Anonymous - Pearl

Mr. Peaslin went on gently to insinuate himself and fortunately for my game-cock, the spending had oiled her so that I gained an inch or two, and then with a sudden plunge as I clasped her round the hips, I was three-quarters entered in a moment.

What a start she gave, but seemed to have the presence of mind not to scream.

"Oh, heavens, sir, what are you about? I'm ruined! Leave me, you wicked man, this instant!" she exclaimed, as I could see the tears start to her eyes, and the deep blush of shame overspread her face.

"Not yet, my darling Mrs. Glover! I had a peephole and the sight of you fingering yourself drove me quite mad with desire. Now, won't you forgive me? I couldn't help myself," I replied, as I seized the opportunity to push on to victory, and felt myself buried to the hilt in her throbbing sheath.

I lay on her kissing and imploring for forgiveness, making my prick throb inside of her as I did so, and at last she faintly smiled my pardon. I need not tell you more, how we used to sleep together every night, and that our liaison quite blinded her to our intentions regarding Master Frank.

We soon proceeded to all sorts of indecencies with the youth. Mr. Reddie and myself would compare the immense difference in the size of our pricks before him in the bathing-machine (Reddie's was a very small one, not five inches). We asked him to feel and judge for himself. The very touch of his delicate soft youthful hand made the seed shoot from me, which you may be sure immensely surprise the lad, and made him blush scarlet, so that we were afraid of having gone too far.

Another morning Mr. Reddie gamahuched him till he spent in his mouth and seemed to enjoy the sucking, after which we handled each other's pricks and he amused himself with them, until we emitted our juice, mine spurting all over his belly as he stood in front of me. Then we went into the sea to refresh ourselves and afterwards made him a present of half a sovereign, which his innocent mother, I believe, thought was only a delicate way of pleasing herself.

A day or two after this, Mr. Reddie pretended to be obliged to return to town for two or three days and we easily persuaded Mrs. Glover to allow Frank to go with us, and I promised to show him all the sights, while Mr. Reddie was attending to his business; this she also took as another kindness to herself and we started on our journey.

We took apartments in town at the house of a Mrs. Anderson (an old friend of Mr. Reddie's where he was always safe to do as he pleased). They consisted of a sitting-room and bedroom adjoining, the latter with two beds in it so that Frank had to sleep with either one of us.

Then we showed him a fine collection of coloured plates of boys and girls, boys with boys or men, etc., some of the latter plainly showing they had got their cocks in their partners' bottoms.

"You'll let him do it to you, Petro, won't you?" appealed Mr. Reddie as he whispered in ecstasy: "I shall soon be handed now!"

There was no object on my part; his little cock couldn't hurt me. Besides, I had a great fancy for it at the moment, and told him he must put his arms around my waist and handle my cock and make it come.

Frank was quite pleased to try. His youthful affair was quite stiff and hard at the idea of having a man.

We threw off everything and I knelt down on all fours on the hearth-rug. Then, Mr. Reddie guided Frank's prick to my arse-hole and he soon wriggled it in whilst his hand clasped and frigged my big cock in front. It was so extraordinarily exciting to my ideas that I spent at once, and clasped one of my hands round each of his wrists to make him frig quicker; also to secure him in case he flinched from Reddie's assault.

My friend had already got a finger well greased with cold cream up Frank's fundament which the boy seemed to enjoy rather than not, as I might judge by the increasing activity of his little prick in my arse.

"Now, Frank," said Mr. Reddie, "you will let me try to have you, won't you, you dear boy? It won't hurt."

I had previously taken a looking-glass from the dressing-table and placed it on the floor, so I could see every motion of both of my companions. With one hand Reddie was caressing the cock and balls of the boy, as he fucked my bottom, whilst his right hand presents his prick to the tight little pink arse-hole which kept bobbing towards him.

Frank winced a little at the attack; but Reddie being small, as I have said, had no difficulty in effectually getting into him. How his face flushed and his eyes sparkled with delight as he almost screamed out: "I'm in, oh, delicious! I'm landed at last, Petro, my dear fellow! I'm coming — I can't stop!"

This made me come again and I also felt Frank spend at the same moment. We kept our places and had another splendid bottom-fuck before separating.

My prick was too big to get into either of my companions; but I loved to have the boy fuck me, and frig me whilst Reddie had him.

The very thought of that adventure makes my old pego stand at any moment.

The Rev. Kettle of Battersea met on the Rhine-boat a lady who had not seen him for years. "How do you do, Mr. Kettle, I heard you were married. Any family?"

"Yes, Madame, six."

"Six, dear me! how many are boys and how many girls?"

"The number is divided, Madame, there are six little Kettles, three with spouts, three without."

THINGS I DON'T LIKE TO SEE.

I'm a modest young man, I'd have you all know,

And I can't bear to hear or to see anything low;

From a child all my friends could not fail to detect,

That my notions were moral and strictly correct.

Now some of you, doubtless, may think me an ass,

And declare my confession is naught for a farce;

Still, to what I have said I'll religiously stick,

And, to use a low phrase, stand my ground like a brick.

Stop, a few minutes you are able to spare,

A bit of my mind I intend to lay bare;

Tho' with my way of thinking you'll p'raps not agree,

I'll tell you a few things I don't like to see.

I don't like to see vulgar girls in the town

Pull their clothes up, and stand to be goosed for a crown;

Nor a man with light trousers, of decency shorn,

Stop and talk to young ladies while having the horn.

I don't like to see women wear dirty smocks,

Nor a boy of fifteen laid up with the pox;

And I don't like to see, it's a fact by my life—

A married man grinding another man's wife.

Nor I don't like to see — you'll not doubt it, I beg,

A large linseed poultice slip down a man's leg;

Nor a gray-headed sinner that's fond of a find,

When a girl under twelve he is able to grind.

In church, too, believe me, I don't like to see

A chap grope a girl while she sits on his knee;

Nor a lady whose visage is all over scabs,

Nor a young married lady troubled with crabs.

Nor I don't like to see, through it's really a lark,

A clergyman poking a girl in the park;

Nor a young lady, wishing to be thought discreet,

Looking in print-shops in Holywell Street,

I don't like to see, coming out of Cremorne,

A girl with her muslin much crumpled and torn;

Arm in arm with a fellow who's had the mishap,

To forget, when he shagged her, to button his flap.

Nor I don't like to see, though some think it a treat,

A young woman scratching her thing in the street;

And a boarding-school miss, with no sense in her pate,

Sit and chalk a man's tool on the back of her slate.

I don't like to see, in the bright face of the day,

A man stand and piss in the public highway;

Nor a Newfoundland dog, without any disguise,

Tied fast to a bitch not a quarter his size.

Nor I don't like to see, little sisters and brothers