The Autobiography of an Old Man in Search of an Orgasm
With special attention to his delightful adventures among the younger members of the wistful sex
Gentle Reader:
Before transcribing my correspondence with my fair friends it is necessary to describe the scene of the amours alluded to in these letters.
I also must say a few words about the chief character and actor in these delightful scenes, which is myself.
I am a man who, having passed the rubicon of youth, has arrived at that discerning age in life when the passion, so to speak, requires a more stimulating diet than is usually found in the arms of every hand-painted and weather-beaten courtesan.
To further carry out my plans of research work in the interest of science and philosophy, in addition to that of a keen enjoyment without sensual riot, which always detracts from voluptuous enjoyment and imperils the safety of the practitioner, I became the purchaser of a rare and discreetly situated suburban villa, set like one of nature's gems in an exquisite setting in the midst of extensive grounds, embosomed in lofty trees and surrounded by a high wall, completely enclosing the grounds.
Although a villa of most exquisite design, I altered it to suit my taste and purposes, and had it so arranged that all the windows faced towards the road, except the French ones which opened on a vista of wide sweeping lawn and graceful Lombardy poplars.
My favorite room was facing this delightful scene, a most intimate room, delightfully decorated in lapis lazuli, an ultramarine color much affected by me.
To render the grounds more private, high walls extended like wings from either side of the house and joined the outer walls. I thus secured an area of about five acres of most charming woodland, which was not overlooked from any quarter and where everything which took place would be a secret unknown to the servants in the villa, a point which I wish the gentle reader to bear in mind as he peruses these pages.
The grounds I had laid out in true English style, having imported an English gardener to assist in laying out the umbrageous walks, grounds, alcoves, and silent love grottoes; everywhere, I placed fountains and other charming accessories to the garden, in fact every adjunct that would lend charm and distinction to the already rustic beauty of the place.
I selected one spot on which I lavished my undivided attention in furnishing-a charming grotto, and it commanded a view of the entire vista without being conspicuous.
In the open space facing the secret bower alluded to was spread out a fine lawn, embossed with alluringly arranged flower-beds of the choicest flowers, from the bouquet of "Maiden blush" roses to lobelia. In the center of a charming array of Spirea Van Hout-tei appeared a fine statue of Venus, in white marble, at the end of every vine-covered alley was a terminal figure by a noted sculptor, interspersed with numerous figures of the little God of the Garden in his various forms, either bearded like an antique head of the Indian Bacchus, or soft and feminine as we see the lovely Antinous of the celebrated Hermaphrodite, the form of a lovely girl with puerile attributes.
In the midst of the celebrated Giovanni Marjoloca fountain swam gold and silver fish of rare vintage, while choice crystals and stars glittered against mother of pearl in the bottom of the basin.
The gardeners who kept this happy paradise in order were only admitted on Mondays and Tuesdays, which days were devoted by me entirely to study, the remaining days being devoted and dedicated to the sacred mysteries of Venus.
The garden had three massive doors in its wall, each made with a special lock and fitted with golden keys which never left my watch-guard.
Such were the external arrangements of my lovely and charming outdoor vistas. Not a few, few words about the internal arrangements of my "salle d'amour" and I am done.
This apartment was large and lofty and in its fittings, entirely "Louis Quinze," that is to say, in the latest French mode. The walls were paneled and painted in pale French gray, white, and lapis lazuli, and the effect heightened with touches of gold and relieved of its too austere formality by being hung with excellent paintings by Watteau, Corot, and George Bellows.
Cabinets d'assistance, richly inlaid with ormolu and beachnut marquetrie, lined the sides, each filled with rare ivory dildoes, hand-carved wimpuses of jade and gold, erotic tomes by the most expensive authors, each illustrated by exciting and exquisite prints and inlaid hand-tooled colorings and etchings.
All charmingly bound in levant and other rare materials, volumes such as these are sought for with avidity and eagerly snaffled off at every auction in America and Europe.
The couches and fauteuils were covered en suite and en passant with gray satin, violet trimming, and purple and lavender satin, stuffed with albatross down and the extremely rare feather of the dodo.
The legs of the tables were encrusted with gold, and the tops of the tables were covered with Carrara marble. When not in use for the serving of scrumptious collations, which were from time to time sent up through a trap door in the floor, the tables were covered by rare Gobelin tapestries and early Mexican Arras embroideries.
The intricate and delicate mullioned windows were hung with voluminous folds of gray and amber satin damask, and the Florentine blinds were trimmed in Venetian lace and rose-colored Watteau bands.
The chimney-piece was of alabaster marble, that exquisite design so affected in American foyers. There was a large and gigantic sculpture in relief, representing Dawn, with beautiful children at play in every attitude which those of prudish or puritanical minds might designate as wanton-every attitude of the juvenile mind at play.
Most of the figures were entwined with grapes and bric-a-brac and other intricacies of the sculptor's art at its best.
One particular group depicted a group of merry children cavorting in a rose window at dawn.
Before the enormous fireplace were placed on either side a group of silver dogs, the work of the early Flemish sculptor and silversmith, Kubla Khan, to support the wood, which was especially imported from the Black Forest according to the style in vogue in the middle of the last century.
To complete the coup du del, my embroidered suit of garnet, with its velvet-plumed hat and diamond-studded sword, was carelessly thrown upon a chair, while the sideboards were covered with costly and antique snuff boxes and delicate china.
Such were the furnishings of this delightful chamber; as for the rest of the house, it was exactly like any other respectable home.
My establishment was looked after by a not-too-inquisitive old dame who was well paid and not too easily intrigued, and by a bouncing cook and a sprightly housemaid who were kept in good humor by an occasional chuck under the chin and, at times, but not too often, an occasional crown, with, once and a while, a half holiday.
Beyond these innocent liberties they were not molested; as for the gardeners, they lived out of the house and being well paid for their two days' work a week, it followed that they were not too inquisitive or affected by any undue curiosity as to what passed in the grounds when their services were not required.
Having thus taken the liberty to describe the setting in which this delectable story is inserted, I will proceed without further delay at once to the letters, only expressing a hope that you, most courteous reader, will quietly lay down this book if you are of a delicate and sensitive nature, for the contents may prove too strong for your stomach, and thus you will not fall afoul of
Your humble servant,
The AUTHOR.
TO LIZZY
You ask me, dear Lizzy, to relieve the ennui which your too venerable and watchful lord causes you to suffer with his officious attentions by a recital of those scenes which are not visible to the uninitiated, and I, having always been your devoted slave and doddle de doo, hasten to obey.
You must know, my chere petite, that I have certain convenient ladies in my pay whom I call pointers, for they help me flush out the game.
Last Thursday, as I lay on the sofa, absorbed in that most charming of Diderot's celebrated tomes, La Religieuse, the silver bell which communicates with my tongue tingled and aroused me from lethargy.
I immediately sprang to my feet and wandered my way through that charming avenue of poplars which, dear Lizzy, we both know so well, and made direct to the gate; here was a well-known equipage, and a glance at the footman showed me that the jehu was none other than Madame R---y herself, with a devilish handsome footman.
A near imperceptible glance and a flick of her small riding crop toward the carriage gave me to comprehend all that I wished to know, so, first looking up and down the umbrageous avenue to see that we were not observed, I whispered the password and opened the door.
Come my little darlings, I quipped, and two pretty creatures, dressed in the most coquettishly modeled style with charming little hats, sprang, nothing loath, into my stretched arms.
The next moment we were all standing in the garden with the door locked, and the sound of the retreating carriage wheels told us that soon we would be alone in the arbor of Venus.
The elder of my two little pets was a blooming blonde with soft hair that shone like gold; she had melting eyes of the loveliest blue and cheeks tinted with the softest blushes of rose.
Ah, they were charming children. The next was about twelve or thirteen, a sparkling brunette with raven tresses. Both children's forms were moulded with perfect symmetry and their manners were cultivated and elegant, albeit, most entrancingly gay.
You will agree with me, dear Lizzy, that Madame R---y had catered well.
Now my little doves, I said, giving each a kiss, what shall we do first? Are you hungry? Shall we eat?
And of course the eternal feminine responded and they joyously assented to eating. I led them to my bowered chamber where we had pattied strawberries, apricots and cream, fluffy cream-puffs, and delectable champagne, which actually disappeared with incredible rapidity, as is the case with most females.
While they were demolishing the collation, I was exploring and patting each dimpled bottom and toying with and inserting my finger into the hairless cunt of the blonde, which actions, needless to say, did not disturb their attention to the food.
One was called Blanche and the other Cerise. I was beside myself with rapture.
I covered one and then the other with warm, passionate kisses.
At last the children finished their collation and we all went out onto the grounds where we walked around, and I showed them the various objets d'art which so plentifully filled the spacious grounds.
I showed them everything, not forgetting the statue of the impudent God Priapus, at whose grotesque appearance with his great prick standing out the children laughed quite merrily, and when I offered to give them a swing, their joy was uncontrolled, as it were.
In placing them in the swing, I took great care that their lovely posteriors were placed so that they stuck out through the velvet seat, and, as their clothes were short, each time they swung high in the air I had a full expansive view of their ravishing asses and the tempting rose-colored slits that pouted between them. Oh dear little feet, clad in fucktious shoes, the racy delectable legs-nothing could be finer. Oh it was tantalizing.
We were all heated, I with the excitement of swinging them, they with the wine, so they readily agreed to my proposal that we proceed to a secluded spot where there was a little lake lined with marble and not more than four or five feet deep.
Without much ado we soon clambered out of our raiment and were naked, sporting in the water; then only was it that I could get an uninterrupted view of their charms.
The budding, small, pointed breasts, just beginning to grow, the polished ivory shoulders, the exquisite fall in the back, the wasp-like waist, the bulging, voluptuous hips and sensuous ass, with its dimpled cheeks, ravishing and delightful hips and plump thighs and smooth-satin stomach, gorgeous bellies!
Oh the entrancing effect, the thrilling sensual effect on my ramrod; in a twinkling it was raised on high and firm as a constable's staff. I put it in their hands, I kissed and frigged their fragrant, rosy-lipped coosies, I gamahuched them, and then the saucy Cerise took my rosy-tipped joint in her ruby mouth and began rolling her well-trained tongue about its throbbing and swollen head.
Her ministrations were so effective that soon I was tossing and rolling about in ecstasy, nearly fainting with unalloyed bliss.
At this moment our delightful and exquisite posture was this: I lay like an inimitable "Fawn," my Apollo-like form stretched upon the greensward, with Blanche sitting astride my face, my tongue glued to her rosebud cunt.
Cerise knelt astride of me likewise, her ravishing posteriors elevated towards me and my fingers inserted in her delectable twat; nor were the hands of the dear girl idle, either-with her right hand she had daintily grasped my balls, while the finger of the left hand explored that delirious spot just underneath.
But human nature could not stand this long, so, changing our positions, I placed Blanche on her hands and knees and Cerise again placed my joint in her mouth and annointed it carefully with saliva, after which she daintily inserted my prong into the ravishing slit of Blanche.
She was tight, but not a VIRGIN, so after a thrust or two and a gentle and mutual heave of our posteriors, I shot into the little darling fairly up to the balls.
All this time the dainty Cerise was tickling my balls and rubbing her body against mine, warming me up with her exhilarating movements.
Soon the little darling Blanche gave every indication of the approaching climax:
-Oh, oh, oh, dear sir, give it to me, shoot it all into me now, ah I faint, I die, I languish, I repine, I swoon-and as the warm fluid gushed forth into her delectable crack, she fell prone upon the ground like a dying swan.
When balance was again restored to Miss Blanche, we repaired again to the lake, to wash our parts of the dew of love which was clinging to us quite copiously.
Thus, sporting in the water and washing and toying with each other's parts, the afternoon passed until, tired, we left the lake and dressed ourselves.
The sun had long since disappeared behind the trees and the shades of evening began to close in. Twilight was twiling, and I proposed that we repair to the villa, where for some time we amused ourselves by looking through my files of etchings and prints of an exciting nature.
However, gentle reader, you are not to presume that my hands were idle during all this time, one being under the skirts of each little darling.
Cerise had thrust her hand into my breeches and was stroking and caressing my prick with an invigorating gentleness which amused and thrilled me very much. I soon found out the reason for her assiduity, for presently she said, pouting prettily:
You like Blanche better than you do me?
Oh, my angel, I love you both, and little Pussy mustn't be jealous, I said, giving her dainty twat a gentle pinch.
Ah, it is all very well for you to laugh, cried Cerise, a frown coming across her beautiful brow, but I can't see why Blanche should get all the fucking. Am I not to be fucked?
Oh, oh, I exclaimed, that is the way the wind blows, is it? and drawing the sweet girl to a couch, I tossed up her clothes in an instant, and my joint leaped out.
Little Blanche threw down the book she was reading and, running up, clasped my thighs with her beautiful milky arms. She seized the beautiful rosy head of my donicker and drew it in between her rosy lips, working up and down on it in the most luscious manner imaginable.
In a few minutes more I certainly would have spent on her tongue and had not Cerise, fearful of being balked, made her leave off.
Then, grasping my randy prick, she skillfully guided it into her itching and feverish cunt, immediately beginning to wiggle and bounce until she had it worked well in; then, twisting her legs about my loins and thrusting her tongue into my mouth, she gave way to the joys of Venus.
I was actually astonished to see that so young a creature could be so precocious.
But I learned from Madame R---y, who had brought her up, that every pain and ingenuity had been taken to incite those passions in the little darling since she was a mere child seven years of age, first with boys and subsequently with grown-up persons.
Blanche I had thought most delicious, but there was a furor in Cerise's fucking that carried one out beyond oneself in the delectable thrill of her actions.
So great was the delight that I experienced with this amorous child that I held back as long as possible, but she bounded with such energy that soon she succeeded in bringing down my shower of creamy fluid, and alas, all was over.
After such an interesting session, I was glad enough to scamper back to my apartment and hide my poor pego away in the folds of my silken pajamas.
It being nearly ten o'clock, I rang for some hot chocolate, which soon appeared up through the trap door in a pretty porcelain cup, ensconced among delicate ratafia cakes and bon-bons.
The bell having announced Madame Rene de R---y at the gate, we went forth arm in arm, I having first given to each of the little darlings a guinea apiece.
Arriving at the gate, I gave her ladyship a pocket-book containing twenty pounds, with which she seemed well content.
Adieu, my dear children, I whispered to the pretty creatures, I hope that ere long you will be able to pay me another visit.
Good-by, dear sir, said Cerise, her dear eyes twinkling rapturously. I am so glad that we had such a nice time while here and shall eagerly await the next opportunity for another visit. It was all so wonderful and delightful.
And the pretty dear gave me a ravishing caress.
And I also must add my humble thanks to you for your generous and thoughtful administration during our pleasant visit; indeed we are grateful to you sir.
And like Cerise, she also implanted a feverish kiss up my lips.
Waving adieu to them, I stood watching them get into the carriage, which soon disappeared up the winding lane. Quite tired by this time, I locked the gate and, going round to the front of the villa, I knocked twice and entered as if I had just come home, soon after retiring to my bed to dream over and over again of the joys of that delightful day.
To Susie Q.
I am afraid, pretty Susie, that I am in disgrace with thee for not writing to thee sooner. Excuse my seeming neglect-circumstances over which I had little or no control prevented my writing; however, dearest, I shall now proceed to narrate to you an adventure I have just had here which I think will amuse you very much.
To whit: You will remember possibly the entrancingly beautiful and dainty Mrs. K---k, the handsome wife of that old pig of a grocer, whom you met here once.
Well, she came to see me the other day and I did justice to her charms which are indeed not to be slighted or despised-with her sitting on my knee and sipping rare old burgundy.
After sipping several glasses (she really had a most remarkable fondness for the stuff), she effused:
You are so generous, so generous, and it always gives me such pleasure to be of service to you, to oblige you and throw anything in your way that is worthy of so true an Epicurean.
I have just received from the country a niece whose father has long since been dead and who just recently experienced the misfortune of losing her dear mother. The good Christian people of the town where this little orphan lived, to get rid of her, thoughtfully sent this little paragon of a girl to imbibe of my tender care.
This has vexed and annoyed my husband very much for he is as close as the next second with his money and it worries him to think of the expense that might be incurred in caring for this little girl, and added to that is the thought that he is not able to get a child for himself and consequently he does not fancy being saddled with other people's children.
However, I have, to an extent, quieted him by assuring him that I would in the future secure a position for the girl and relieve him of the necessity of caring her her. The girl is just seventeen years old and really is as fresh and beautiful as an angel, and what is more, she is as innocent as an angel. So I imagined what an amusement for you to have the dear child here, to enlighten and instruct her on the path to knowledge.
You have an elegant dairy-I suggest you engage her as the dairy maid, buy a cow or two, and there, the thing is done and you have a legitimate reason for her presence here.
But, but dear, I replied, don't you think that she will be afraid to live alone in the cottage? And if the gardeners should learn of her presence, what would they think?
Nay sir, replied the temptress, your honor knows best, but it appears to my feeble intelligence that these minor matters can be settled easily enough. I know an old baggage, a venerable old crone, who would do anything for a half a crown a week, and she would be delighted to live in that cottage. My niece can be kept out of sight during the two days that the gardeners work on the grounds.
See, it is quite easy enough to arrange: the old crone will seem to be in charge of the establishment, my niece will not be around to dispel this illusion, and only on such days as the strangers have not access to the grounds will she be abroad, as it were.
Ah, such an arrangement will do capitally. I leave everything in your capable hands.
According, Old Mother Jukes and the delightful Phoebe were duly installed.
Two elderly cows occupied the stalls, and the charming dairy maid set to work.
After two or three days had passed, I went one afternoon to inspect the progress of the "Lacteria" and see her work on the cows.
As I entered, she sprang from the three-legged stool and dropped me a pretty curtsey.
Well, Phoebe, I said in a gallant manner, and what do you think of the dairy? Do you imagine that you will like the place?
She dropped another curtsey and replied, blushing:
Quite pleasant, and please you sir. She made at the same time another curtsey.
Do you find the cottage quite convenient, eh?
Oh, la, sir, mighty convenient, sir.
Very good then, said I, and when you have finished extracting the lacteous fluid I shall proceed to show to you the poultry yard and my pet animals, all of which shall be under your admirable care henceforth.
I stood watching the dextrous maid extracting the milky fluid with admiration, noticing the grace and rapidity of her hands, and wished that at the moment she might be employed with my amorous joint, doing some extracting.
After she had obtained milk sufficient as she required, she arose and, taking the pails, placed the contents in a strainer, and, smoothing down her white apron, she came and stood by me, saying that she was ready to accompany me on the tour of inspection.
We proceeded to the chicken yard, where Phoebe saw one of the randy cocks jump on the back of a willing hen and proceed to shoot a few shots into the hennish quim.
Oh stop that, stop that, you mustn't hurt the poor little hen, she gasped. See how he is jumping and clawing her back. That is just the way those old roosters use to carry on in my Dad's chicken yard, but I won't let them do it, and she ran forward to drive the cock off.
Oh Phoebe, Phoebe, stop, I say, stop, do not drive him away, for if the cock does not mount the hens we won't have any chickens.
Oh sir, the chickens will come out of the eggs, and if he tramples on the poor hen and pushes her to the ground in that rough fashion, he is likely to break the eggs in her belly.
Not at all, my child. It is quite true that pullets lay eggs, and quite good eggs that are for eating, but they will never do to hatch out chickens. My girl, it is the cock that makes the eggs, and the eggs hatch into chickens.
Phoebe opened her blue eyes and gazed amazedly at me.
Don't you understand, Phoebe, that while he is treading on the back of the chicken he is also doing something else that even the little hen likes?
Why no sir, I don't understand, said Phoebe demurely.
If you gaze closely at the hen's tail, my girl, you will notice that it is lifted up and spread open; there now, look quickly and you will see that the cock is putting something in under the tail.
Oh la, for land's sakes, I see now, sir, said Phoebe, blushing like a rose. Well I swan, I never saw such carrying on!
Yes, yes, child, you have much to learn, as it were, but come, let us proceed to the stable. Perhaps I can show you something more extraordinary.
And we proceeded towards the stable. I noticed that she glanced back in an interested manner at the chickens.
Yes, yes, Phoebe, you have much to learn about here. Where, may I ask you, do you imagine, do you suppose the little foals and puppies and little kittens come from?
Oh law! sir, anybody knows that-why from their mothers, of course.
Yes, child, to be sure, but of course they couldn't come unless they were made, and by the way, you shall see what my little stallion can do when I let him into a stall with a cute little mare, and some months hence, you shall see the foal he has made.
To this Phoebe could only respond Law!
We sauntered into the stables. The ponies were beautiful little creatures of cream color, such as you often see in the circus.
They were of an exceptionally fine color and Pegu breed, sent to me from far off Burma by a friend.
Like all horses of that color, their noses and pizzles, etc., were of flesh color and therefore at once attracted her attention.
Removing the barrier that separated their stalls, I let the white stallion pass into the other side; the little mare received him with a neigh of welcome and gave evidence of delight at his presence.
Oh, see, she seems to know him quite naturally.
The stallion began to prance and dance about the little gray mare, nibbling and twitching at her different parts with evident delight. She immediately raised her tail and neighed.
Her lover answered her neigh, and soon he began to scent her sexual parts, which he then caressed with his lips, and anon his rampant donicker shot out like an iron bar and banged against his stomach.
I pointed it out to Phoebe and said, Girl, do you see that instrument? Some rod, eh?
Oh Lud, sir, of course I see it, and she blushed as red as a peony and commenced to tremble all over.
I passed my arms about her waist in a reassuring manner and, gently kissing her, said:
Now, my child, observe what he will next do.
Presently he mounted on his hind legs and embraced the mare with his front legs. His great prong began to enter the little mare's rosy slit. She stood firm and did not kick or strike back.
The little stallion moved backwards and forwards.
Phoebe trembled and turned red and white by turns.
The little white mare neighed and trembled with evident delight at the operation and moved her flanks in unison with the actions of the stallion.
Look, Phoebe, how these lovers enjoy themselves. Mon Gar, how they enjoy it, how happy they are.
But sir, said the girl, what pleasure can there possibly be in having that long thing put in your body?
My child, the pleasure, I said sententiously, which Mother Nature gives to those who propagate their kind, and some day, perhaps not far distant, little Phoebe will feel the same pleasures. But look, he has finished and is out again. See, child, how the parts of the mare open and close with delight, observe how she waves her tail, and how she tosses her head as if asking her lover for more of his rod. Listen now, she neighs again.
But Phoebe was not listening. She was seated on a truss of hay and her eyes were fastened on the donicker of the stallion, which was again commencing to stiffen under the blandishments of the coquettish mare.
Phoebe regarded it with rapt attention akin to reverie; her eyes seemed to be glued on the long, slimy joint.
I guessed what she was thinking about and I quietly seated myself by her side and groped with my fingers under her dress.
She trembled but did not resist, and I felt her firm white thighs. I explored higher. I touched her feather-soft and silky as a mouse's skin was the moss which I entwined in my fingers. I opened the lips of her glorious twat. Heavens! could I believe my senses. She was spending-her shaft was actually wet. Whether it was by accident or otherwise I cannot say, but she dropped one of her hands in my lap.
My prong had long been erected and stiff as an iron bar. This additional aggravation had such an effect that, with a start, away flew two buttons, and, with yet another start, out of his box flew "jack" into her hand. She at the same time pushed away mine, jumped to her feet, and began to smooth down her dresses, exclaiming vehemently:
Oh sir, sir, fie upon it, I afear.
But I was not going to lose such an opportunity, and I began to soothe and pet her until at length we got back to the same position again, and I grew bolder and commenced to fondle her lovely bosom and buttocks. I frigged her clitoris and her eyes fairly sparkled. She seized upon that prong which had at first so startled her and the next moment I pushed her over onto the hay and was industriously frigging away at her maidenhead, at which she made a terrible outcry and struggled to escape.
Quite fortunately for the occasion, Mrs. Jukes was suffering from one of her attacks of deafness and could hear nothing. I gently but firmly pushed her back on the hay, opened my pants and, placing old John Henry at the entrance to the fort, was soon in up to the hilt.
Of course, once in, I well knew how to apply those deft touches, and ere long a soft languor pervaded her limbs, she relaxed from her stiff air of defense. Pleasure had succeeded pain and she no longer repulsed me but, sobbing on my shoulder, stopped now and then to implant a passionate kiss on my cheek.
We worked in unison, swaying backward and forward, the only annoying thing being the presence of the hay, which had an unpleasant habit of intruding at the most unexpected moments, like the prick of a needle. Ourselves not being in the mood to relish this, it sort of marred an otherwise pleasant occasion.
She worked with vigor and abandon and presently her climax came, and she threw aside all modesty and wound her lovely legs about my back, twisted and wriggled, bit and pinched me, while I returned these attentions with ardor.
After our first climax we lay resting, I with my prong still in her moist warm grotto, and she playfully fondled and continued to caress me, stroking and caressing my balls, which soon caused another erection and again we were lost in the throes of love's passion. Nay, thrice did we undergo the joys of a blissful fuck, ere we separated our parts and proceeded to arrange our clothing. Not until then did we leave the poultry yard.
She is still with me, an adept in the art of love, not a bit jealous and extremely useful to me in all the other little love affairs which I occasionally have on tap.
As for Mrs. K---k, I gave her fifty guineas for her lovely niece's maidenhead, and although I have paid considerably more for many others, never have I enjoyed such complete pleasure as I have with the delectable and ravishing Phoebe.
Phoebe the incomparable, the delightful! Her mossy bower was a veritable haven of delight, a harbor of love into which my storm-tossed bark sailed many a time, and never shall I forget the joy and satisfaction of entering that warm and delightful harbor, dropping anchor and remaining safely ensconced in the bower of warm silky moss which guarded the entrance.
Phoebe always continued to be a dear and charming girl, ever amenable to reason and always eager to solace and entertain. Many an earnest and delightful fuck I have enjoyed in the arms of the fascinating girl, and always has she returned good measure for measure in our love jousts.
And now, good night, and if you can sleep without a lover after this recital it is more than I can do, so I shall at once seek the arms of that unsophisticated country lass to allay the forces of passion which are raging in my being after recounting this narrative to you, and joy be with me as usual on this occasion.
TO PENELOPE
Darling Girl:
You complain, my sweet, my clearest of girls, that it is an age since you have heard from me, and you remind me that I am the only one of all the men that you have ever met who has afforded you the slightest pleasure or delight.
Ah darling, in reply to your passionate and earnest complaint I must hasten to assure you that often and anon I have thought of thee, yea, I have dreamed of thee, and felt thy soft, warm caresses and thy dewy lips pressed close to mine in love's embrace, our warm, feverish bodies entwined fervently about each other. Oh heart of my heart, say not that I have purposely neglected you, for I have suffered by your absence and longed for your presence.
Darling, there has been nothing of importance to relate, nothing which might have interested you to the extent of my at once making it the subject of a letter. Had there been such, I would have at once written. I know too well that ordinary affairs between man and woman hold little if any charm for you and that the only interest that you have is in the loves of a girl for another girl.
But by your remarks I am flattered and, dear one, if you can frame any excuse for your aunt and will come at once, I think that I can show you how to pass an agreeable afternoon. In the meantime, I shall detail to you an adventure I had the other day, and I am of the opinion that it will vastly please your erratic fancy.
I was strolling about in a lackadaisical fashion, admiring the umbrageous trees and appointments of the woods, when I inadvertently spied two ladies seated under the shade of a beautiful elm tree.
They were seated in a very loving manner, their heads quite close together, evidently engaged in a tete-a-tete of an intimate nature.
They were so very absorbed in their conversation that I found no difficulty in approaching softly to within a few yards or so of the spot and, concealing myself in an adjacent thicket, I sat down upon the greensward to listen.
The eldest of the two was a fine, dark, handsome-looking creature with a most exquisite face of a perfect oval, laughing blue eyes shaded by long lustrous lashes of the most beautiful texture, rosy lips, and a profusion of lovely tresses tossed about in the circumambient atmosphere, all forming a most alluring picture. Her figure was exquisitely rounded in all the witchery and charm of early womanhood; still, despite these beautiful charms, there was a masculinity and sternness about her makeup which did not dovetail well with the setting. I studied long and earnestly before deciding that the male element predominated.
Her companion was likewise a beautiful girl, about sixteen, blonde and all loveliness, soft-textured skin and a perfect cloud of wonderful hair. Her figure was perfect and its most ravishing undulations raised certain strong desires in my heart to become better acquainted with its apparent beauties.
The dark, masculine beauty did all the talking, in an earnest fashion as if pleading some cause. Ever and anon, her blonde companion smiled and blushed a deep pink. I was compelled by curiosity closer to inspect and incidently to overhear the conversation.
I was curious to ascertain if my opinion of the darker one would be verified by any verbal admission in the course of her conversation.
I now set myself to listen with attention, as it were.
I assure you, my dear one, the dark-haired girl was saying, that there is nothing in it-these men are sickening, they are the most selfish creatures in the world, and besides, what pleasure, think you, can they give to us, that we do not already have without their messy aid?
Oh my dear friend, laughed the other girl in a sweet, golden tone of voice, I assure you that you talk most sensibly, but there must be something in the joys of their love, if we are to believe the poets.
Poets of fiddlesticks and rubbish, the moonstruck idiots.
But dear one, the poets have always raved about love and its delights. How often they have made it their sole theme. Besides, I do not mind in the least telling you that I am more familiar with love than you suspect.
Mon Dieu! ejaculated the darker girl, who I now began to suspect was French, especially as I noticed a strong foreign flavor to her speech and strongly suspected that a foreign tinge colored her actions at times, as it were.
Mon Dieu, my child, she laughed merrily, and her eyes sparkled with merriment. What can you possibly know of love? Suddenly she spoke rapidly and looked closely at her companion and I noticed that she turned slightly pale, so to speak.
Mon Dieu, she gasped quickly, how is it possible, child, at your age, that you should know anything of love?
The other girl blushed deeply, bent her blonde head and, lowering her eyes, said faintly, Shall I tell you about it, or will the recital anger you? It all happened so long ago that it sounds like a dream.
Visibly paling beneath her cosmetic, the darker beauty struggled and gulped for a moment. She seemed sort of distracted and battling with jealousy.
Yes, yes, child, she at last managed to say, while she struggled to give forth a sickly smile of assurance. Do tell me of this affair and don't hold back anything, will you please? I am so intensely interested.
And you will not feel disappointed with me?
No, ma cherie, not for the world. Come, proceed. I am all attention.
Assured by the apparent note of sincerity in her voice, the blonde one proceeded to relate the following tale:
Well then, dear, do you know Mrs. Leslie? Why certainly I do.
She was a former schoolfellow of mine, and a month after her marriage to Mr. Leslie I went on a vacation to their pretty summer home, located in the romantic hills at Harbaden Court in Bedfordshire.
While I was there she told me all about the secret joys of matrimony and even permitted me to witness her moments of supreme bliss and enjoyment.
What? Permitted you to witness their connubial festivities? How could such a thing be possible?
Don't you think that it is possible?
Well, my dear, it may be possible, anything is possible in this most possible of worlds. But-it sounds incredible!
Tis a fact. Shall I assure you by describing what I actually saw and how I saw it? Oh, yes, ma petite, I do not mind in the least what you have seen. I was only afraid at first that my dear little girl friend had permitted her heart to be won over by some nasty, uncouth man; however, as it was just a mere girlish frolic it will amuse me exceedingly to learn of your jolly peeping party. Do tell me all about it.
Oh dearie, if I didn't know you so well I would think that you were just the least bit jealous-and she leaned over and gave her girl friend a sweet kiss, full of passion.
Come, darling, let us have the full account of your friend's love bouts.
Remember, my dear friend, my sweet Clara, was not exactly a handsome girl, but nature is full of compensation and made up for the lack of facial beauty in the lavish manner in which she bestowed nature's most entrancing gifts of pulchritude upon her person as, indeed, her husband found out on their wedding night as he consummated the nuptials with an evening of heavenly bliss.
She had a shape that vied with Venus, and beauty and texture of skin that denoted a passionate nature.
Really, she has the most lovely figure of any of my girl friends, a most ravishing contour.
I well remember her at school when she was but still a young girl, and how she would show her leg to us girls. And such a leg! an adornment that even a woman would envy; but now, at twenty years of age, she has surpassed the finest statues that I ever saw.
My dear, I will not trouble you with a recapitula-tion of all that went on during the wedding evening and subsequently, up to my arrival. I will only recount what I myself saw. Because you, my sweet friend, doubtless know all that could possibly take place on such an occasion.
Therefore I shall confine myself to the exciting things which I saw through the knothole after my arrival at my friend's home.
Fancy, I went there utterly unaware of how it was all consummated, and saw the actual performance.
Really, love, it must have been thrilling.
She proposed to me that I sleep in the room next to theirs, divided only by a thin partition. In the wainscot was a removable knot which could be taken out at pleasure and commanded an uninterrupted view of the nuptial couch.
Clara told me that she would place a candle near the bed so that I could see all that transpired, and place her husband in such a manner that I could see every action.
Accordingly we all went to bed about ten o'clock, and I undressed myself and wrapped a kimona about myself while I sat down near the hole. Clara, assisted by her husband, was soon reduced to a state of nothingness, a la Eve, with her lovely hair hanging down her back.
Charlie dear, she said, lie on the foot of the bed and let me mount you, a la St. George, as you call it. I believe I do love you in that position.
Then, dearest Marie, I saw for the first time a man's thing, that wondrous ivory staff, with its ruby-crested head, standing up from a nest of curly black hair. Having waited for a moment to give me time to view it, she gently pressed his face in her lap and then took his noble tool in her mouth, moistening it for a few moments. She then mounted him; grasping his joint in her hand, she sent it in and began to move up and down, a la postilion.
He clasped those white hemispheres with his hands, he squeezed her noble ass together, he held the cheeks open, he thrust his finger in, he kissed her bubbies while natural sighs and moans of delight escaped the fond pair.
As for me, I was so excited I was almost beyond myself and felt almost suffocated. At length I sought relief in the schoolgirl substitute and used my finger for want of something better. This was but a poor substitute, but it relieved the burning heat of my quim and caused a flow of love's balmy dew which allayed the itching desire that had taken possession of me.
Meanwhile, Clara's climax and Charlie's came at the same time, and they lay there panting in each other's arms. In a very short time, however, he was again ready for action and, making dear Clara kneel, he arose and stood behind her, pressed his joint against the rear opening, which he had previously annointed with oil, then leaning gently forward, took hold of her bubbies with one hand while the other hand sought out her bower of bliss, which he gently fingered while he sent his massive prong up to the hilt into her rectal orifice.
With many an amorous and loving twist they prolonged the delightful scene, until at last nature could no longer withstand the delectable sensation, and with moans of joy and gurgles of pleasure they sank forward on the bed, his noble tool still buried in her quivering ass.
Oh many and various were the performances they enacted that evening, and what enjoyment they both seemed to derive from the heavenly contact! I could hardly stand it all.
I could scarcely sleep that evening. I was tossing about trying in vain with my fingers to procure the satisfaction which I had seen her enjoy.
Now, my dear Maria, talk as much as you wish about the men, but as for me, darling, the sooner some nice young man takes a fancy to me, the better I shall like it.
But my dearest child, cried the dark beauty, I dare say that it is very true that your friend has made such an excellent match and is quite happy with her husband, but I want to impress upon you is that such marriages as that are the exception-for one happy one such as you have mentioned there are at least ten unhappy ones.
Besides, I shall soon demonstrate to you, if you like, that there is more pleasure to be derived from a woman for a woman, than any male can give. We are all alone in this lovely glen. Let me show you how I can make love, dearest one.
YOU!!! You are going to make love to me?....
To yourself pet, and her dark eyes gleamed as she passed her hands amorously up under the skirts of her fair companion.
Oh-but that is droll-what are you about? gasped the girl, as she felt Marie's hand grasp her coosie. Oh please stop it. I am ashamed and surprised at you ... PLEASE STOP!!!
Do not be surprised or ashamed any longer, my little pet, her friend cried. Give me your hand, darling, she said, and, raising her own dresses, she passed her hand up under the crotch of her drawers, into the moist opening. All-THERE!!!
That's it-like that, I shall show you how to touch that little secret spring. It is not by putting the finger in-oh, no, the pleasure is to be gained by rubbing it at the top, just at the opening. It is there that Mother Nature has placed a nerve, called by the learned doctors the "clitoris," and it is in that nerve that the chief pleasure and source of bliss comes to those of our sex.
All the while, the libidinous creature was dextrously handling and rubbing the clitoris of her friend with a skillful hand.
The color came and went in the face of her friend, who faintly sighed out:
Oh Marie-what are you doing-Oh joy-paeans of bliss-Oh how thrilling it is-ah-is it possible-Oh-Oh-and she could no longer articulate.
The tribade saw her chance and waited no longer. Throwing up the clothes of the girl, she fell upon her like a panther and, forcing her face in between the girl's legs, gamahuched her with a fiery fury. Then, not satisfied with this, she pulled up her own dress and straddled the girl's face, nearly sitting down on her in her haste to feel the girl's tongue. Nor had she to wait long-her friend would have done anything she required.
She gamahuched Marie with a fiery intensity equal to her own. I continued to watch these two tribades for some time, reviewing in my mind how I could get possession of the young one, for whom I had conceived a violent longing. Suddenly it occurred to me that they were strangers in town and could not find a coach. I would procure one for them when they came out of the woods.
I left the lovely pair to their amusement and soon reached the margin of the road. Here ere long I espied a coach and six servants in livery approaching. I then saw the coronet on the door, and that it belonged to a person of quality. As I came up I accosted one of the slaveys and asked whose coach it was-His Grace the Duke of Umbragia, your honor, said the man, saluting respectfully as he glanced at my embroidered coat, sword, and diamond garters.
Then you are waiting for the two ladies in the woods.
Yes sir, said the talkative creature, Lady Cecilia Godiva, Vere de Vere Clairville, his grace's daughter, your honor, and her companion, Madame La Conte de Bris.
Ah, indeed, said I, in as indifferent a manner as I could assume under the circumstances.
Turning to a bypath, I again dived into the woods and soon reached my own demesne.
I hastened to my room and, divesting myself of superfluous apparel, rang for some rare cordial.
Sylvester, my man, soon appeared, bringing the desired drink, and I settled myself upon a divan to think about the possible contretemps resulting upon an ill-favored usage to which I might put my innocently acquired information.
Here indeed was a pretty kettle of fish, a situation to stump the intellect of a mightier brain than that possessed by your humble servant, and its caliber is of course well known to yourself.
A truly, a very pretty affair indeed, said I to myself, sipping the cordial and meditating. Imagine-Madame La Conte de Bris, engaged by his serene Highness the Duke of Umbragia to engage in the business of educating his daughter, the gentle Lady Cecilia Godiva, Vere de Vere Clairville, and how.
IMAGINE ... and my just indignation arose in my manly bosom at the idea, imagine taking such gross advantage of her position in his Grace's house to corrupt the gentle swan-like daughter, corrupting her and kissing her coosie and endeavoring to make a tribade out of the lovely creature.
The idea filled me with a sickening horror. A repulsive act that stirred my manhood to the utmost fury!
Wretched creature, this French lady-lover, this female pussy-hound, this deflowerer of female loveliness!
Ah-indeed-Penelope-let me tell you that there is no more certain road to wretched health, debased ideas, and general instability of character than to permit one of these wretched women to play upon the sensitive feelings and delicate sensibilities of female loveliness.
Oh the horrid pollution and mockery of it all! This wretched female, instilling in that lovely brain all the horrid, degrading desire for sensuous lust with one of her own sex! Out, damned creature! I will this moment formulate a plan that will for all time destroy your degrading and stinking practices. Hence, vile hag, 'tis the hour of retribution ... and filled with such ideas of revenge I immediately set about to frustrate the devil's disciple.
Very well, Madame de Bris, I shall turn this information to good account. And with that resolve I went to bed.
Next morning I sent a billet-doux to her by a trusty messenger; it was as follows:
Madame:
To all that passed between you and the Lady Clairville in the remote woods yesterday, I was a WITNESS. I am a man of position and if you do not wish me to call on the DUKE and at once acquaint him with the nefarious details, you will come tomorrow afternoon at three o'clock to the big oak tree at the east end of the wood in a hackney coach, from which you will alight on the west side. To avoid discovery, come masked.
Yours, if you behave yourself, ARGUS.
Punctual to the dot I made the appointment, as there was no saying what that devil of a French woman might do-lay for me in ambush with loaded pistols? Soon the fair creature approached with her, hand in hand. I raised my hat in salutation to her. As for the Frog, I merely honored her with a stinking stare.
Do not be alarmed, Lady Cecilia. You are with a man of honor who will do you no harm. As for you, Madame de Bris, you may make a friend or enemy of me, just as you will.
Really Monsieur, you are most extraordinary, and you conduct this affair in such a most singular manner that I know not what to think. If you have any evil designs, rest assured I shall know how to be avenged.
Doubtless, doubtless, Madame de Bris, I know the French well and am prepared for any contingency. Allow me, ladies, let us walk further into the woods.
The alacrity with which the French woman complied led me to suspect.
Ah, she has resolved to assassinate me! Having made up my mind, I allowed her to act as she deemed fit, keeping, however, a sharp outlook on all sides as we strolled along the shady paths and cool retreats.
I was about to discourse discreetly upon the subject of our meeting and the little incident of the previous afternoon when suddenly, as swift as an arrow, out sprang three villainous objects, disguised with black masks.
The ladies screamed and screamed. Your money or your life, yelled the leader of the banditti.
They leveled pistols at us and glared ferociously. Ah, woe is me, sobbed the ladies in unison.
Another scream and they both clung to me, and as I shook them off one of the scoundrels sent a bullet through my best wig. Immediately, and with a surprising alacrity that betokened the mental activity of my brain, I at once pulled forth my brace of pistols and, with a bang-bang, sent a bullet crashing through his dastardly proboscis.
It was a scene of intense strain and stress-the dead man toppled over and fell with a sickening thud to the ground, his rascally companions both simultaneously fired their flintlocks and one of the bullets grazed my delicate shoulder. But, strange to say, the other pierced the thick skull of Madame de Bris, who, turning in her death agony, cast a glance of hatred upon me, shrieked a baleful cry of baffled fury like a wounded panther, spun like a top, and fell at our feet, a corpse.
The remaining rascals turned to flee, but before they could muster up their speed I brought down the second and, drawing my sword, I pushed it into his guts.
The enemy now being utterly demoralized and put to defeat, I turned towards the lovely Lady Cecilia Clairville. Gently placing my arm about her ravishing form, I raised her lightly as a feather and, glancing about, bore her off to the spot where the coach had been waiting.
But the jarvey, doubtless having heard the exchange of shots and the cries of the defeated wretches, had lashed his horses and made a quick getaway from the vicinity.
True to his kind, he had scampered away at breakneck speed, leaving us in a predicament. Still, I should not be angry at him, as it was the means of my acting upon a thought which immediately formed into a plan of action in regard to the lovely person of my fair friend.
My resolution was taken in a moment. So, carrying my fair burden to the nearest gate that opened into my grounds, I bore her to my secret chamber and, having fetched old Jukes and Phoebe to her assistance with strict orders not to tell her where she was but to pay her all needful attention, I saddled a swift horse and rode off post haste to the nearest town, where a dear friend of mine who could be relied upon was the magistrate.
As I galloped along, clouds of dust flew over the adjacent fences, such was my haste to get in action. First of all it was incumbent upon me to place the details of the entire afternoon before the magistrate.
He was much pleased to see me but wondered at my being covered with dust and at my sudden arrival.
I told him that a most dreadful affair had happened, that returning home I heard cries for assistance in the wood and found three ruffians robbing and ill-treating some ladies, and that they had fired at me, wounded me, and killed one of the ladies. As for the other, she escaped. I told him that in the end I succeeded in dispatching the rascals more in consequence of their want of skill in the use of their weapons than for any extraordinary valor on my part, and finally requested him to have the bodies removed with a view to a coroner's inquest.
All this he promised to do, and in spite of his earnest request that I should stay and drink a bottle of wine with him I made my excuses and returned home.
I found my fair guest much better and, having consoled her as well as I could for the loss of Madame de Bris, I then gradually unfolded all the wickedness of that vile woman, and after delicately touching upon the scene in the wood the day before I told her that I had been a witness of all and had heard all the conversation.
At this denouement Cecilia covered her face with her hands to hide her blushes, and when I inquired whether Madame La Conte de Bris had shown her my letter, she said she knew Madame had received a letter which was unpleasant and which she tore up and burned in great rage, but as to its contents she was ignorant.
My dear friend, I said to her, all is well that ends well; now let us make plans for the future, for in the first place it seems to me that you are formed for the joys of life. It is true I am not quite as young a lover as I used to be, but I am more fit for amorous combats than any younger man. I am rich and, though not absolutely a man of rank, I am yet pretty well set. What do you say? I know your secret; I have already seen your charms; shall we make a match of it?
Indeed, sir, said the dear girl gallantly, attacking those ruffians and saving my honor would alone have been sufficient to win my honor and my heart, but as my father has designs of wedding me to an old man, an old creature whom I detest, I deem this meeting with you a most fortunate one and I will accept your offer with the same ingenuous frankness with which it is made.
Take it, sir, and do what you please with me. I am yours forever.
I am quite enraptured with this decision, and it has been determined that the duke should be written to in the morning and informed that his daughter, entertaining an insuperable objection to the match he had in store for her, has eloped with the man of her choice.
This letter will certainly get the old buffalo's goat. He surely will jump three feet or more in the air when he receives it.
This affair settled, and Phoebe, with many sly glances, having made up my bed on one of the sofas, I shut the windows and hastened to undress my future bride.
She was exquisitely formed and with the most lovely breasts in the world and her bottom and things could not be finer.
We were soon undressed and all that the wanton finger and tongue of Madame had left of her maidenhead I soon possessed myself of.
Dawn found us still in dalliance, but, at length, being both fatigued, with a last sweet kiss we fell asleep.
But my dear Penelope, I must conclude this long letter by saying: Do thou likewise.
TO MELISSA
Your letter, giving a most wonderful account of your adventure with the Big Boy Friend of yours, diverting me vastly, has been received.
Meantime I have not been idle. No siree. Not in the least. I have been with the busiest little girl that ever busied herself with a prick and balls.
I have been up to all the tricks that can be gotten in to and up to.
I have even copped a joint!
Since you were last here I have colonized one corner of my grounds. A discreet old creature named Jukes has been placed in charge of that pretty cottage with the roses which you admired so much, and in the dairy she is assisted by the freshest and most charming of country girls.
Positively you must come here and pay us a visit, if only for the pleasure you will experience in the sight of Phoebe's perfections.
But this is a digression and I know you hate digressions. Therefore, to proceed:
Phoebe and I, you know, quite understand each other, but time, place, and opportunity so frequently present themselves that I have nearly killed myself with the luscious fatigue, and having fucked her in every possible way, having gamahuched her and being gamahuched in turn, it at length cloyed and I began to look for some new stimulant, but alas, Madame H did not call. I saw nothing of her.
To write was not in accord with my usual prudence.
What was to be done? I was in despair. At this juncture, dear old Jukes came to my aid, though very innocently.
With many curtsies and the words I 'opes yer ain't gonna be erfended at my making for to go etc., etc., she told me she would be greatly beholden if I would allow her to have a little orphan grandchild of hers live with Phoebe and herself in the cottage.
She told me that her little grandchild was a sweet, pretty creature, ten years of age, and she knew I liked to amuse myself with children sometimes. (?!) Poor innocent, she thought I might like to board her.
I at once consented and in a few days arrived one of the sweetest flowers that had ever blushed unseen in the woods of Hampshire.
I was charmed and lost no time in providing suitable clothes for the little girl. With the aid of Phoebe, her clothes were so contrived that they only reached to her knees.
This, you will readily understand, was for the purpose of facilitating my seeing her young beauties without doing anything that might harm her young innocence.
For certain reasons that was important. I had no wish to harm her young innocence, at any rate not at that particular moment.
I felt it highly important that she should not be suspicious of my motives or consider them unusual.
We soon became great friends and she at once took to Phoebe, the swing, the goldfish, strawberries and cream, the rambles in the woods. Above all, the handsome new clothes combined to render the little one (Chloe, we called her) as happy as a princess, while her old grandmother would follow her about, exclaiming:
Lawk a mercy, well I never, etc.
In the course of a few days our young rustic quite rubbed off her first shyness and would run in and out of my room, sit on my bed, sit on my knees, hide my snuff box, kiss me of her own accord, and play all sorts of innocent tricks like other children.
In swinging, climbing up trees, and tumbling about in the grass, the little puss not only showed her legs but everything else besides.
At first Mrs. Jukes tried to stop it and told her it was rude to behave so before a gentleman, but I begged that she would take no notice in future as I did not mind it and liked to see the little girl unrestrained and happy.
Now old Mrs. Jukes always went to bed at sunset; I therefore arranged with Phoebe that after the old crone had gone to bed, she should wash Chloe all over each night before putting her to bed, and to be sure it would be done properly I used to go and witness the operation, for it gave me a pleasurable sensation to see the child naked when Phoebe was present.
Phoebe was a clever girl and did not require much telling, so none of the most secret charms of my little Venus were concealed from my lascivious gaze.
At one moment Phoebe would lay Chloe across her lap, giving me full view of her little dimpled bottom, holding open those white globes and exposing everything beneath.
Then she would lay the girl on her back and spread out her thighs as if to dry them with a towel.
In fact she put her into every wanton attitude into which she had seen me place herself.
The little innocent girl meanwhile seemed to think this washing process great fun, and would run and skip naked about the room in the exuberance of her animal spirits.
In the meantime I found all the excitement I desired, and should perhaps have been content with viewing her beauties without attacking her innocence, but for a circumstance that occurred one evening. After the usual performance of washing, etc., the little saucebox came and jumped onto my knees, putting a leg on either side of them and courting a romp.
Had I been a saint instead of a sinner I could not have resisted such an attack on my virtue as this.
Only imagine, dear Melissa, this graceful, lovely creature in all the bloom of early girlhood stark naked except for the faint sprout of hair on her can. Her exquisite brown hair was flowing over her beautiful shoulders.
Imagine her position and how she must have looked as she presented herself to the fire and then, can you blame me?
I slid my hand down and released that poor stiff prisoner that for the past hour had nearly burst open its prison.
As a natural consequence it slid along between her thighs and its crested head appeared, as I could see by the reflection in a mirror, impudently showing its face between her buttocks on the rear side.
She would have noticed it but for the fact that my finger had already been somewhat busy in her little slit. Tickling, she called it, and, laughing heartily, tickled me under the arms in return.
Suddenly, as if a thought had struck her, she said:
Do you know that-
That-that-another pause-that I saw-the cock-Here Phoebe tried to stop her but she held her interrupter's two cheeks so she could not speak and hurriedly concluded: Making chickens there.
This was too much for my gravity and I asked.
And how does the cock do that, my dear?
Why, said Chloe, in the most artless manner in the world, he tickles the hens and when they lay eggs they come to chickens.
Tickles them? I said, I do not quite understand what you mean.
But it does, insisted the little girl.
But the cock has no fingers, how can it tickle?
Why, said Chloe, he has got a finger, and a long one too, and I saw it shoot from under his tail when he was treading the hens and he tickled them just as you are tickling me now by putting it right into her body.
Now, am I not right by saying that the cock makes chickens by tickling the hens?
I feel sure I am right, she added, because I cannot think of any other way that the cock could make chickens.
Well-reasoned, little logician, I cried, really pleased with her wit. I see though that you have lived in the country. You are no fool, and I will tell you something all little girls are always curious about but which their mothers and grandmothers will never tell them about.
But first tell me why you thought that the cock tickling the hens makes chickens.
Why, because Phoebe told me so.
Oh ho, I said, so you told her that, Phoebe?
Poor Phoebe looked frightened-I hope you will forgive me, sir, but Chloe did worry me so and kept on blathering about that beast of a cock and at last I told her.
God bless you, dear girl, what if you did? There's no harm in that, I hope, there never can be wrong in what is natural.
Then, turning to Chloe, whose little cunny I had not let go of all this time-Would you like to know where babies come from and how they are made?
Oh yes, I should, exclaimed Chloe.
Very well. Now you know, I suppose, that you are not made exactly like a little boy, do you not?
Yes, I know that-down here you mean, and she pointed to where my finger was still tickling her.
Just so. Did you ever see a man?-Never.
And would you like to?-Yes.
There, I cried, lifting her up and allowing the rampant yard to spring up against her belly.
Chloe cried, Oh, the funny thing, and, taking hold of it: That is what I felt against my bottom.
I will show you, said-I, but I cannot promise to make you a baby, as I am rather too old for that, but it is by doing what I am going to do to Phoebe that children are born.
Oh, I see, said Chloe, you are going to serve Phoebe as I saw a stallion serve a mare today.
Serve the mare, I ejaculated, glancing at Phoebe, how's this?
Well, the truth is, sir, said the girl, ever since you showed me that trick I have often gone to see them do it, and I was watching them today when this little scapegrace came running into the stable. So I was obliged to tell her all about it, as I did about the chickens.
Well, I said, if she has seen that then I see no harm in her seeing the other, so pull up your clothes, Phoebe.
In a moment Phoebe had tucked up her petticoats and, kneeling on the truckle bed and jutting out her white posteriors, presented a full view of all her charms.
Oh my, said Chloe, why Phoebe, you have got a lot of hair growing on you-she stopped with a charming blush and hid her head on my bosom.
And so will you have, my little maid, I whispered, when you are as old as she is. But now observe what I am going to do and mind you tickle me underneath all the while.
She did this in the most delightful manner, occasionally laughing to see Phoebe wriggling around.
As soon as all was over I sent Phoebe to my room for some refreshments and wine and while she was gone I gamahuched the lovely Chloe, which operation, coming as it did after all the frigging she had undergone, roused at once her dormant passion into a precocious energy. With eagerness she seized my erect wand and, putting it into her mouth, worked it up and down so that just as Phoebe returned I sent a spurting shower over her tongue while her virgin dew drenched my own.
Oh, how salty it is, sputtered the little girl, spitting and making a wry face.
And is this the stuff that makes babies?
One drop of it, my dear, is sufficient to make a little girl as pretty as you are, or a little boy.
After supper Chloe, who said she was not at all sleepy, wanted Phoebe and me to perform again, but I told her that was quite enough for one night and that she was on no account to say anything of what she had seen to her grandmother.
Now I think, Melissa, you will say I have realized a most interesting adventure. I wish you would come and share in our sport.
TO EMILY
Your pretty cousin Penelope doubtless will have told you the startling news that I am-what do you think? MARRIED!
It is very true, and a very charming creature is my wife.
She is quite free from all those silly notions of propriety and jealousy.
Her chief delight is to make me happy, not only by giving me her own person but by throwing in my way any chance that may occur when there is a new face that pleases me.
With this end in view she proposed to me that we should adopt two little daughters of a cousin of hers who, being quite poor, had accepted a position in India and subsequently contracted an imprudent marriage in the Far East. These children were the fruits of it.
Thus they were more or less at my advantage or that of any one else similarly situated.
Their mother being dead, the father had sent them to be educated at home.
By a singular occurrence they were placed in the school of Mrs. Saxon, the wife of Mr. Henry Saxon of Chicago.
Mrs. Saxon is a tenant of mine and she occupies that house near this place which I offered to your papa some years ago.
Of course, after my marriage I presented Cecilia to my household as their mistress, no object being gained by keeping it a secret, and there is a great convenience in this, as whatever they may have thought about this secret chamber and ground, since my wife is now with me it silences scandal.
Now I will go on to relate to you the acquisition this plan of my wife's has produced.
We drove over to Mrs. Saxon's, with whom I have always been a favorite-with reason, for more than once when she was a little straitened for her rent, I have sent her a receipt for the money without ever having received it.
Although she is five and thirty years of age, she has still the remains of considerable personal attractions.
She was at home and delighted with our visit. She told us she had received a letter from her husband. He was still delivering lectures on psychology in Chicago and was still staying at the Alpin Hotel, a hostelry noted for its male sexual perverts.
After the preliminaries were over we began on the object of our visit.
My dear Mrs. Saxon, began Cecilia with the smile of a seraph, I have persuaded His Grace the Archbishop Lloyd to allow me to adopt your poor cousin's little girls, and I now intend to take entire charge of those two young ladies.
Then, observing that Mrs. Saxon began to look thoughtful, she added:
Pray do not misunderstand me; I do not mean to remove them from your excellent supervision; their education must of course proceed as usual. All I ask is permission to break one of your rules and allow them to spend a few days with me sometimes instead of coming only for the holidays.
Oh, I'm sure, cried Mrs. Saxon, whose countenance had quite cleared up during this speech, I shall be vastly pleased to oblige your ladyship in any way in my power. Pray arrange it just as you like.
And if, I added, my dear Mrs. Saxon, you will occasionally favor us with your company and bring one of your young ladies with you, we shall both, I am sure, be enchanted. You know I have some pretty grounds to which I do not admit everybody. But your name will be an open sesame at any time.
Oh, Your Grace, cried the good lady with a conscious blush (which showed she knew the precincts pretty well), you are too good I am sure. But really, to tell the truth, do you think that a minister of religion should sit on the altar steps? Really, I was quite frightened when I saw your carriage drive up the avenue as I remembered there were two quarters of rent in arrears; indeed, I was afraid you would find me a sorry tenant.
I would not change you, Madame, for all the tenants in the world. But see, I anticipated your fears, well knowing the sensibility of your nature and your honorable sentiments; here is the receipt, and as to the money, pray accept it to procure any little article of jewelry you may need.
Mrs. Saxon glanced furtively at my wife before she replied, but seeing nothing in the sweet face but the most amiable and charming look, she replied, Oh, Your Grace, how very considerate and kind you are. Always the same noble gentleman, Madame, she continued turning to Lady Cecilia, so kind, so generous!
Then it's all settled, said Cecilia, and remember to bring some of the prettiest of your young ladies. You know His Grace, Archbishop Lloyd of the American Catholic Church, loves to have a good time with young girls, and I am not at all jealous.
Mrs. Saxon rang the bell and presently there appeared two of the most lovely blooming children I had ever seen. Augusta and Agnes they were called, one nine and the other eleven years old.
They had the sweetest and most irregular countenances in the world and their manners did ample justice to Mrs. Saxon's training. I took one on each knee, and as I kissed their rosy cheeks I felt over their muslin frocks, and they had nice plump young bottoms with which I hoped ere long to be better acquainted.
Mrs. Saxon saw the move and smiled archly. Then, catching Cecilia's eyes, she said, A sad man, a sad rake, is it not?
Oh, indeed he is, said Cecilia, laughing, and if I mistake not you and I shall know all about it, don't you think?
Mrs. Saxon blushed crimson, but seeing that the remark was more playful badinage and not malicious, soon recovered her presence of mind. After a merry chat with the little girls and the tip of a five spot apiece and the promise of new deals, we all beat it.
When we were in the carriage and were driving home through Jackson Park, Archbishop Lloyd took out his pecker and gave it a sun bath.
As the sun's rays beat down upon it, it thrived visibly, gaining more stamina each moment that passed.
His wife gave him a tap on the arm with her fan, saying, Positively you are incorrigible. I do believe Mrs. Saxon is an old flame of yours.
Of course she was, my dear, and a damned fine piece of ass she was I can assure you, said the Archbishop, cramming his sunburned pecker back into his pants. She may be a trifle stale now perhaps, but she's as prudent as ever.
Whenever she has any orphan girls or girls whose friends do not pay well or punctually, if they are pretty-and she does not take ugly ones-she has them brought to me and I begin by fucking them and end by having them suck my joint. At five spot a head I have bought many a maidenhead from her.
Yes, so pleasantly has she managed affairs that nothing unpleasant has ever arisen from these diddle de dums. There was one case-indeed, which I have almost forgotten-which was rather awkward because the fool of a guardian thought it proper to raise a squawk when his ward spilled the beans to him and he came steaming up here with Walter Scholes of the Constabulary. He waited in the prairie and sent the constable to me with a note.
I was not the guy to turn down such a summons, but told the constable to wait until I sent for a friend. I knew where an old chum of mine was to be found and sent a message to him.
On his arrival we started off to lay out and right there in the dell you admire so much I was under the necessity of bumping off the guardian of the girl, while my buddy slugged Scholes and put him out of the way. I was sore as hell for this but he fixed it with me by the following words:
Don't you see, my dear fellow, in a delicate affair like this, this is the only thing to do.
As for the girl, we smuggled her out of the country and locked her up in a convent. By gosh, it was a heck of a business, and Mrs. Saxon, of course, was made much afraid of going to the Bridewell, as, indeed, where else?
Oh, Archbishop, cried Cecilia, how charmingly wicked you are and vastly cool, too, to speak of it; you naughty man, I do believe you fucked the girl.
Oh yes, he cried, it was doubtless what the law calls rape.
And what had Mrs. Saxon to do with it?
Oh, she brought the girl to me and held her down while I fucked her. You see the girl was a little puritan whom we had tried in vain to break in, but her modesty had been superior both to our threats and presents.
Unfortunately, she was beautiful and only thirteen and her opposition made me furious for her.
I was just crazy about her. I felt like taking my old pecker and shoving it way up her can.
My pecker grew so hard and heavy from looking at her that the weight of it made me bend over.
But don't let's talk about it any more. It was one of these contretemps that mar the career of a man of pleasure.
Really, Archbishop, you frighten me with your coolness. I am almost afraid you are going to fuck us all right here in the open carriage.
Yes, and the horses too, cried Archbishop Lloyd, waving his prick aloft.
The following Thursday found us with the two young cousins and three other young ladies, about whom it will be necessary to say a few words.
Miss Marshall was a poor Irish immigrant girl from County Kerry whose unnatural father, a whorehouse proprietor, had placed her three years before with Mrs. Saxon but had never paid a shilling. Upon writing to the town where she came from, Mrs. Saxon found out that her father was her only, living relative.
Mrs. Saxon therefore looked upon her as legitimate prey.
The girl was a thorough Irish beauty, with blue eyes and dark hair, a rather dingy skin, a pretty enough face and a well-formed figure, though rather thin. However, there was something about her, i.e., although she looked grave and sad, she was but twelve years of age.
But although she was so young, it was rumored that she had one of the prettiest pieces of ass in five counties.
The next I shall describe was Miss Jennings, a merry, laughing blonde, very plump and pretty with a profusion of light hair. She had been brought up by her grandmother, who paid very little. The girl was eleven and ripe for a frolic.
The last of the trio was Miss Bellew, a tall, handsome girl of fifteen, nicely made but a little too slight if anything. She was dark and swarthy, a brunette in fact, but there was soul in her black eyes and withal a look of languor quite enchanting. As for the little cousins, they were charming little children.
Such being our party, and chocolate and fruits and plenty of cakes and bonbons being served on the lawn by Chloe and Phoebe, we all soon became friends.
The refection being concluded, and leaving Cecilia to entertain Mrs. Saxon, I took the bevy of young girls to see the poultry yard and the ponies. I had previously given Phoebe the hint to turn the stallion into the mare's nest, so that when we arrived the animals were in the very act, a sight which provoked the astonishment and laughter of the little girls and made Miss Marshall look very pale and grave, while the Misses Jennings and Bellew blushed up to the eyes.
I don't know why the sight made them blush. Perhaps if they had been there alone they would not have blushed. But being in company they naturally felt somewhat embarrassed as it were.
Oh, come away, come away, cried Miss Marshall, turning sharply around. But I stopped her.
Why should they go away, my dear? I asked.
Because-because-and then she stopped.
Because what? said I.
Because I think you are a naughty man, Archbishop, said the foolish girl as she burst into tears.
Oh, Bella, cried all the other girls in a breath, for shame so to speak to the Archbishop. Never mind her, sir, she is always like that, a miserable thing to spoil fun.
I was sorry to hear it, said I. When I invited you young ladies here I expected you to be cheerful and polite, and if you are not we have a birch rod quite handy.
Mrs. Saxon coming up at this moment, the girls all ran to her to tell her how the girl Bella had acted.
In that case, Archbishop Lloyd, said the good lady, we must commence the sports by giving her a good flogging.
No, let me fuck her publicly first and wipe her face on the mare's ass, said the Archbishop.
Miss Marshall turned even paler than she was before this announcement. Mrs. Saxon had a heavy hand, the Archbishop a tremendous prick, and the mare a slimy ass.
Better let her simply be flogged this time, said Mrs. Saxon. Now Miss, she cried, say you are sorry immediately or you will be flogged at once.
This was a terrible threat but there was no answer.
What, you bloody little bitch, will you apologize or not?
No answer.
You cocksucking little bitch, I see that we must make you speak then. Here, my good girl, she said, addressing Phoebe, you are strong. Take her up, and you, my little lasses, come and hold her legs.
And the refractory Bella being mounted and her clothes thrown over her head, Mrs. Saxon selected from a new birch broom a goodly handful of twigs and, tying them with a piece of string, prepared for action.
We all now had a full view of her well-formed white buttocks and thighs and the other girls, who enjoyed the scene, held her legs so wide apart that we could see her cunt and all the regions thereabouts.
Bella, meanwhile bounding and struggling to be free, only exposed her charms the more.
Now, said Mrs. Saxon, you young bitch for whom I have not yet received a quarter, I'll teach you manners, you wretched little bitch, I will, and she commenced flogging her till the stubborn girl roared for mercy and her white bottom glowed.
No, no, no, cried Mrs. Saxon, giving a tremendous cut each time she said the word, I will flog the devil out of you.
The strokes fell thick and fast like a threshing machine. The white ass glowed and reddened like a ripe tomato.
Oh, dear Madam, please forgive me, oh, oh, oh, kind sir, do intercede. Oh, I think I shall die.
By this time I had become too much interested to interfere and quieted Cecilia with a gesture, and the operation proceeded.
Large weals rose up on her flesh. The blood started and ran down her thighs and at length, with a prolonged shriek, she fainted.
There, cried Mrs. Saxon, drawing a long breath, take her away and don't let me see the slut again until it is time to leave.
But at the sight of the poor bleeding girl I relented and, lifting her up, bore her to a couch in my room. Having unfastened her dress and bathed her temples with water, I left her and returned to my company.
Preparations were just being made for a game of hunt the slipper, and everyone was seated on the floor. I ran around the circle every now and then, feeling for the slipper under the legs of the girls.
The little screams, the shouts of laughter, and the fun were tremendous.
You may be sure that every girl in turn felt my hand between her naked thighs.
It sure was great fun, the happiness and enjoyment lasted from the very beginning of the game.
With some it was a hasty grasp, but with others I lingered and fairly frigged, pretending all the while that I knew they had the slipper. To see little Agnes and Augusta blush, and laugh at their gestures while tickling them was delightful, and the conscious blushes of the Misses Bellew and Jennings were equally enchanting.
As for Miss Bellew, her languishing black eyes sent forth scintillations of light as she fairly spent in my hand; but the little Jennings was less precocious and merely laughing at the fun.
Altogether it was a most fucktious romp and it became so amorous that at length I proposed a game of hide and seek for a change and, unperceived, beckoned to Cecilia; we both ran to hide.
Having retired to a deep cluster of trees and shrubs, I put my little wife on my knee and was in her in a moment, at the same time calling out Whoop!
Into the wood they came laughing and shouting, but for a long time they could not find us.
At last Agnes and Augusta, taking an opposite turn from their companions, came suddenly upon us just as the climax came.
I immediately drew out and gave them a view of that red-headed staff, at the sight of which their cousin's ivory posterior, shining in the sun, turned around and bounded off to their companions, crying out:
Oh Miss Jennings, oh Miss Bellew, here is Archbishop Lloyd doing to Cousin just what the horse did to the mare.
Then we heard a whispering and presently we became aware of a rustling of the branches.
The girls were placing themselves in ambush to see all they could.
The idea of such beauteous spectators brought me up to the mark again in a moment, so we went to it again in the good old style.
Every now and then a little eager face would peep out from between the leaves and be withdrawn in great trepidation, which caused such a thrill to run through my veins that I brought the affair to a conclusion much sooner than I had intended to.
No sooner did they see that I was going to button up again than they scampered off in different directions, pretending to be looking for us.
Meanwhile, we shifted our quarters and again cried Whoop!
It was great fun, this hiding from the youngsters and then letting them catch us fucking.
I am sure you would have enjoyed it if you had been in a similar circumstance.
This time they ran up to catch us-pretending, the sly little pussies, that they had had such a hunt for us.
It now being Miss Bellew's turn to hide, we all remained on the lawn while she ran into the wood.
It now occurred to me for the first time that Mrs. Saxon and Phoebe had disappeared, nor could I see Chloe anywhere.
So, when Miss Bellew's whoop summoned us to the wood, instead of looking I hunted in every direction for the truants, and at length, some distance from the spot where the games were going on, I fancied I saw a bit of blue silk between the trees. Bending my steps towards a thick clump of hazel, I approached softly and lo, on a little patch of mossy turf I espied the lady doing a little bit of tribadism, with Phoebe uppermost.
Ah, ah, my sweet girl, Mrs. Saxon was sighing out. That's it, ah, ah, ah. Now you found the right place, at the top. Oh bliss, oh, oh, how nice.
Please continue to roll your tongue round and round in my insides, as it were.
Then, slapping the beautiful white bottom of Phoebe which was presented to her, she continued:
Oh what heavenly charm; what a skin, what globes, what a delicious little nether mouth. Let me kiss your sweet cunny, let me thrust my tongue in and taste your sweet spendings. Ah, this is bliss indeed.
Then Phoebe began: My dear Madam, what are you doing. Oh, Lord, it makes me feel so funny. Oh, my, isn't it nice.
A gush of spendings from Mrs. Saxon stopped her mouth while the movements became more furious.
Phoebe rolled off onto the grass, and the two women lay without motion.
I now thought of Chloe, and when I found her she was trying to console Miss Marshall by bathing her bottom.
I approached and seated myself about a yard from them. Miss Marshall's clothes were turned up and I was charmed at her symmetrical form. Presently:
How kind you are to me, Chloe, dear. It's funny, I feel the most singular itching between my legs-in the slit, you know.
Just here, said Chloe, laughing and putting her fingers in.
Oh yes, how nice it feels when you touch it.
Chloe withdrew her hand. Don't, cried Miss Marshall, let me feel that little finger again.
I approached and quickly substituted my fingers for Chloe's.
Oh, my dear girl, she cried, how very nice. But I feel ashamed.
Then I touched her clitoris and a shiver ran through her form.
She threw herself over on her back, extended her thighs and, with her eyes still closed, murmured: Come here, darling girl, on my bosom.
I placed Chloe there in a moment. Then, tossing up the little girl's clothes, I began toying with her lovely buttocks.
Then, kneeling up behind her, I directed my fiery steed straight at Miss Marshall's maidenhead.
The first push sent it in about an inch. With a shriek and a start the Irish girl opened her eyes:
Oh my dear Chloe, how you do hurt me. Then, seeing me, she turned pale with terror and struggled to get up.
Oh for heaven's sake, let me go, mercy, mercy!
These ejaculations followed every thrust, for I would not let her go but made Chloe lay with all her weight on little Miss Marshall until I was at length fairly in her body.
Then, indeed, I rolled Chloe on one side and extended myself on the bosom of the girl.
Grasping her in my arms, I completed the deflowering.
At first terrified, then angry, she finished by hugging her ravisher in her arms and covering him with kisses.
All this which has taken so long to tell occurred in an incredibly short time, so I was hardly missed before I returned to my young friends.
Mrs. Saxon and Phoebe now joined us, looking very innocent, and, I having interceded for Miss Marshall, she and Chloe were sent for and joined us in the sports.
I had quite tamed the angry, petulant girl, and she occasionally glanced at me with a look full of meaning and indefinable tenderness.
Her passions were aroused and she had tasted of the tree of knowledge!
It being now eight o'clock, supper was served us-a profusion of all the delicacies of the season and the choicest wines and liquors.
Afterwards we had a dance and a game of Church on Fire and then my guests took their departure.
Mrs. Saxon said she had never enjoyed herself so much, at the same time glancing at Phoebe.
Well then, said I, suppose then that you all come again next Tuesday.
I shall be enchanted, I am sure, to do so, Archbishop, said Mrs. Saxon, but I suppose you will not want to see Miss Marshall any more.
On the contrary, I remarked, she has quite made proper recompense and we are now very good friends.
Is it not so, young lady? I asked, turning to her.
A burning blush suffused her pale face, but she managed to stammer out: Oh yes, Madame, I am sure Archbishop Lloyd is most kind.
I am very sorry I behaved as I did but if you will let me come next time I promise never to offend again even if there are fifty horses and mares instead of one.
With that I kissed them all around, gave each one a feel-up, bundled them into my carriage, and bid them good night.
Adieu my dear friend.
TO MILLIE
Lady Cecilia has fallen in love with a veritable Daphnis too, the beautiful little brother of the charming Phoebe.
He came here the other day to see his sister and prodigiously took the fancy of my lady. We are far too philosophical in this our terrestrial paradise to agitate ourselves with such absurd passions as jealousy.
I let Cecilia do as she liked, so she engaged the pretty fellow, who is just fourteen and the image of his sister, as her body page.
But instead of putting him into livery she dressed him a la Watteau, a style of costume at once simple and elegant.
Of course she made his sister give him a good scrubbing and combing before he entered his new clothes.
But now, powdered, perfumed, and dressed, he looks fit for a princess.
Phoebe is hugely pleased that Jack is to stay here; as for the little Chloe, she evidently has some very sinister designs upon his virtue.
I told Cecilia that I congratulated her on such an acquisition and hoped she would not object to my seeing some of his performances.
She laughed and replied: Oh see all you like, dear, Archbishop, only don't let the boy know at first as he is very bashful and timid.
I promised compliance.
A few days afterwards, as I lay on the bank of the lake listlessly feeding the carp, Phoebe came running to me and, having seated herself quite out of breath at my side, told me that Cecilia and her brother were amusing themselves in the grotto of beeches, and if I would make haste I might see something that might amuse me.
Naturally I was very eager to find out all about it.
I had always, from my earliest days, been very inquisitive about anything at all remotely pertaining to sex.
No matter how remote or how hazy a clue might be that somewhere there was something dirty going on, I did not lose an instant in following it up, as it were.
Of course, sometimes I drew blanks. But frequently my efforts were rewarded with amusing, interesting, and stimulating sights.
So, throwing my arms about Phoebe's waist, I accompanied her round to the opposite entrance.
We looked through a chink in the rockwork and could both of us see and hear all that went on inside.
First I observed Cecilia seated on the mossy bank and holding the boy, whose breeches were down between her naked thighs.
His hands were toying with her bubbies while she, having tucked up his fine shirt with her right hand, caressed his prick, which was stiff and hot, with her left hand and patted his soft, pretty, and salacious bottom.
The two sinners had no idea of the interested and eager spectators that were outside watching them.
As a consequence, their pleasures were uninterrupted. They continued in their lustful wantonness, oblivious to the fact that their actions were stirring up emotions and passions in the breasts and sexual organs of others than themselves.
As I watched them I felt a strange creeping all over my cousie.
It seemed as if a fiery hand had clutched me there and was gripping me with an iron clutch.
Oh you dear little fellow, cried she, what a beautiful figure you have.
Your waist is so small, your bottom so plump, dimpled, and rounded, and your skin so soft.
You have such a lovely face, your hair is so red and-fawn-like-luxuriant and beautiful, and you have such little hands and feet.
Surely nature quite intended you for a girl when she gave you this little fresh cock instead of something larger-which, however, I am mighty glad of, as you will be able to play with me.
Dear boy, do you like me to tickle it? she cooed enticingly.
Oh yes, dear honey, he replied with ardent fervor, I like it very much indeed.
Oh and I do love those little breasts, so do let me kiss them.
Then, pulling them out, he buried his face between her breasts and slobbered all over them.
Oh, oh, ah, he groaned, this is surely heaven on earth. Oh how I love every little hair on your delicious body, he gasped with religious fervor.
But, she exclaimed, you have not yet looked at this other little secret place-but perhaps you have seen girls' things before?
Why, my dear honey, to tell the truth I have, but only little ones. I should like to see your own beautiful cunt very much.
Ah, you naughty boy, do not use such indecent words. But look, here it is, and she straddled upon his legs.
Feel it with your pretty little hands. Oh, you dear fellow that is nice. Now lie down upon me and I will show you what love really is-and grasping his beautiful buttocks she drew him to her and he slipped in with ease.
Now, dear boy, move up and down. That's it, my little stallion you! I see an apt pupil.
Then, holding open those white hemispheres, she inserted her delicate finger into his rosy little orifice behind, and, entwining her lovely limbs round his loins, they were presently bounding and heaving with delight.
The sight was so exhilarating both to Phoebe and myself!
I lifted up her clothes and, still contemplating the ardent young lovers before us, commenced the same game myself.
Now, whatever the ancients may have thought on the subject, I must confess I have never seen what the peculiar point of attraction could be in having beautiful boys, as they unquestionably did.
Yet when I saw Cecilia's wanton boy finger-frigging away, a strange dizziness seized me and I felt a lust stronger than the lust for women lay hold of me.
But one cannot be perfectly happy in this world, and it happened that just at the height of titillation my climax came and I sent a gushing stream into her bowels.
Cecilia and her Daphnis having died away just around the corner, we beat a retreat to prevent discovery.
Thus you see, my dear Millie, that, like a true Epicurean, I never let any pleasure slip away from my reach.
I think it behooves us to live while we may and give full scope to those sensual exercises which we can only enjoy for so short a time.
Yes, we must all fuck and be fucked. If we cannot be fucked then we should titillate ourselves or let ourselves be titillated.
Hoping soon, oh so soon, of having the pleasure of seeing you here, I remain, Your devoted and affectionate
ADMIRER.
TO LIN
I believe, my dear girl, that I gave you a complete narrative of all that passed here during the last three months.
On the occasion of that glorious clandestine visit you paid us a week ago, I am going to continue the narrative.
I hope most earnestly that it proves very edifying to my dear little girl.
You must know then, my love, that I was most anxious to become better acquainted with my wife's young cousins.
As she was quite willing that I should do with them as I liked, I sent a letter to Mrs. S. requesting that they might pass a few more days with us.
Accordingly, to our great satisfaction they arrived the very next morning.
Now, I said to Cecilia, I want you to leave us entirely to ourselves, so go and make a few calls in the neighborhood.
To this my dear little wife at once consented; so, taking each of my little cousins by the hand, I proposed we should go nutting.
You know what a famous nut wood I have here, I quipped. Therefore the little creatures were delighted and skipped merrily along.
Arrived at the wood, they began climbing trees in search of nuts, showing their fat little bottoms and legs without the least concern.
As soon as we had gathered a considerable quantity I proposed that we should seat ourselves under a spreading tree and eat them.
Now my little loves, said I, while you are cracking your nuts, I will try to amuse you.
The pretty creatures, in seating themselves, drew up their legs so as to make a lap to hold their nuts, and as Mrs. S. had taken care that their petticoats should be short, I had a full view of all their youthful charms.
I could see their plump white limbs between which pouted their rosy slits, a luscious sight, enough to fire the veins of an Anchorite.
But as I had no pretension to that character, I was therefore beside myself with desire and ready to eat them up altogether.
However, I restrained my impatience with much ado, and began to beat about the bush.
Now I believe, my darlings, you would like to know where the babies come from?
Oh, cried little Agnes, I know very well-and whispering very mysteriously in my ear said-they come out of the parsley bed.
Nonsense, cried Augusta, who had overheard her, no such thing. I know better than that. They come from the mother, do they not, Sir Charles?
Yes my dear, said I sententiously. Indeed they do, but can you tell me how they get into the mother's stomach in the first place and how they get out in the second?
Why no, Sir Charles, she said, I cannot tell you what made them get in there; nor do I exactly know how they get into the world. But I do know this much, that some of the girls at the school where we go say that the mother's stomach opens and lets them out, but I really do not quite know how.
Would you like me to tell you, then?
Oh, dear sir, of all things, do tell us all about it!
Well then, said I, laughing, I must begin at the beginning.
Yes, yes, that is it, cried the little girls in a breath, cracking their nuts and very wickedly throwing the shells at an unoffending sparrow who was hopping about near them.
Very well, said I. In the beginning heaven and earth was created.
Oh, lud, we know all about that, you see. But what has that got to do with it? cried the saucy Augusta.
In the beginning heaven and earth was created, I went on dogmatically, every creeping thing and all therein, male and female. Now can you tell me why they were made male and female?
My young pupils looked puzzled.
I will tell you, I said gravely. They were made male and female that they might be joined together, just as you saw the pony stallion and mare joined, and thus propagate their kind. There is nothing wrong or indelicate in their doing this; are we not told to be fruitful and multiply?
Of course we are! replied the girls in a breath.
Well then, I continued, Miss Marshall was wrong in wishing you to come away the other day, for, my dear children, you were contemplating one of the works of nature. Now you know, I dare say, that little boys are not made like little girls?
Oh yes, we know that.
Well, shall I tell you why they are not?
Oh, yes do!
Well, then, because that little innocent thing of the boy's is capable of becoming in them, when they reach manhood, a great thing, and nature has ordained that he shall feel a particular pleasure in putting that pert little thing of his in that little female opening of which I see two specimens before me.
They both blushed and pulled down their clothes.
When it is in, he moves up and down and, in doing so, gives great pleasure to the female, and after a time he discharges into her a thick, milky, rather gruel-like fluid which is the seed, this being received in the womb and fecundating the ovaries, or eggs, which are in her fallopian tubes, so called from the learned doctor Fallopius, who discovered them. The egg descends into the womb and begins to grow, and nine months afterwards a child is born.
Oh, but that is very funny and very wonderful! they cried.
My dear girls, it is not funny, but, as you say, it is very wonderful.
They both looked very thoughtful. At length Augusta said:
And would there be any harm in your showing us this wonderful thing which you say makes babies? What is it like?
On the contrary, my dear little girls, here it is! I cried, and, unbuttoning my breeches, out sprang my truncheon as stiff as a carrot!
Oh, gracious, what a funny thing! was the ejaculation which escaped them as they gingerly approached and began to handle Mr. Pasquin.
That is the true maker of babies, my darlings. Is he not a fine dolly to play with? Handle him a little and you will soon see what the seed is like-and remember, every drop contains a baby!
Oh, the funny big red-headed thing! exclaimed the little girls, rubbing and pulling it about. And what are these two big balls for, Sir Charles?
They, my dears, contain the seed, which is formed in the loins at first, then descending through these balls, as you call them, where the seed shoots out far up into a woman's vagina and into her womb.
Then, said Augusta, when people are said to be in love, it means that they merely wish to join those parts you speak of together.
Just so. It is the end of all marriages.
But, argued little Agnes, do ladies really and truly like to have it done to them?
Of course they do, my dear, if they love the man they marry.
But why do they like it?
Because they feel a strange pleasure in the act.
Really? How very odd, they both exclaimed.
Not at all, said I. Let me just tickle you a little in that part and you will soon see what I mean.
Indeed, said Augusta, I know that already, for when you did that to me while playing hunt the slipper I thought that it was very nice.
At this admission, as they had not ceased caressing that great erect prick, a jet d'eau spouted forth, covering both of their hands with the warm fluid, at which they both gave vent to a little scream of astonishment and then fell to examining the strange article attentively.
And every drop of this curious stuff contains a baby? inquired Augusta. Every drop! I replied.
Who would have thought it? she continued, much interested. How very curious.
Having now told you all about that part of the business, my dear children, said I, I must now go on to tell you that the pleasures of love are manifold, and I will explain to both of you what some of these pleasures are.
First of all is the pleasure derived from the titillation of the finger, as practiced by school girls. But this, though exquisite when first commenced, palls after a year or two, deadens the sensations of the little cunny and, what is worse, injures the health. The blooming cheeks will then become pale, the bright eyes sunken, the skin yellow and flabby. Therefore that is not the enjoyment I intend to recommend to you, my dears.
Secondly, there is tribadism, or the love of one girl for another, which leads them mutually to gratify each other's desires by kissing and licking that salacious part of their bodies. No doubt the bliss is great, but I never yet met a girl who would assert that a tribade could satisfy her.
It is very exciting no doubt, but after working the nervous sensibility up to the highest tension, it leaves you still tingling with desire, longing, wishing for something, you know not what, i.e., forever unsatisfied. Like that unhappy Tantalus, forever plunged to the chin in water but unable to drink. So you see, my dears, I cannot very well recommend the art of tribadism to you.
Thirdly, there is the true and right kind of bliss, when two young creatures of the opposite sex meet, kiss, caress, and coo, and, time, place, and opportunity occurring, join together those luscious parts of their person. Add to this the pursuit of pleasure en regale. To these delights of love I will introduce you.
The little girls had paid great attention and came nestling up to me, saying:
Oh, what a dear nice man you are, Sir Charles; we do love you so much, you are so kind.
I kissed them both and, with my two hands patting each of their peach-like nether beauties while they played dolly with the red-headed prick, I continued:
But before I introduce you to your young lover that is to be, I want to say a few words on incentives. Now while I disapprove of fingering, tribadism, gam-ahuching, and the like, I think that such acts may be practiced if the natural completion of a hearty fuck is to follow.
None of these acts will then do the least harm, because the effect of fucking is to tranquilize the nerves, and produces a delicious calmness and serenity.
Having now, therefore, concluded my sermon, I will go without delay and find Master Jack, who I am very sure is up to some mischief, either stealing my peaches or fighting a main of cocks in the poultry yard, setting the dog at old Mother Jukes' cat, or teasing Chloe. However, I will bring him captive to your feet.
I found our young Daphnis at the cottage-but let me describe him to you, for you did not see him at the time that you were here.
You are to imagine, then, a beautiful young girl, but with male instead of female attributes, with a polished skin like alabaster and whose exquisite face is a perfect oval; imagine a girl of fourteen with large melting eyes, black lashes, penciled eyebrows, nose retrousse, small coral-lipped mouth, teeth like pearls, and dimpled cheeks tinted with the softest blush of a rose.
Imagine a profusion of light-brown, curling hair, powdered and tied up by a cherry-colored ribbon, rather narrow chest, small waist, and voluptuous hips and accessories; in fine, a charming picture full of grace and elegance, dressed a la Watteau.
I found the young rascal lying at the foot of the cherry tree, up which Chloe had clamored, lazily eating the fruit as she threw it down to him while ever and anon he languidly raised his eyes to look at that other fruit which her short dress rendered so conspicuous.
As I conducted him into the nut wood, the two sweet children ran to meet me and then looked shy. shook their shoulders, and blushed. Not so the boy. He went up to them with gallant speech, some words or other not worth while repeating, and soon they were at high romps in the grass, to my great delight.
After a while more of this byplay, he then began to grow bolder and take all sorts of liberties.
They retaliated, and in a quarter of an hour, their acquaintance was so far improved that they had got his breeches off, his shirt up far above his waist; then Augusta fell over the root of a tree, up went her legs, he fell upon her, and then he was at it in good style, little Agnes behind him, tickling his marbles, and Augusta hugging him and kissing him with all of her strength.
The sight was most fucktious-his beautiful girlish bottom bounding up and down, its peach-like cheeks trembling from their very plumpness. His stiff little cock, now in, now out, made a fascinating sight. Her plump, naked thighs, shining white against the greensward, were beautiful, and now and then I was rewarded with a glimpse of her lovely shaped, hairless cunny.
Add to this the various beauties that her sister displayed, and I think that you will admit that a lovelier picture could not be very well conceived, and I would have given fifty guineas to have Watteau here at that very instant to paint this sensual scene.
At this enchanting moment, seeing Phoebe crossing a neighboring copse, I called her and, putting her on all fours, she soon became a performer in this fete champetre. She bounded and wriggled, I thrust, the children shouted and laughed. Surely there was never such a merry, luscious scene.
But as all things, even the most delightful, must have an end, so to speak, and Phoebe had been very skillfully manipulating me for some minutes amidst ah's and oh's, my dear loves, and sighs and coos of delicious bliss, she fairly died away in a sweet, sensual ecstasy.
Nor were the young ones long after us. As for Augusta, she fairly ground her teeth with delight.
TO CECILY
What an age it seems, beloved Cecily, since last I saw your sylph-like form entering and enlivening these shades. The very trees seem to droop in your absence. Cannot you come and pass a few days with us?
When I think of the cold-hearted, austere man they have married to you, I feel oppressed with a sadness which no delights can dispel. Come then, my lovely Cecily, and rejoice me with a view of your charms once more.
You ask me for news of our doings here, and though I have always some new adventure to relate to you, I should do so with more pleasure could I but identify you with this paradise.
Cecilia and I diversify our amusements. To this end she has the most cavalier servants in the world, and I two sweet girls who are entirely at my disposal.
I wish that you could see Phoebe and Chloe, for you would scarcely find anywhere two more lovely creatures.
Then there are my wife's little cousins, Augusta and Agnes, who come from school sometimes and who I have initiated into all of the mysteries of love.
Yesterday we had a garden party consisting of Mrs. S. and three of her pupils, the Misses Bellew, Marshall, and Jennings, besides the cousins.
The sports consisted of swinging, blind man's buff, hunt the slipper, hide and seek, and concluded with a bath in the lake and supper on the lawn.
My new swing was hailed with acclamations by the young ladies, who, with Phoebe and Chloe, not forgetting Lady Cecilia, were speedily seated thereon.
This filled up every seat, which relieved Mrs. S., poor woman, as she said she had no desire to make an exhibition of herself at her age. And, entre nous, she is a little passe, and has besides such a tremendous black bear-skin in a certain quarter that the sight of such a grim affair would have spoiled the view.
As for our little Daphnis (that is a nom d'amour, you know; otherwise he rejoices in the vulgar epithet of Jack), he was in raptures and ran along the line of beauty, trying to see all he could.
Then oh, the laughter, the little screams, the coquettish attempts to prevent him seeing their charms and the badinage and saucy jokes that were tossed about make up a scene that quite buggers description.
As soon as the swing began to move and swung high in the air, the fun grew fast and furious, and the sight was not only exciting but also most singular; for as I sat underneath, as they swung over my head I could not see anything but bottoms, thighs, legs, and pretty little feet, all in a row.
Occasionally, to obtain a firmer seat one of them would give a wriggle or twist which showed some new charm-a nymphae or clitoris would pop out-and with each movement I discovered new beauties. When they were tired of this fun, we played blind man's buff, I of course being the blind man. The little pussies were very rough in their play, pushing me about at their pleasure and taking all manner of liberties; but no sooner had I caught one of them than I took revenge, putting my hand up under their clothes without ceremony. Feeling a luscious, pouting little cunny on which a soft down was beginning to sprout, I at once recognized it and cried out:
Ah, I know you, it is Miss Bellew!
Right, right! shouted merry voices, and, pulling off the handkerchief, I at once made her pay toll before all of them. You will observe we went far beyond kissing here. In fact, tossing up the young lady's petticoats, I pushed her gently upon her hands and knees, and having been primed, was into her in a moment. As for the others, with much gay repartee they seated themselves in a circle and watched the performance.
Poor Miss Bellew as you may suppose (though not loath to the thing itself) would have preferred a more private place. But seeing there was no escape, she submitted with good grace. Indeed, she need not have distressed herself, for her companions, stimulated by what they saw, were soon so fully occupied themselves as to pay little attention to us.
Cecilia led Daphnis into a little grove sacred to Priapus; Phoebe and Mrs. S. disappeared down an avenue; Augusta and Chloe became little tribades for the occasion; while the others were all frigging away, right and left.
Surely the Isle of Caproe in the days of Tiberius could not have shown more voluptuous scenes than those which startled the very birds in the trees from their propriety.
But, alas, this is not a terrestrial Elysium and we soon found that we were neither gods nor goddesses. Half an hour satisfied all our desires for that bout and all were soon seated for a game of hunt the slipper which passed off with the usual pleasantries of frigging and feeling in which I was allowed to share with Daphnis. The young wag set us all in a roar by insisting that he could find the slipper. He was sure Mrs. S. had put it in her cunt, and in spite of all her protestations he would feel her for himself, which I have no doubt the cunning and salacious dame relished most heartily.
You must know, my love, that Mrs. S. is still a fine woman, who ten or twelve years ago had often had me panting on her bosom. Phew! those days are gone by; I require more juvenile stuff to give me a stiffener now.
Then came the romping game of hide and seek, which produced great fun. By far the most recherche scene of all was the bath. You know the lovely lake, my Cecily, for 'twas in its crystal water we first enjoyed love's bliss together.
In a few minutes we were all undressed and sportively splashing each other, swimming, kissing, tickling, fucking. Oh, ye gods, what a scene it was. Such perfect abandon I do verily believe that I never witnessed, even in the Dionysian festivals of ancient Greece. But one thing was wanting to make us mad as satyrs and bacchanals of those times, and that one thing I resolved to have-wine!
I dispatched Phoebe and Daphnis for a dozen Burgundy.
The cup circulated and we all became intoxicated. We performed prodigies of lust, gamahuched, and did everything that the most wanton imagination could conceive, so that coming at length out of the lake, in which some of the girls were near being drowned, none of the party save Cecilia, Mrs. S., and myself could dress ourselves.
Calling in the aid of old Mrs. Jukes, we first put Phoebe and Chloe and Daphnis to bed. Then, huddling the clothes of the other young ladies on, we got them as best we might to the coach and sent them home at seven o'clock that evening, as drunk as ever ladies were. As for Cecilia and myself, we partook of a light supper, went to bed and were soon in the arms of Morpheus.
TO TERESA
I find from my excellent friend Mrs. S. that she has given you an elaborate account of our late doings down here, when we emulated the Ancients with our Bacchanalian orgies. The finish of the scene was not, I must confess, at all to my taste, and we all suffered more or less the next day from our excesses. I have therefore determined not to proceed to such lengths again.
Yesterday being the breaking up for the holidays at Mrs. S.'s, I proposed to her to invite the whole school of twenty-six young ladies. But, not to injure the interest of the good lady, I promised that any little amorous fun that took place should be covert and apparently accidental, and that if any of the innocents saw aught that might shock their notion of propriety, it should be so managed that they should never think it was a premeditated affront.
To this end, I caused the statue of Priapus to be wreathed with laurel and ivy about the middle. I locked up all the books and naughty pictures, and it was not intended to proceed to any voluptuous extremes while the young ladies were with us. I introduced on this occasion an excellent band of musicians, who were located in a tent pitched on a spot where they could observe but little of the proceedings.
From Ranelagh Gardens I brought Jackson, the fireworks man, at an expense of twenty pounds. During the morning, he was busy hanging variegated lamps on both sides of every alley, and the taste he displayed was wonderful.
The weather continued deliciously clear and warm, so it promised to be very effective. Meanwhile a sumptuous refection was prepared. The new and old swings were dusted and got ready, the fountains were set playing, and when at three o'clock the young ladies arrived, all was in readiness.
Lady Cecilia looked charming in white satin commode and quilted hoop of pink silk, her hair deliciously powdered, and Renaud, that prince of coiffeurs, had coquettishly placed a real rose on one side of her head, which had a vastly pretty effect.
As for me, I wore my gray tiffling coat, a pompadour waistcoat, gray satin breeches, and my best pair of diamond buckles in my shoes. I also, in honor of my company, mounted my gold-hilted sword, mechlin lace ruffles, bag and solitaire.
Upon the arrival of the school, we first of all discussed the viands, set out in the grass under the shade of a wide-spreading elm. Six and twenty girls sitting on the lawn, you will readily suppose, could not all place themselves so correctly but what I got many a sly peep at legs, thighs, and cunnies I had never seen before; and the best of it was they were not in the least aware of it, nor did the knowing ones, Misses Marshall, Jennings, and Bellew, Augusta or Agnes, venture to give them a hint, so there I sat eating the wing of a chicken and viewing the secret charms of four or five of the finest girls in the world.
The repast over, we proceeded to walk around the grounds, and when we came to the terminal figure of Priapus, the god of the garden, they all came to a halt and while they considered him attentively, they asked me to explain all about his worship in the olden times, which I proceeded to do.
One tall, elegant girl of fourteen, Miss Medley, showed much more curiosity than all of the other girls, and lingered longingly behind to have a further view of the divinity. You know that I am not blind and I sensed the object of her curiosity.
I knew that her curiosity must be aroused and I meant to take full advantage of the fact, which, as you will see presently, was the case, as it were.
There was no doubt in my mind that she wanted to see what the ivy concealed, and I was right, for after we had got a little farther, I pretended that I had left my snuff box indoors and, deputing Cecilia to show them everything, I stealthily returned; creeping up among the foliage at the back of the statue, I beheld the ivy removed and Miss Medley on tiptoe trying to rub her coosie against the marble cock.
Altering my position so that she could see my waist and down to my knees, but not my face, which the leaves concealed, I pulled out my own cock, which I handled and molded until it was as large as the rural god's.
She was some time before she saw it, but when she did (supposing it was one of the musicians who was standing behind the tree for a necessary purpose) she re-covered the statue and, placing herself behind it, peeped out to see all that she could see without being seen.
Of course, I shook the staff about and showed it off to the best advantage. She, not knowing that I had seen her, displayed no alarm, nothing but curiosity. I saw her right hand disappear under her dress. I knew that she was mine! In two strides I was at her side. She looked petrified with terror.
My dear girl, this is what you want, I said, placing it in her hand. Not the marble one, that is only to look at. Let me show you how it is used and I promise not to tell anything that I have seen.
Oh pray, good sir, what would you have me do?
Consider my honor, consider my virtue, i.e., what will become of me.
Why certainly, I said, it wouldn't be very pleasant for me to tell your mamma how you acted-looked so long at a naked man when by quickly walking away you could have scarcely seen him.
But, oh, Sir Charles, you will not tell, will you?
Certainly not, if you comply with my wishes, said I, clasping her firm posteriors with one hand and her lovely soft coosie with the other.
But Sir Charles, it will hurt very much.
Yes, it will hurt a little at first, but then the pleasure will soon drown the pain.
She was silent, but I felt her hand tremble as she squeezed my big prick between her tapering fingers.
That was enough, so, lifting her in my arms, I bore her to a little grove in which was a tool house never visited by any but the gardeners, and there, putting a bundle of matting on an overturned wheelbarrow, I deposited the fair girl on the soft bed and was soon driving away at her delectable maidenhead.
The brave lass bit her lips but did not cry out with pain, which I considered a good omen, so, carelessly slapping her thighs and ass and handling her breasts, I soon found a sensible moisture in that luscious part into which I had forced my way-the darling girl was spending. Soon she gave tongue in delirious ejaculations.
Oh, Sir Charles, Sir Charles, this is heavenly, joyful, I did not know that it was soon to be my good fortune to have this happen to me, oh joy, oh rapture.
Ah, ah, oh, where am I? it is so nice, ah, oh, oh-h bliss! ah, oh, ur-u-r-u-r-and, grinding her teeth, she nearly squeezed the breath out of me, hugging me in her arms and entwining her thighs round my loins with a tiger-like strength that nearly broke my back, as it were.
This girl, who had large blue eyes, when open, and a confident, bold air, had evidently found what she had long required although she had not known it, and that was a good stiff cock; having found it she had a good mind to keep it, for, my crisis having come and my desiring to withdraw, she would by no means let me but planted her touches so wantonly and with such good effect that positively I got a second erection.
She now grew quite bold and whispered to me not to let it come out too soon. It consequently happened that we lingered for half an hour in that delightful spot.
As soon as the beauteous Miss Medley had recovered herself a little, I raised her up and, offering my arm, we went in search of her companions.
Well, I said, do you find that the real surpasses the beau ideal?
Oh, not the same thing at all, she whispered, squeezing my hand.
What pains me, I palped, is the reflection that just as I have won, I am to lose you. You go home tomorrow, do you not?
Yes, that is so, she said, hesitating a little, but if you really desire it, that need not prevent you seeing me, as I live no further off than Richmond and there are numerous lovely and secluded spots where we could meet.
I stopped involuntarily with surprise. Then, catching her up in my arms, I covered her with kisses, exclaiming: Why my angel, that is more than my fondest hopes could ever have suggested. Do you really mean to say-or-come now, acknowledge that you are laughing at me!
I'm not the least bit in the world.
Then you really mean what you say?
Ma foi, yes. I find that you are a gallant man.
I took off my hat and made a lower bow to Miss Medley than I had ever made to a Miss before. Then we renewed our conversation.
Suddenly there was an outburst of voices and: Why goodness gracious, where have you two been all this time? We quite lost you both.
Poor Miss Medley blushed, but I came to the rescue, quickly saying: You know I went indoors for my snuff box, and in returning I made a detour through the maze and found Miss Medley, who had become quite lost in its intricate windings.
This explanation satisfied the majority, but I saw that the Misses Marshall and Jennings exchanged looks which I had no difficulty in reading, but of which I of course took no apparent notice.
We had interrupted a capital game of hide and seek which was now resumed. It being Miss Jennings' turn to hide, she tripped away into the woods, but as she passed me, she managed to slip a crumpled billet into my hands.
It was of a brevity truly spartan: "The tool house."
To the tool house I therefore wended my way, taking care that none of the girls should see which way I took, pondering and meditating all the way on those two or so words.
My amazement was deepened because of it being from Miss Jennings. Had the note come from Miss Marshall, I would have placed little thought on the matter.
Was it possible that she had overlooked my previous encounter with Miss Medley? No, that was not possible. However, I was all anxiety to reach the tool house and learn the reason for her strange request.
In the midst of my cogitations, I saw the tool house before me; with a hasty glance to ascertain that no one was in sight or observing my movements, I sprang lightly in the doorway, closed the door rapidly, and, turning about, was amazed at being clasped in the arms of Miss Jennings, while she exclaimed with passion:
Oh, my dear Sir Charles, this is indeed kind of you to come in answer to my note-however unaware of it you may be, know then that you have aroused my passions, and sir, having done that, you will love me a little, will you not?
Oh my darling girl, my precious pet, angel, I said, dropping to my feet and sliding my hands up under her clothes, grasping her naked thighs, oh my dear one, will I love you. Ah-and how can you doubt it?
And I groped and groped about the lovely limbs, touching and feeling all the lovely spots on her body.
Yes, dear Sir Charles, I did not doubt that you would come, you are such a complete rogue, and such a votary to the art of promiscuous love, that I feared you might overlook me, now that the bold Miss Medley, with her great blue eyes, has apparently ensnared you. Oh, Sir Charles what are you trying to do, put over a fast one, do you think that I fell for that yarn about the maze?
Really, I said laughing, what a queer idea.
Oh, Sir Charles, she replied, you are indeed a terrible rake.
My dear young lady, you flatter me, I replied, making a low and sweeping bow.
Really, it's almost impossible. Besides Miss Medley, I have to compete with the charms of the Lady Cecilia Vere de Vere Clairville, not to overlook Phoebe, and little Chloe, and-
Oh stop, stop, at once, I exclaimed, remember in these precincts sacred to the love of Venus and Priapus, the green-eyed monster is never allowed to intrude. My love extends to beauty, wherever it may be found, and like the bee I fly from flower to flower and extract sweets from each-be satisfied then, my dear girl, and I implanted a rapturous kiss on her rosy cheek.
But we are wasting precious moments, my child, let us proceed to deed, if you please, and fitting the deed to the desire I made her kneel on the gardener's bench which still remained as I had left it, and tossing up her clothes, exposed her white, voluptuous ass. Oh my gracious, cried the girl, is that the way it is done? I thought you would lie on my bosom.
Ah! my angel, there are many and divers ways and methods, I said, beginning to push my way to mark, and love, as we become better acquainted, I hope to instruct you in about thirty-five different positions.
Oh, Monsieur, are there as many as that? just imagine!
Yes, my little pet, and every one of them is the acme of delight, each more delightful than the other.
Grasping her firmly about the hips I began to thrust in vigorously, she buckled earnestly and admirably, merely giving a slight exclamation of pain. She moved about and straddled and assisted my entrance in such a lively and determined fashion that in about ten minutes I rode in at a canter, winning the race by a length.
Then, as she felt the swelling head of my prick in the innermost depths of her cunt, the hot girl gave vent to delight-she jutted out her great white bosom, she passed her hand underneath and felt the balls of love, she manipulated me in a thousand ways.
She bounded, she backed up, she wriggled and squirmed, she twisted and sighed and cooed, her breath came in short pants, and she murmured:
Ah, sweet bliss, ah joy, ah rapture. It is coming, it is coming-and with a quiver and throb, she spent. Fortunately, my lucky moment came at the same time, and I sank forward on those luscious white globes in a delirium of joy.
Ah, sweet bliss, it was delightful, what rapture! How long we could have lain thus, only Venus herself could guess, but the sound of approaching footsteps roused us from our voluptuous trance; hastily arranging our clothing, I slipped out of the door and hid myself amongst the underbrush. I had scarcely concealed myself when a bevy of girls appeared, shouting at the top of their voices:
Oh Miss Jennings, Miss Jennings.
Where can she have hid herself, cried one.
I declare, said another, I am quite hot looking for her.
I shouldn't wonder if she were hiding in this tool house, said another, let us see! and pushing open the door, they discovered her, looking very red and confused.
Great Heavens! Miss Jennings, what could have induced you to hide in such a place as this?
Rather say, answered the girl, recovering her presence of mind, how foolish of you to have looked everywhere else but here for me, it was a trifle warm, I'll confess, and I really intended to seek another spot, when I heard the sound of your voices, really don't criticize, this place has baffled you all for some time.
Well, well, we have found you at last, so come along and let us have a game of hunt the slipper. We shall have time for just one game before the fireworks, it is getting quite dark, let us hurry, and lose no further time, come girls, and laughing and chatting they led her off.
I was preparing to follow, not caring to lose my share in the game I liked so well, when suddenly I found a little hand in mine and looking down beheld the smiling face of Chloe.
What! you here, I cried in astonishment, How's this?
Oh don't be angry your honor, said she, I followed you and saw all that passed in the tool house through a chink in the door, but I will not tell.
Oh you saucy little pussy, I cried, patting her rosy cheek, and what do you want of me now?
Ah, Sir Charles, you must guess.
Egad, said I, that I can discern quite well, you funny little thing, but tell me do you like me better than young Daphnis? He is so young and beautiful, so near your own age, I am so old, compared to yourself-is this possible?
Well, to tell you the truth, Sir Charles, I have a stronger liking for you than for him. He is too pretty, too like a girl; besides you taught me all I know of love, first awakened those sublime feelings-it was your hand that first caressed that spot which now always thrills-ah, Sir Charles, young as I am, I have a woman's feelings.
Then my little love you shall have all a woman's pleasure. Come, and I led her back to the woods and, laying her on her back, got over her. Suddenly I shifted my position and, lying on my back, said, Come pet, get on top, you will have to do all the work.
That I will, Sir Charles, and with pleasure. Oh, Sir Charles, you are not stiff at all, but I will soon remedy that-let me gamahuche you and you may me, if you like. So saying she turned around and presented her lovely posteriors and pressing her sweet little cunny to my lips, my tongue slipped in at once, while she, taking my languid prick in her rosy lips, so skillfully titillated it that in a few minutes I was ready for action.
Again reversing our positions, she mounted me and a delightful fuck ensued, the whole affair did not occupy a quarter of an hour; being concluded we joined the party.
I will not worry you with further account of the frolics of hunt the slipper, but suffice to say that during our game, without giving any offense to propriety, f managed to feel many a virgin cunny, too.
The fete concluded with a country dance and general illumination and a superb display of fireworks. Supper was then served and my guests departed about twelve.
When they were gone and Cecilia and myself retired to bed, we compared notes of our various adventures.
She it appeared had not been idle attaching herself to Daphnis and Miss Bellew; they retreated to the grotto, where fucking and gamahuching occupied them for an hour.
She had also diverted herself with the innocence of a pretty little girl, nine years old, Clara, to whom she privately showed the ponies and finally gamahuched her.
She laughed heartily at the conquest I had made of Miss Medley's heart and asked if I intended to go to Richmond. I fancied there was rather more eagerness than usual in her manner, and as I knew her not to be troubled with jealousy, I could not quite understand it, but dissembling my surprise, I said coolly:
Why yes, that is, I suppose that I should go. That girl is quite a Messalina, and really I fancy that she would never forgive me if I neglected her.
My, is that possible, said Cecilia, really, after all, her large bold blue eyes meant something?
Indeed they did, and Cecilia, let me tell you something, she is an uncommonly fine and voluptuous girl, and quite ripe, as it were, quite ripe.
We merely contented ourselves while talking with fondling and caressing our parts.
I stroked her velvet pussy, and she fondled and caressed my well worked joint, and as we thus were pleasantly engaged, we talked over the various phases of the afternoon and the fete.
After some time thus pleasantly passed in this delightful business of toying with each other's organs of love, we embraced affectionately, and as we had talked over all the important incidents of the day, and being both fatigued and tired, we fell asleep, our arms entwined about each other and her beautiful hands holding my languid prick in her warm grasp.
During the night, I dreamed of the various incidents of the fete, of my jolly time in the tool house with the lovely Miss Medley, the ravishing and delectable Miss Jennings, and last but not least, cherubic Chloe.
The following Monday was the day appointed for me to go to Richmond, but all the way, as I rode along, I felt a vague uneasiness about Cecilia which I could not account for-there was a feverish excitement of manner about her, she was abstracted, gave incoherent answers or none at all, and was altogether unlike herself. What could it mean? I asked myself again and again.
Arriving at Richmond, I put up my horse at the Star and Garter and inquired my way to the rectory, I strolled slowly on, and bye and bye came to the wood which Miss Medley had so carefully described.
Imagine my surprise when instead of my friend, I found an old gypsy woman seated under the tree. On seeing me she arose and handed me a rose-scented billet; I tore it open and read these lines:
I have not been sufficiently careful with my linen, some stains have been seen, and my aunt will not let me come out alone.
I turned and placed a crown in the old lady's hand and turned away.
What! your honor, are you going away without an effort? leave the matter to me, I will arrange it.
So say you, my good woman, in that case I will repay you well. You know who I am, I suppose.
Of course, I do, your honor, all our tribe knows Sir Charles, never have you turned us off your land, never have you taken us before the justice when we filched your poultry. You let us sleep in your barns and have sent us blankets and provisions. Now, Sir Charles, we gypsies have a mysterious way of finding out things-take a friendly hint, don't return the same way you came, go the other road or blood may come of it.
So saying, and before I could prevent her, she dived into the wood and disappeared.
The plot thickened and I began to feel really uncomfortable, but you know cowardice never was really one of my faults, besides, I had my sword and not the toy one called by that name which one wears on gala occasions, but a plain serviceable weapon which had served me well in several fights. I therefore rode on the way I had come regardless of the gypsy's caution.
As I rode along the road that skirts the woods around my property, I observed a carriage drawn up as if for concealment from the road, almost hidden among the trees. The coachman lay stretched upon the grass, while the horses grazed as they stood.
Taking no notice of this traveling equipage I rode into the wood and tying my horse to a tree wandered about in different directions.
At length, about fifty yards from me in a small open glade, I could perceive through the trees a lady and a gentleman in amorous dalliance.
I approached stealthily and, without being seen, ensconced myself in a copse.
From my hiding place I had full view of all that passed.
Unfortunately I could not hear what was being said.
On the grass lay a tall, handsome, dark man whom I at once recognized as Lady Cecilia's cousin, Lord William B., while lying upon the man was her Ladyship herself; her clothes thrown up disclosed all her hinder beauties which Lord B. was playfully slapping as she bounded up and down upon him.
They were evidently very much pleased with each other and the rapturous kisses and ahs and ohs were the only sounds that reached me. After some time they reversed their position, he kneeling behind her and she wriggling and bounding in the most ecstatic delight.
At length their climax came; she turned about and threw her arms around her lover's neck, and they sank down quite exhausted.
In this age of amorous intrigue it is not to be expected that a person like Lady Cecilia would be very rigid especially as Lord William was an old flame of hers. And remembering my own infidelities towards her I should never have taken umbrage at any she might have indulged in had they been carried on as openly as mine.
But this clandestine meeting when she thought I was gone out for the day disturbed me.
I was anxious to gather from their conversation what the meaning of it was.
Therefore as soon as they had finished their first delight and were seated lovingly side by side on the grass, I crept through the copse and undergrowth until I found myself about a yard from them. Here motionless as a statue with my hand on my sword I listened.
I was saying, said Lord William, that this man must be a thorough old rake, a goat, a satyr, my dear cousin, who ought never to have had you. The things you have told me, and pardieu, I am no saint, really quite make my hair stand on end. Intrigue is one thing but rape of children is another.
Lord William laughed but bit his lip at this repartee.
In fine, my dear William, said Cecilia, it is so much easier to see the wickedness of other people's actions than our own. I'll venture to assert that if every man living got his desserts there would be few to escape.
Let fanatics abuse their fellow creatures, condemning them wholesale to hell-human nature depends upon it, it's the same everywhere whether under a parson's cassock or soldier's scarlet coat.
Granted, my little philosopher, laughed her cousin, but did you not tell me that you regarded your husband with abhorrence and detestation?
Oh, doubtless, he is detestable; a horrid debauched old scoundrel, no question.
But that is no reason why you who have just made him a cuckold should add insult to injury by calling him names.
How do you know he is not nearer than you think and might suddenly....
Appear! I cried hoarsely, springing into the open space where they were seated hand in hand.
To your feet, my Lord, draw and defend yourself. The intrigue I could have pardoned, for it is the custom of the age in which we live, but the abuse is too insulting and on your part, my lady, too cruel. But enough of words. En garde!
I placed myself in fencing attitude. Lord William (who was an antagonist not to be despised, being one of the best swordsmen of the day) raised his sword to his head in salute.
Then gracefully throwing himself into the second position, our blades crossed with a clashing sound that elicited a little shriek from Lady Cecilia, who sank back half fainting on the ground.
The duel lasted some time. We were combatants worthy of each other.
At length I pricked him in the penis, and his trousers crimsoned in an instant.
The wound only raised his anger. He lost his coolness and did not keep himself so well covered.
Lunging then under his loose guard, I should most certainly have dispatched him had not Lady Cecilia struck my arm with Lord William's cane, and at the same moment his sword passed through my body.
I fell back like a dead man without any sense of motion.
When I came to I was in my own bed in my chamber. What happened? I asked.
Not now, whispered Phoebe. You shall hear all about it some other time.
You have been lightheaded and very ill for three days. That kind surgeon scarcely ever left your bedside.
Your life was despaired of, but if you will only keep still, Sir Charles, all may yet be well.
She placed a cooling drink to my lips and shading the light moved farther off.
I found myself to be as weak as a baby from loss of blood.
Presently I closed my eyes and fell back into a state of unconsciousness.
In about a week I was a little better, to the great delight of the poor surgeon (to whom I had often shown many acts of kindness, never expecting such a grateful and faithful return of them).
He told me that my right lung had been pierced and that hemorrhage had been very great, so great that he had despaired of staunching it.
One morning Phoebe approached and said, I have something to tell you, Sir Charles, and I will endeavor to be as clear as possible.
Soon after your departure for Richmond her Ladyship went out alone on foot.
As we had no order to watch her, I would not permit Jack to do so.
We saw no more of her and about five in the afternoon Jack was rambling about outside in the woods when suddenly, to his great horror, he came upon you weltering in blood.
There was blood on the turf all about, which was trampled down.
You lay on your back as pale as death. Near you he picked up a fan, a ribbon, and a lady's glove.
On returning to the dairy at top speed he at once told us what had happened, directing us to bring your body quietly and to make a bed ready for you while he galloped off for the surgeon.
My dear boy and girl, I said, extending my hand, your presence of mind in all possibility saved my life. I thank you and will remember it. Go on, Phoebe.
Well, she continued, we did just as he bid us and you know the rest.
Oh, said Phoebe, Jack must tell you all about her Ladyship, for as soon as he heard what the surgeon had to say and saw you in good hands he got your horse, which you had left tied to a tree in the yard, put a pair of loaded pistols into your holsters and rode away.
You continue the narrative, Daphnis, said I.
The boy hesitated a moment and then began: You will readily understand, Sir Charles, that having seen you lying there with your sword still in your hand, a glove, a ribbon, a fan, and the imprints of strange feet from shoes not usually worn by highwaymen, I came to the conclusion that my lady had met a gallant in the woods and that you had surprised them and that the duel was the consequence.
Then I followed the footprints in the moist mossy turf, which showed clearly owing to the recent rains, until they nearly reached the road.
It was not as easy as it may sound to you, but by keeping at it I managed it.
At the edge of the road the marks of wheels appeared.
A coach and four had been driven off the road and into the wood.
It had stopped where the footprints ended and then skirting the wood had detoured on the road.
Putting spurs to the horse's flanks I galloped on. At the next town I heard news of the fugitives.
Twelve miles further on they had stopped to change horses. At the next six miles they had supped.
It was now quite dark but I still galloped on. Soon, however, I lost them.
There were three roads in diverse directions, and no one could give me a clue to the one they had taken.
The horse and I were now quite worn out. I stopped at the nearest inn and retired to rest.
The next morning I made the rest of my way to Hastings.
There I learned that a lady and gentleman answering the description of the fugitives had sailed for France five hours previously.
I thanked Daphnis for his zeal but assured him that he had taken a great deal of unnecessary trouble.
I will now conclude this long story by telling you that I subsequently heard that Lord William quarreled with a stinky Frenchman at a public gaming table, and blows followed which resulted in a duel.
The Frenchman left his Lordship stark on the field. Served the swine right.
As for Lady Cecilia, broken-hearted at the loss of her lover she entered a convent of the Benedictines and has lately taken the black veil.
But it is time to put an end to this long letter, so adieu.
