Anonymous - Romance of Lust Vol.4

He it was that instructed her so deeply in classic literature as well as modern languages, but always choosing such lewd works to carry out her education as Meursius and Suetonius in Latin, Athenaeus with his supper conversations in Greek, especially drawing her attention to his chapter on boy love, Boccaccio and Casti in Italian, the uncastrated editions, the adventures of Casanova, and the hundreds of French bawdy books, with the most exciting illustrations of all these works and many others besides. The lecture on them always led to a good fucking in one aperture or the other, practising the particular description that excited their lewdness

He so depraved her mind that she soon longed for other experiences than all he could give, and she cast about for an aide-du-con. This she first found in their young and handsome footman, who proved not only discreet, but completely up to his work, and uncommonly well furnished. They occupied in every voluptuous excess the hours papa had to attend to the extensive and rich parish of which he was the rector.

I must tell the rest in her own words; she said'Continued immunity in our excesses led to excessive incautiousness, and caused the discovery of our intrigue by my father, who appeared shocked and distressed at the discovery, but he was quickly reconciled, as it ended in his having the youth himself and introducing him into our incestuous orgies, in which he both fucked and was fucked by my father when they were not giving me the exquisite delight of having both together. And for five or six years I had but these two charming satisfiers of my lust.

'At this period a beautiful youth of fourteen, the son of a younger brother of my father, and, consequently, my first cousin, came to live with us. He was an orphan, left by his mother under the guardianship of my father. I was some three years his senior and he took to me as an elder sister, was very loving in that character only, and used to embrace and kiss me most affectionately. I, for my own part, soon began to have other feelings.

'On his first arrival, in grief at the loss of his only surviving parent, he feared to go to bed alone, so I used to accompany him, and help to undress him. He was all innocence; his mother, up to her recent death, had done the same, so he had no mauvaise honte, and I helped off his shirt and helped on his nightgown, and even witnessed his diddling before he got into bed, when I tucked him in and kissed him before leaving.

'Of course with my then complete knowledge and practice of every art of lust, I could not but look for and discover all his secret charms, then always in a state of repose, but promising a future development. I grew lewd upon him one morning, after an orgy with papa and the footman, who had not altogether satisfied me. I was tempted to go along to my cousin Henry, to waken and cuddle him, knowing that he would probably awaken with a cockstand, as usual with youths, and even men.

I slipped along, and at once saw what I expected, for he was only partially covered with the sheet and the prominence of his prick was unmistakable. I gently removed the sheet, and was delighted to see that his instrument, insignificant enough when down, was of a very respectable volume when erect, and quite capable of giving any woman perfect satisfaction from its excessive hardness. I gently took it in my hand to feel it, it throbbed at the touch, and felt like a piece of wood in hardness, with a velvet covering.

'I got into his bed by his side without awakening him, taking care to pull up my chemise so as to let him feel the contact of my bare skin. I pulled the sheet over us, took him in my arms, and woke him with a kiss.

'He was surprised and delighted at finding me by his side, but as yet had no idea but that of cuddling and caressing me. In throwing my arms around him I had taken care to pull his nightgown up to his loins, so that his naked body pressed against mine as we embraced.

'In apparent surprise I cried out, "What is that pressing so hard against my body," at the same time moving my hand and laying hold of it. It throbbed violently to the touch. I threw the sheet off to see what it could be.

'"Dear me," said I, "how is this? What a change! it was not like that when I put you to bed last night. How has it become in this strange state?"

'"It is so, dear cousin, when I want to pee in the morning, and goes down afterwards."

'"Then jump up and pee, and I want to do the same."

'He took the pot and piddled. I took another and piddled, standing with legs wide apart, and holding the chamber pot partly between and partly under my thighs, so that he could perfectly see the whole of my cunt, and the flow of water from it.

'He stared with astonishment; it was really the first time he had any knowledge that women were differently formed down there than he was.

'"How funny," cried he, "you piddle from a chink, and have no doodle. I should like to see it nearer."

'I told him I would lie down on my back on the bed, and he could look as much as he pleased, but he must never tell anybody what he would see, because it was a great secret.

'He promised, of course. I lay down on my back, having first thrown off my chemise, stretched wide my legs and told him he would see better if he knelt between my legs, some slight distance from the object to be seen.

'He got up and began a close examination, admiring the immense quantity of hair I had already got, opened the lips, caressed what he called the little doodle, my clitoris, which was rampant with lewdness. I told him to feel inside with his middle finger; he pushed it up and I nipped it, to his astonishment, so that he could hardly withdraw it. Nature, unknown to him, acted her part; his cock, which had gone down after piddling, stood stiffer than ever. I laid hold of it, and said'"How comes this, Henry? You can't want to piddle again."

'"No, no, but I feel queer all over, I don't know why, and it seems to have raised my doodle as you see."

'"If you will keep it secret I will show how it comes about."

'He promised that he would never, never, tell anything I should teach him. So I said'"Come to my arms, lie down on my belly, and I will teach you. There, that is it."

'His cock beat fiercely against my cunt. I passed my hand down, guided it between my pouting lips, then placing my hands on his buttocks pressed down and forced his charming shaft up to the hairs of my longing cunt, foaming with my father's and footman's sperm, so that he slipped in with the greatest ease; but no sooner was he hilted than one of my exquisite cunt-pressures made him cry out with unexpected pleasure, while I spent with the delicious conviction that I was enjoying the first fruits of a beautiful youth. I told him how to move in and out, nature did the rest the moment he knew what to do. A very few thrusts brought down his first tribute on the altar in the exquisite recess of Venus, the voluptuous goddess of love. I joined in the delicious discharge.

'Once having experienced the joys of coition the dear boy fucked me five times before I could get him to withdraw, and it was only the fear of discovery that induced him at last to get off me. We had a delicious cuddle, and I promised to come every morning I could do so with safety. Impressing upon him the absolute necessity of secrecy and caution, if he wished to have any repetition of the delightful lesson I had given him, I returned to my room, gratified beyond measure in having taken a maiden tribute. Women who have the luck of such good fortune alone know the exquisite delight of initiating a virgin prick into love's mysteries and our longing cunts.

'We carried on this delicious intercourse for months before it was discovered, but use begets want of caution, and my father at last discovered it. Poor Henry thought himself happily excused by allowing my wanton parent to take possession of his bottom while fucking me. My warm embraces enabling him to support the great and curious pain and pleasure attending a first penetration of that delicious narrow aperture dedicated to the obscene god. It ended in his complete initiation into our orgies with the footman. His addition to the orgy enabling more complex and lustful combinations than two men and a woman alone could indulge in.