would much rather be a man than a woman, "and when I grow to be a man," he said, "this will grow big."

"How do you know?" I said, putting my hand on it.

"Because I have often seen men naked. Do you know what a man calls it?"

"No. What?"

"He calls it a prick."

"Oh?"

"And do you know what he does with it?"

"He piddles with it, I suppose, like yourself."

"Ah!" he said, looking very sly, "he does more than that with it."

"What?"

"He can put it into a woman between her legs, in that queer little slit you girls have."

"There's no room for it there," I said.

"Yes there is; I'll show you if you'll let me, may I?" he said, lifting my frock.

"You may, just for a minute."

He put his fingers into my cunt and felt about for the opening. At last he found it, and, to my surprise, pushed his forefinger up.

"Stop," I cried, "that hurts."

"I won't hurt you bye-and-bye," he said, with his sly look.

"How, what do you mean?"

"I'll tell you, but mind, it's a great secret. You know Jim who has the cat and flogs the slaves when they misbehave. Well, when the women are sent, he flogs their backs; but when girls are sent he flogs their bottoms. I was near the place when a fine plump girl came from your papa with a note, which I saw afterwards. It had only these words: 'Give this girl twelve lashes.—E. L.'

"Jim brought her in and shut the door but I stole round to a window on the other side and peeped in. He had her kneel on a bench and tied her hands to the block. Then he threw up her petticoat, uncovering her shining black bum, and took out his cat.

"He said: 'Be quiet, Norry. If you let me have my will of you I won't hurt you, but if you won't I'll give it you.'

"He opened his pantaloons and out started, oh! such a big one, it would have frightened you as he pushed it against her bottom. She cried more than ever.

"He brought down the cat with a smart stinging blow on her bottom.

"She jumped and yelled.

" 'Be quiet now or you'll get more.'

"She stopped, while he separated her legs as widely as he could. Then stooping, he looked up into her slit, which he kept open with his fingers. I could see that it was very red inside, had plenty of black woolly hair on it.

"Then he put in the head of his prick, and giving a great push, it went in every bit of it. Then he withdrew it out all wet and red looking, and putting his arms round her hips he went on pushing in and out with all his might.

"She did not mind but only poked out her bottom as if to get more of it.

"Then he stopped suddenly, and pressed in hard against her.

"After which he untied her, and giving her a kiss, sent her away."

"That's very odd Joe. It must have hurt her very much."

"Indeed it didn't. She liked it beyond anything. I know it by the way she stuck out her bottom. Will you just try and you'll feel how pleasant it is."

My amorous feelings were aroused, so I did not object to his having a trial.

I kneeled on the seat, as he told me, and jutted out my bottom.

He tried to get his cock into my slit, but failed. I put down my hand and kept the lips open, but whether from my immaturity or his inexperience, he could not succeed.

A few days afterwards he came running up to me in great glee, crying out: "I can do it now, Katie, I can do it now!"

"Stop your noise. What do you mean?"

"Stay, Katie, and I will tell you. You know father and I live in the cottage. He has, however, generally one or two of the slave girls with him in the evening. They like to come to him for they get plenty of rum, and are sure of a half holiday next day.

"He sends me to bed and then produces the rum, sugar and water. Last night he had three with him. He sent me off to bed as usual, but I hid behind the door.

"They soon became very merry over the drink and capered about in style. He threw up their petticoats, slapping their bottoms and tickled their cunts, while they pulled out his prick and handled his balls. Then he made them undress and chased them naked around the room. Whenever he caught one, he felt her cunt, and making her kneel would stick his prick into it from behind while the others tickled his balls and bottom. In the midst of the fun, one of them suddenly opened the door, and spying on me, seized me, and dragging me into the room, cried out: 'Oh, here's massa Joe playing bo-peep. What shall we do with him?'

" 'Let's strip him,' cried another, 'and we will make him fuck Fanny. She is the youngest and her cunt will fit his little prick best.'

"My father only laughed and said: 'All right, he'll be man enough for any of you some of these days.'