Keywords: M/F anal, oral BDSM
Author: W R Jenkins
Title: Rule of Thumb

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	Rule of Thumb (thumb.txt) - I've heard it repeated enough times
it just might be true. In the not so distant past husbands were allowed
to beat a disobedient wife- so long as the stick did not exceed the
thickness of his thumb. Such is certainly the case in this slighty
pre-Victorian tale of a young squire's education. M/F, m/F, m/f, M/f,
oral, anal, BDSM

	"Attend me here, wife!"
	"No! I shan't! I shan't!"
	In the blindness of my youth, I thought my mother to be a fairy
woman, light and mystical as her charms were to me. As I come to see 
more clearly with advancing age, I see that she was in fact sturdy and
rather large for women of my time. My time is 1804 and thereabouts,
the days leading to the reign of Our Queen Victoria for whom an era is named.
	My mother, in frame, would dwarf that mighty monarch, standing
full five and a half feet and weighing, in my mature estimate, as much
as 10 stone. My father too stood tall for our time at five feet and
three-quarters and tending toward 14 stone.
	I may mention this again in connection to my own size, but at
present I explain so you might rightly see the drama that was unfolding
before my young eyes. I do not know what complaint my father had, only
that my mother was recondite in her refusal to mind.
	She fled, from pillar to post as you might say, scampering from
one upright protector to the next, clutching her present support until
she broke clear and ran to the next. She soon ran out of columns, posts
and stancions in her flight and made an ill-fated dash toward the
trees.
	All this time my father pursued, but not with any haste. He
strode purposefully rather, calling to my mother to obey. I watched
my mother's strange, darting flight and my father's undaunted pursuit
with a mixture of wonder and fear. To see this normally sedate couple
in such action brought both emotions, but my fear was heightened by
the stick gripped in my father's hand.
	I knew that stick all too well, from its, I was assured, loving,
yet exquisitely painful application to my backside, and were father in
a frenzy, legs and back as well. Having been instructed in the gentle
estate of women, I was aghast at what I thought sure to come. Father
did not carry the stick for no purpose, yet I could not see how my
mother could be beaten.
	Their gentle estate aside, I had seen serving girls caned for
some offense and had been assured it was with deep regret and solely to
prevent their poor souls from the fires of Hell, should they persist
in their wickedness. I understood how, as girls of little opportunity,
they might be susceptible to such temptation, but my mother was no
serving girl. Surely, the gentle born were beyond such needs.
	My certainties were set all askew as my mother made her last 
dash. Seeing her in the open I suppose, spurred my pere to a sharp
trot that overtook her just as she reached the willow by the pond. I
was yet at some distance, too afraid to follow closely, as he took her
by the arm and threw her against the tree she sought for refuge.
	Then he caned her. Many words would be needed to express the full
impact of the sight on my young sensibilities and yet none can express
it with as much force as those simple few. He caned her. Mother
clutched the tree as if it was yet her savior and howled most piteously
as he struck. There was no more thought of flight as she endured some
two dozen strokes of his rod.
	I must plead over-excitement at the dreadful sight and the
impossibility of watching my mother receive such pain. I could not
watch and my innocent gaze instead fell on my father. What I saw
shocked the rest from my childish brain. His privy member was engorged,
pressing boldly against the front of his breeches. Nor did it subside
when he halted, panting from his effort, and turned, red-faced, back
toward the house.
	I was still some way off, cleverly diguised by a post of the
stables as he walked briskly past me. I shrank back, lest he see me,
but such was his purpose that he didn't turn his head to notice me.
	God forgive me, I was drawn by this unprecedented humor that
had come on him and forsook my poor mother to her weeping as I
followed, stealthy as I might be, to see what had affected my father
so.
	"Mary! Come attend to me!" I heard him bellow as he passed into
the pantryway.
	Now Mary is the name of every serving girl as Robin once was and
John is now for the boys. I believe the girl that appeared as I peeped
by the doorframe was named Molly, but I have no assurance of that. I
only know that from that moment I ceased in my life as a boy and became
something else, a monster some might say, but all was changed.
	My father unbraced his breeches while Molly watched in shock or
fear and released his swollen privy member. As Molly seemed frozen,
he pushed her back upon the table and threw up her skirts.
	My mind can still call back the plump thighs he thus uncovered,
the goodly calves and the high little boots that shod her feet. I was
much interested in the place those thighs met, but my father blocked
that portion from my view with his considerable backside and then was
well up against it heaving his hairy buttocks at the poor girl as she
cried out in distress.
	"No, master, do not use me so," she pleaded with no effect on his
motions.
	"Be quiet and you shall have a guinea," I heard my father say.
	I wondered at his response, but it seemed to quiet Molly. She
suffered him to jerk back and forth between her legs for some time
before she began to cry out anew.
	"No, please, do not harm me," she begged. "You will turn me out
and I will starve."
	I heard no reply, only a quickening of my father's pace and then
a grunt such as pigs are wont to make as they laze happily in the mud.
In a moment's time he spoke.
	"There now, you see? No harm will come for I have spent on your
belly. Silly girl, do you doubt I know what I'm about?" my father said.
	There was much "no, sir, thank you, sir" from Molly as he allowed
her skirts to fall again and cover her limbs. I had to tear myself
away, fearing as I had every moment to be discovered, yet reluctant
to leave the scene of such wonder. It was the way animal replenished
their numbers, I well knew, but that it would serve for men as well
was beyond my ken. And as much, if not more, my father used the rude
word, 'belly'  in talking to the servant. I blush to report that a
similiar swelling in my privy member as led me to discover this
mystery occured in my own breeches.
	Well then, I was determined to discover more of this for myself.
I wisely knew it was no matter to ask of my tutor and even less to
mention to my parents. In the growing evil already spreading over me,
I put the plan together in my own head.
	There was a girl of my age, who was the cook's daughter, in our
service and I resolved to work out this mystery with her. She was very
shy, pretending to mistake me although I felt certain she knew more of
what I was about than I did. I kept on, tempting her with promises of
sweetcakes and shillings, if she would meet me in secret.
	When my promises were too much, she agreed to meet me in her
room, where she snatched the proffered confection and was dusty-faced
with its powdered icing before I could gasp. Having consumed the tariff
for her custom, she retreated a step and looked at the floor.
	"I suppose you wish to lift my skirts and diddle me," she said.
	I did want to lift her skirts, but I was as yet unfamiliar with
the name of the process I wished to learn. Perhaps it was 'diddle'. I
nodded eagerly at her suggestion in any case.
	I am not sure how I kept from coming over faint as those many
layers moved higher and higher up her limbs. She too had a curve of
calf with some belly to it and knobbly knees. As the skirts rose and
her thighs swelled toward the mystery  I sought, I could no longer
breathe. I waited, breathless, as she uncovered that part so different
from my own. Where John Thomas sprouted from my part, she ended. There
was a dense growth of briary hair, and- nothing.
	"You want to tickle my cunny?" she asked and stirred me from my
suffocation.
	I gasped in wonder at this word. "Cunny", is there another word
so grand or a part so precious as that to which the word applies? I
nodded furiously and stepped toward her. As I did, I saw her smile.
	I had, by this time, acquired familiarity with the antics of my
privy member, of course. It was, I believe, simply the wonder of this
new discovery driving out notice that Mr. Thomas had lifted his own
head in interest. It did not escape her notice or remark.
	"There seems a proper pego. May I see it?" she asked.
	I was nothing loth. It was a momentary inconvenience when I was 
on the brink of such great wonders, but quickly done, or, rather,
undone and my proud plum-headed stander was there for her gaze. I did
not, of course, know to refer to it as such at the time. Nor was I
ready for her small hand to reach out and pet him.
	"Oh! oooo. You have spent on my hand," she rebuked me, but seeing
my terror at what I'd done, assured me in a wordly tone, "Now, now, at
least nothing bad will come of you diddling me now."
	It was as if it was Greek for me to copy into my chapbook until
I learned the significance of her words. I recorded every syllable in
the dialect I heard it. Seeing no move to prevent me, I then went to
the task that most interested me. I moved my hand to touch that
sudden end to her belly.
	Marvel of marvels. Cunny, it seemed, did not refer to some sheer
blocking off of her body. My fingers touched something wet, wriggly,
with two halves. And between them, glory be to God, was a parting that
seemed to extend inside her.
	"Now be careful," she scolded as I sought to discover the depth
of this opening, "no man will be pleased if you ruin me."
	More Greek, dutifully recorded to translate later. 
	"No," she said again as I pulled my hand back.
	Her hand took mine and moved it along this wet parting as she
cooed, "Touch it nice, like this. Don't be going up inside, that's
all."
	If you recall the first time you touched a woman thus, you may
remember the elation I felt. This was a new thing, a thing I had
discovered all on my own. My sense of adventure swelled to push through
the fog of confusion. Mr. Thomas experienced a like renaissanace.
	"Well, la, if Mr. Pego isn't proud again," she exclaimed.
	I was still staring dumbly at this development, which had come
on me as unawares as the first time, when my world, as I thought,
crashed into bits around me.
	"And what's all this about?!" thundered with the voice of doom.
	Cunny was gone. Thighs, calves, limbs were under their skirts
again. I was left sticky-fingered with my privy member on display.
	"Nothing. He brought sweets," my maiden rushed to say.
	The cook was staring down at me in a glower. If she did not
forget herself and beat me, I was assured that I would be marched to
the proper authority of my father where the punishment would be more
severe. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing could escape my
constricted vocal chords.
	"He didn't harm me," my maiden added quickly, "See, he spent on
my hand."
	I did not know if it was her words or some other cause that made
the change. I only perceived a softening of the old cook's face that
seemed to become mocking. I know now that the cause was her catching
sight of my pego.
	"Did you come to play some game with my daughter?" she asked me
crossly, although there was a smile in her eyes I did not understand.
	"I... I... I only wanted to know," I said feebly.
	"Well then, la, what you want is a proper woman and not some
scrawny girl," she said, dropping all pretense with a loud cackle.
	I understood nothing but that I might escape punishment, relief
enough as it may have been. I was trundled off to the maid's bed as if
I were still a child and pulled on top of the cook even as she drew
up her own skirts.
	"There you are and go on," the cook said to the poor mystified
boy atop her.
	My mind was furiously active. I could not see her... cunny... because I was laying with my face just below her face, but I fancied
I could feel the same sort of thing brushing John Thomas's head. I was
in the same, more or less, position as I had witnessed when I saw my
father tumble Molly and I was considering that this might have been the
very thing that made his bottom work so willingly. But even at the
pace my mind flew, I was too slow for the cook.
	"New to it, my lad?" she cackled and reached down to tickle my
privy member and make me lurch. "There it is. Have a go."
	My involuntary jerk took me past the gate of paradise and parted
me forever from the name of virgin. I was considering this as one part
of the commotion that swelled up to swirl around us.
	"I wouldn't let him linger," her daugher warned.
	I wasn't lingering. I knew nothing of what I was doing, but I
sought to move farther into this wet wonderfulness I had discovered.
The joy of it all was to much. The cook was roused by the warning and
as if all together she tried to remove me and I spent again- inside
the cook.
	"You bad little rascal," she scolded me. "Don't you know how you
can harm me in that way?"
	Then her mirth was as quick as her ire as she recovered herself
at my contrite shaking of my head.
	I learned much from those two and know more now. The cook was in
no way harmed, but she was less angry in her rebuke than she might have
been. Were the heir of the estate to put a child in her, she thought to
find some advantage, as I have no doubt she would have to keep the
scandal from our door.
	She favored this to come to her daughter, however. And after her
long and laughing instruction in the ways of a man with a maid, she
left us to ourselves overmuch in coming days.
	The main obstruction to her plan was the doubtful, overly polite
child, me. Having learned the distress of a poor girl with child and
no husband, the disrepute and shame of that station, I could not bring
myself to put Mary, which was truely the cook's daughter's name, to
risk. She had been nothing but kind and I saw it as roguery in the 
worst degree to use her badly for that.
	To excuse my cowardly nature, I will say that many an afternoon
was spent with my hands happily under Mary's skirts and that the first
pet John Thomas had was not the only time I spent on her hands. I found
the pleasure I could give her and learned the best ways. I explored
as well her emerging bubbies and spent many times on their round glories.
	But now my hunger had been whetted. I knew father had his will of
some of the servants and I wanted to have the same. Mary might be too
kind for me to risk, but the same could not be said for her mother nor
others in our service.
	"Mary! Attend to me!" I called one of the downstairs maids, a
lass much my senior, yet not nearly so much as the cook.
	She looked at me with first disinterest, as I was not much feared by the maids, and then a mirth betrayed by a twinkle in her brown eyes.
I had meant no subterfuge in my calling to her and I was standing with
Mr. Thomas pressing smartly against the front of my breeches. This she
saw and she smiled at me.
	"Whatever does the young master mean?" she asked, I believe to
shame me with my inability to speak of it clearly in the blunt language
of such matters.
	In that she was not badly mistaken, but for my dalliances with
Mary, the cook's daughter. It still took courage for me to say it
straight out, but I was determined to not be turned away by a maid.
	"I mean my pego is randy and I wish to have a go," I said right
out. "Lift your skirts, wench, as I mean to have you."
	I saw her eyes widen, but she was not daunted by my speech alone.
She seemed intent on unmasking the tenuous state of my nerves, but,
in case I was resolved, hesitated to rebuke me.
	"But that is not proper, little sir," she attempted to thwart my
intentions with fears of punishment, "What would your father say if he
was to find you at such an evil amusement?"
	"My father has you himself," I said boldly, although not knowing
if it was true. "I want no less of you for myself."
	This retort quite overbore the maid. Now it was time for her to
show her fright, and I had conquered in this contest of wills. She no
longer smiled, looking at the floor instead.
	"What would you have of me?" she asked, although I had told her
quite clearly before.
	"Come give us a kiss," I said, quite invigorated by my victory
and my head spinning with infamies I could work on this girl.
	She came, but not willingly. I put a hand around her waist to
hold her and pressed my lips to hers. I do not think she suspected how
practiced I was in all matters but the final one as she tried to pull
back when my tongue sought between her lips.
	"That is not a kiss as you should give me," she protested.
	"But it is the kiss I will take," I said. "Be still, you silly
girl. I will have it all before I am through."
	I think she knew what I was about then. I kissed her again and as
my tongue sought to flit the edges of her own, I drew up her skirts.
Before I took my mouth away, I had secured firm possession of her cunny
under her skirt as was giving her such a diddling as made her hop about
on her feet.
	"Sir, you should not use me so!" she gasped when her mouth was
hers again.
	"I said I will have it all and I will," I told her, my boldness
growing with each success. "And you will do your part."
	At this I released Mr. John Thomas from my breeches and put her
hand on it. I looked fiercely into her eyes to rebuke any argument and
began to stroke her cunny some more. She was apprehensive, but her hand
moved slightly on my privy member.
	When I had determined I had gained every advantage before the
final one I sought, I made to push her back upon the table, intending
to have her in the manner I had witnessed my father having Molly, but
from acceptance of my intent, the maid turned once again defiant.
	"No, please, you will muss the linen and I will be all day repairing it," she said, indicating that it was not my intent, but my manner to which she objected. "I know of another way."
	Eager to learn, I allowed her to turn away from me, which was her
desire, and lean over the table.
	"Now throw up my skirts and come in from behind," she counseled me. "Mind you do it proper, for I will not do the other."
	I was already eagerly uncovering the object of my intent, so I
did not trouble at her words. There it was, peeping plumply like two
halves of a fig from between her thighs. The meat of this 'fig' was
glistening wetly and I was mad with my desire to feel it press on my
privy member as we had a fuck.
	I had learned much from Mary's tutelage, more of real use than in
all my years with the Parson. Among those things were the proper names
for the improper parts of men and woman and for what they could do
with them. John Thomas was cock and cunny was cunt. Cock in cunt was
a fuck. Bubbies were also titties and much more beyond.
	I mention this because fuck was on my mind as I pressed up behind
the maid and felt my cock sink into her cunt. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I
repeated in my mind as I moved in and out of the gloriously supple
space my pego created. That deliciously awful word seemed to lend more
pleasure to the already pleasurable act. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I thought
more urgently as I pressed with the same earnest rhythm against the 
round bottom presented to me.
	"Master..." she gasped.
	"I will not harm you," I stopped her plea. "I will spend on your
fine bottom, between these nether cheeks."
	And as I promised, I did so. When I felt he spunk rise, I withdrew and sent Mr. Thomas skittering between the globes of her bum,
spurting and squirting as I maintained the backwards and forwards
motion to nice effect between the succoring flesh of the halves of her
bottom. I must mention that I found it better than spending unaided and
as lugubrious as Mary bringing my spend with her hand.
	As I had overheard, I gave her a guinea for her trouble and found
her much changed. She curtsied repeatedly and thanked me each time, and
she turned a warm look on me that seemed to tell of her eagerness to
be the object of my affection again.

	Of all that I learned, I found the greatest of lessons still
awaited me, and from my muse, the cook's daughter. As was our habit, we
crept away to the stables to find solitude in the loft. Mary seemed
much pleased as we mounted the ladder and laughed rather louder than
usual when I pushed my hand up her skirts as she climbed.
	"And have you been a very good boy?" she asked at once when we
lay in the hay.
	She did nothing to disguise the amusement she was feeling and I
wondered what ever could have her in such a mood. Then I discovered how
little passed in the house of which the whole staff was not aware.
	She asked if I had found Brigid nice and why I did not give her
a guinea since she allowed me such liberties with her person. I was
amazed at first, yet not apprehensive since Mary was in such a merry
mood as she teased me. I was most interesed in how she knew such things
in case my parents should somehow become aware of my activites.
	"Oh, la, we all talk of these things," she said lightly. "There
would be little to speak of if we discussed polishing the silver all
day."
	I found that she was not angry with me, but in a cozening way she
made to inquire why I would not have my way with her as I had Brigid.
I explained my fear of harming her and expressed my gratitude toward
her accepting my embraces as the reason. This she considered quitely
and thanked me.
	I thought that was all for us, revelation enough I deemed. I put
my hand under her skirts and frigged her and she took out my cock and
handled it quite as nicely as she had ever done. When we each had a
spend, I kissed her a while and played with her bubbies.
	"If you did not harm me, would you fuck me?" she asked suddenly,
or so it seemed to me.
	I said I would, but that she did not need to fret. I would give
her a guinea as soon as one could be got and she needed to do nothing
more for it.
	"I did not mean to ask for a guinea," she said with displeasure.
"It was only a lark to see you blush. I do not wish to be paid like a
low woman."
	As that seemed at odds with what I had seen of my father and,
indeed, Brigid's reaction, I inquired and she explained that it was low
to ask, but not so to accept. By this I unknowingly distracted Mary
from her purpose, but she was quickly back to the matter she had yet
to explain, albeit in a circuituous way.
	She asked if I had not, perhaps, noticed anything when Brigid
presented her breech to me. I said that I only saw the thing I desired
as I was eager, having only done the thing once, with her mother. She
said Brigid thought I had noticed more. I asked her the point of her
inquiry, becoming short-tempered at what I took to be more merriment at
my expense. No, no, she assured me, but it was hard to say the thing
right out.
	"Here," she said, taking my hand and putting it again under her
skirts.
	There she was careful to drag my fingers through the spunk that
leaked from her cunny, but that was not her destination. Her hand was
over mine and she used her delicate fingers to press the middle one of
mine to the tiny, creweled hole of her fundament.
	"There would be no harm in that," she said, her eyes liquid and
yearning as she looked steadily into mine.
	I am not esquire, someday to be master of my father's estate
in vain. When so bluntly introduced to the idea, I came upon it at
once. It was the other that Brigid did not do, which I did not care to
wonder in my haste. It was indeed an entrance of a sort. As Mary had
proposed it, I did not doubt it was of some avail and I believed her,
since her knowledge had always been superior to mine, that no harm
would come to her.
	That for the possible, my mind reeled with other matters. It was
not the place designated for the reception of the male member. In my
growing education, I had ascertained that, however unseemly, there was
a holy sanction on the connection of male and female, under certain
rigid requirements, for the conception of children. However I had
flouted the requirements to the hazard of my soul, this was a different
matter.
	It was also the place of filth, which, God help me, seemed to
inflame my passion. No danger to my immortal soul was ever so dire as
when Mary's meaning came to me and I found that all the clucking
Parsons and forbidding choirs of angels seemed to harden my desire to
risk the adventure. It also hardened my cock which betrayed my inner
dialog to Mary.
	"Did you wish to have it now, then?" she asked.
	Would it be better, would it be well, would there be time? The
second wave that wished to recall my impetuous decision gave me pause.
Should I embark on so ill-considered an action precipitously?
	"Would it be better, or should we wait?" I asked and for the 
first time perceived that Mary was as nervous as I.
	"If you are determined, we should do it now," she said bravely.
	It was false bravado, I reckoned. I knew my brave resolve had
wavered to fear. Instead, we spent more time frigging until I had
another spend and Mary had encouraged me to several times try my finger
in her bottom hole rather than the other. I was heartened by her
response to that, but on the whole relieved that we had not dared so
great a thing unprepared.
	On the day we did try it, I was nothing but disappointed in my
courage on the previous occasion. It was not so great a thing to do
and the rewards were all out of proportion to the difficulty.
	Upon what wise counsel, I do not know, but Mary brought butter
from the larder wrapped in linen for that occasion. The efficacy of
the slipperyness was only one of its uses. The whole idea of Mary
squatting down on her knees with her bum offered to me as I buttered
the beautiful little brown hole offered us both a welcome levity to
spite what might have been a grim buisiness.
	We were quite giddy with imagining what tribe of savages might
dine on buttered fundaments when the moment of truth came at last.
	"Put it to the mark and do not be gallant," Mary urged me. "Push
it well in or I shall suffer more for it."
	That was enough to douse the light of merriment, but not quench
the torch of passion or dint my resolve. If I was to do it, then I 
would do for her well. My cock was none the worse for any of it. He was
eager with throbbing potency at the adventure before him.
	It was nothing like a cunny. For that all my experience had been
with cunnies well used to admitting cocks, I was disheartened when my
early attempt seemed no avail. The opening, greased as it was, resisted
even further renewing of my resolve until I called to mind Mary's
exhortation. Do not waver, she said, or I suffer.
	Girding myself with her wish and yielding not a little to the
eagerness I felt to repay the rebuff, I lunged forward and the job was
done. With a start, I felt the grip of her orifice hold tight just
behind the head of my prick. Mary had started as well when my cock
went in, but now seemed to press up to bolster my resolve to finish
my task. 
	"Just in and out a trifle now," Mary encouraged. "Tickle it and
it will like you better."
	Even such small motion seemed dangerous as enflamed as were my
passions. The constriction about my member threatened me with too great
a joy and I feared I would spend before I could properly enter her.
But such were her wishes and I granted that she might know more how
such matters were accomplished. 
	Happily, her fundus's affection for my cock was quickly earned
and I felt a lessening of the grip around my shaft. Now feeling bold
that the rest could be managed with no great difficulty, I pressed 
inward again and Mary seemed to join my pleasure at the invasion.
	"All of it now, do not spare me," Mary prayed, "Press it well in
and then fuck me."
	What a sweet girl. All of it was more than to hope, then I found
myself pressed into her bum-hole to the hairs and she said the naughty
work 'fuck'. Sheathed so completely, so warmly, pressed against her
tender bottom and hearing so rude a word from her sweet lips was too
much. I began to spend immediately.
	"No, no," Mary scolded me as I tried to withdraw after the deluge
had died out.
	"But I spent," I admitted glumly.
	"I know," she said. "Leave it in and see if it doesn't remember
its purpose."
	What a sweet girl. She tightened her fundament to hold me in
place and moved against me in a most lacivious way. 
	"Put your fingers in my cunny if you wish," she told me.
	I did, which increased the fervor of her bottom moving against
me and soon I could feel my own vigor returning. I was clasped in such
a place that no cock could long lay idle. Her bottom hole seemed to
quiver with her excitement and it sent such sensations through me that
I could not help but move with her. It was so very warm and close
about my member as I began to move in and out of the tiny hole.
	"Now give me a proper fuck and spend all you wish," Mary said
bawdily, "I may not be harmed."
	It was too much of an invitation to ignore. Already in a fog of
lust over the condition of this passage, I now recalled the vileness
of my perversion and was invigorated to treat her as she called for.
I stroked my priapus in her to my pleasure, both long and deep and
heard her respond with encouragement.
	It was all too brief, as it would be were it twice the time,
before I spent in her again. Even that, the ability to fuck while
spending, seemed a marvel as I flooded her bowels with my sperm.
	"Did you like it, then?" she asked with a pixie smile.
	I told her I did indeed. I told her we should do it regularly
and that I would not encounter any other of the staff. She laughed at
my earnestness, but did not forbid my promises. On the next day, so as
to avoid any association of the act, I gave Mary a guinea, which became
the source of great turmoil for us both.
	The guinea I gave her was to pay the grocer, although I did not
know its purpose when I pilfered it. It was missed when the grocer
inquired after the account. Now this was a great matter in our
household. How should they be trusted with much who cannot keep faith
for a little, was one of my father's saws.
	He threw the household into disarray in his search for this coin,
swearing he would know it. As was the only possible outcome, he did 
find the guinea, with identifying mark, in Mary's possession. Because
of her youth and the faithful service of her mother, the cook, she
was only to be flogged for her theft.
	I saw her dragged out and held by two of the hostlers in only her
light nightdress and my father with the fearsome birch rod in his hand.
I knew too well the penalty she was to face while innocent of any
crime. I could not be still and allow it. Before my father could raise
his hand, I confessed all. I confessed I took the guinea and gave it
to Mary, but not what for. My father took his own conclusion.
	Seeing I had some affection for Mary, he said he would punish me
twice. Certainly Mary was not without some fault in this, if she did 
not take the guinea. I was to cane her myself and then await my own
beating. As a guard against me being too mild, he said he would judge
if I had done my task, and apply it anew himself if he thought I had
not struck with all intention.
	I looked pleadingly into Mary's eyes and she returned my look
with one of resolve.
	"Beat me. Beat me well, for that is what the master wants," she
said bravely.
	How can I say what I suffered as I raised my arm and brought the
rod smartly down across her back? What venom at the cruelty of my
father seeped into my mind as I had to mark her? Blood followed the
lines of my strikes and made a pattern in her night dress. Within a
few blows it began to stick to her body, outlining the girl I had
enjoyed so well.
	I did suffer. I felt like a fox in a trap, desperate and willing
to gnaw off my leg if it would free me. And as I felt this disgust for
myself, my privy member began to rise.
	I protest only that it was great anguish to cause Mary such pain.
As for the conclusion, I say that it was bought at great cost, but that
some things cannot be acquired less dear. My father did not choose to beat me. He saw either my anguish or my alert pego and on account of
one or the other released me my punishment.
	I was quick to slink downstairs to Mary's room when released. She
was sobbing and in a state when I entered. I made to hold her and apologize, but she prevented me.
	"What is that then?" she sniffled, pointing at my priapus.
	"Nothing. I mean nothing by it," I tried to soothe her. "I didn't
mean for it."
	"Then you won't comfort me?" she asked.
	And then, still sniffling, she said how the caning, though it
hurt fiercly, made her randy. She wanted the comfort of my fingers and
would return the comfort since I was affected in the same way. I
thought of my father and my introduction into this whole new world as
he had satisfied a similiar desire as Mary wanked me and I frigged her.

	Thus was my introduction into many marvelous things. I fancied I
had learned much even being a rude provincal as I made my way into the
city as a young man. 
	I had little enough acquaintence with cunny, being very seldom
vagrant in my pledge to Mary, yet I knew its uses. I was all too well
familiar with a bottom-hole and Mary and I had caned each other from
time to time for the thrill of the profligacy. I had spent on, but not
betweeen, Mary's bubbies, though it was the opportunity and not the
idea that lacked. I thought I had a familiarity with the matters of
Venus.
	Then, ah! I visited my first house of ill-fame. What wonders I
saw there, I will not catalogue, for that would be too long a diversion
from my greatest discovery. Little it may shock you as a man of the
world, but it was a great revelation to me when I first saw a woman
lean over her gentleman and take his prick in her mouth.
	I'll have that too, I was quick to think and nearly as quickly
it was arranged. What does one say of something so obvious yet before
unknown? I was nearly as filled with the question of why I had not
had this pleasure as I was the wet feel of lips sliding over my pego.
This vanished when the mouth applied suction and began to move up and
down. Then I was filled only with wild imaginings of a hand like a
cunny or a cunny as tight as an arse.
	This wonderful manner seemed to share all the best aspects of 
venereal pursuits, the compression of hand or arse, the supple facility
of cunny and its soft yielding while being quite sturdy when it came
to demand spunk with irresistable force. I felt no shame in the speed
with which I yielded to that mouth, only loss of the enjoyment I had
received. For even in the spending, the mouth reminded me of Mary's
tight arse, as I was allowed to spend while my whore continued to
stimulate me.
	Of all things it was my favorite on visits to such houses,
although I did not forsake more mundane pleasures completely. In my
personal life, I found it wise to be more balanced. It did not strike
me how I might offer some lady my privy member for her to suck in any
graceful manner. Already susceptible to the common opinions of one 
from the country, I was most cautious in those things.
	The next greatest discovery I had was that many of the ladies who
live in a town are as agreeable as servants. By this I do not mean
common bawds, but ladies of breeding who put the lie to their chastity
in secret, who knows how covering for their indiscretions.
	That, I admit, was not one of my interests. My interest was
admittance to the privacy that would allow familiarities with such
ladies. That was granted by the same chap that told me of such ladies,
William, or as we called him, Willie, who was a fellow lodger. He took
rooms to be about his business, which I took to be gambling and
whoring, since it was all I saw him do, but his family was in town and
he invited me to accompany him.
	"I'd say Polly is the one for you. Yes, Polly is the one, I'm sure," Willie assured me on the coach ride.
	Polly was his sister, a lady of 17, who was nonetheless well
versed in the arts of love. She had an adventurous disposition, Willie
said, and would welcome a new lover, he was sure of it.
	I was much encouraged until I met his family. While Polly had a
fine figure and beautiful yellow hair threatening to ginger, she was
flanked by Lydia, Susey and Rosa. Lydia was the eldest, at 20 already
married to a man who tended to a colony somewhere far off and who was
not inclined to face the hardships to join him. Rosa was 19 and engaged
to a soldier, who was delaying the marriage until he could make his
way in the world. And Susey, little Susey, barely 14, yet a more lively
maid it would be hard to imagine.
	I was taken with them all, Willie coming from a handsome family,
but my heart went out to little Susey. This seemed at best improper,
and I kept it to myself beyond a few teasing smiles at the youngster.
Yes, Polly would be the one for me, at least to keep up appearances.
	We passed the evening in polite conversation until our hosts
bid us goodnight and went to their beds. Then Willie spoke and
suggested a salon, where he said some entertainment might be had. We
determined to go, but, alas, little Susey must be left behind. We
braved her tears at the parting and set off.
	Now, perhaps Willie was honest as far as his sisters, who knew
his ways, were concerned, but I was surprised when the salon was a
dimly lit door down a narrow street. Even in admittance it seemed to
share more with an opiun den than a salon.
	Then we met some others and I could see they were all familiar
with each other, in more than conversation. Many kisses, some of no
little passion, were exchanged even before the introductions were made.
I found myself to be a prize, or was so treated. No less than three of
the ladies tried to sit down beside me when we took places in what
seemed an enlarged parlor. Polly, who had been by my side throughout
claimed my right hand and Lady Chuffington, or Beatrice as she granted
I should call her, my left.
	Thus bracketed by feminine beauty, Willie encouraged the others
to tell the most ribald tales of their adventures for my amusement and
edification. I found it most useful to hear of the alliances both past
and present between them, but as the stories went on I despaired of
the value. It seemed they all had each other in some way at some time.
The only exception was Willie, who never said that he had had any of
his sisters. This did stand out because Edgar, next count of something,
avowed a torrid relationship with his sister Kate at which she blushed
and tittered without contradicting.
	From the stories, I found out I had been thrown to the most
voracious of the numbers. Polly and Beatrice, it seemed, had not only
had them all, they had welcomed them in pairs and arranged groups so
that they might taste all pleasures at once. I wondered from these
tales if they might not be planning some like pleasure for me, but as
people drifted away to their own devices, I found myself left with
Polly alone.
	"Come now, you aren't shy, are you?" Polly encouraged me to kiss
her.
	I was not, as she found when my hand slid under her skirts as I
came to kiss her. I was no stranger to these pleasures, only new and
waiting to see what was required before I complied. She broke from my
relentless enthusiasm by pushing my shoulders away. We were to find a
more private area before we proceeded, she told me.
	Trusting her knowledge to be greater than mine, who had no idea
of the arrangements, I followed her into a separate room where there
was a lounge for our use. I again made to kiss her, thrusting my hand
under her skirt, but she pushed me off.
	"We can be as comfortable as we like here," she rebuked me as she
had me assist her in removing her dress.
	I had never been with a woman who was naked, excepting whores,
though I was familiar enough with their charms and sometimes the
clothes they wore were so twisted out of place as to reveal as much as
if they were naked. I found seeing all of Polly, who wore nothing but
stockings and garters, to be very stimulating. There was an embracing
of our profligacy designated by the shedding of all reservations
along with our clothing. I rushed to be with her, but again she held
me off.
	"Wouldn't you like a good gamahuche first?" she asked.
	I was spared the need to scribble this in my mental chapbook of
sexual Greek when Polly grasped my head and pushed my face to the
altar of Venus. She lay on the lounge, one leg along the side and the
other lifted in the air, perched on the toes of her shapely foot. I had
been pushed from the lounge and knelt with my face hovering over her
temple of love. I grasped from her firm guidance that I was to kiss her
affair in the way I had discovered so much pleasure when first arriving
in the town.
	Seeing now, from that distance, how her lower opening imitated
her mouth, I resolved to kiss it in the same way. I placed my lips on
hers and used them to open her so my tongue might slip inside. I probed
as if all of her silky interior was a tongue and she sighed with pleasure.
	"From your look of bewilderment, I feared this would be a task
beyond you, but now I see you know what you are about," she told me.
	I lifted my head to protest my innocence of this manner of love
but I do not think she believed me. Instead she smiled prettily and
crooked her finger at me.
	"If that is true," she said with the air that she thought it was
not, "then I have an even better treat for you."
	I allowed her to position me over her body still facing the 
temple of love. As I came to find, in this way she could kiss my pego
as I kissed her cunny. I found this to be a most marvelous arrangement
that I could return the pleasure I felt as she ran her lips over the
swollen skin of my prick.
	She convused under me in a great spend by and by and then called
for me to continue as I had intended when we first were naked. I
moved over her again, this time facing her, and took my position
between her smooth thighs. As I brought together our organs of
pleasure, I was taken by a devilish thought. So recently had our
mouths been on those organs of generation that it was almost a second
entry when I kissed her firmly and pushed inside her cunny.
	The servants of my experience moved well enough when I had
stroked them to a passion, but Polly was active from my first thrust.
It was as if she contended with me for the right to set the pace. Her
generous bottom pressed up to me as I entered into the pleasurable
sheath and pursued me when I made my withdrawing.
	As if loth to allow me the victory, she contended every move with
voluptuous greed and I found myself as much in a contest as in a fuck.
As I strove to match her ingenious wrigglings, she sighed for yet
another act with which I was unfamiliar.
	"Do not forego my other charms in your passion," she breathed
against my mouth as our lower parts contended.
	It was only a moment puzzled by her meaning since the memory of
her fine bosom was fresh in my mind. Certainly she wished for me to
stroke her bubbies as I fed the hunger of her other mouth. This was,
to me, quite the novel idea, but no pain to undertake.
	I had before only selfishly tended to my own pleasures with the
serving women and had not thought of them. Perhaps for Mary, but even
then it was no great concern but only a courtesy. As my fingers brushed
the alabaster skin of her busts and found the firm berries that 
crowned them, I discovered my error. As much as Polly had pursued me
before, her effort redoubled as I fondled her bubbies.
	Even as I determined to keep pace, Polly sighed and her bottom
stopped its motion in favor of throwing her legs over my back and
pulling me close.
	"Oh! I spend!" she sighed, "Pray do not pause, but fuck me to
another!"
	I feared the task she set me would overmatch my abilities as I
was near the crest of passion with all the stimulations of her person.
I resolved, however, to give as good an account of myself as I was
able and resolutely fed Mr. Pego into her flowing crevice.
	I found the firm globes of her bosom some distraction from the
immenence of my spending and in most agreeable fashion a spur to her
own excitement. I stroked them as I gave her my prick with all the
sincerity of my lust and endeavored to stem the growing need to
discharge my over-excited spunk into her greedy cunny.
	"Do not harm me, but just a little more," she pleaded as I became
no match for my passion and made to withdraw.
	I had but cleared the vermillion lips when I could no longer
control my urge to spend. In great spouts the pearly fluid sprang from
my cock and spattered onto the mossy covering of her love grotto. I
was quite captivated by the amount of spunk I discharged in that way.
It seemed to me to be far more copious than I was wont to spend on
other occasions.
	I was not long rapt by the out-flowing of my seed before I was
overtaken with concern that I had disappointed Polly. I made to
apologize, but she put me off, saying it was rude of her to expect
such labors when I had done well for her already. As I was not much
soothed by her words, she added that, in making her spend the first
time, I had done more than some gentlemen of the circle could claim.
	I took her pretty words as a most polite and welcome attempt to
put me at me ease, but I doubted their truth. I had made servant girls
spend with little trouble. Certainly a man who, for courtesy if nothing
else, should be endeavoring to please his lady could do no less.
	This attitude, I found, made me again as popular as my novelty
and the desire of the ladies to have the experience of me. I was not
mistaken in my thinking or my courtesy, but I had erred in my judgement
that the men of the circle shared my views. For them it was all the
same, from long familiarity, and out of boredom they had fallen into 
bad habits of selfishness.
	I thought to enliven them with my example, perhaps prod them with
my popularity, but they were so sated with the charms of these women
and would have one, they cared not which, in any case, that they were
not roused. I alone enjoyed the fruits of my efforts, excepting the
lady that shared them with me, and wondered at their unconcern.
	I was with Lady Chuffington, lounging naked between bouts of
love and taking wine as a restorative, when I recalled my times with
Mary and how that alternative to cunny had not been offered. I had
not suggested it on my own part, but was suddenly of a mind to
introduce the idea in the vain hope that it would prove novel to these
sophisticated urbanites.
	"No, it is not unknown to me," Beatrice dashed my hopes of
introducing a novelty to these jaded urbanites, "but it is not much
done. You see, it is too much bother for the indolent stallions we have
assembled here."
	I no longer took such words as a jest, but I marveled that there
might be men who would forego such a pleasure for some slight
difficulty in obtaining it. I did not spend much time with those
thoughts, however. I asked if it was neglected to her satisfaction or
if I had suggested a game of some interest. When she admitted her
interest, I forgot all matters and musings about the other men and
placed her where her arching bottom was available to my tending.
	There was about the lounge a small jar of ointment which she
gave me to use in easing our intended connection. I took it with such
a bow as I could manage, being seated at her rear, and with words of
grattitude as if it were a gem of some cost. It was that, of course,
in my mind as it was a token of the greater gift of her fundament.
	She encouraged me with kind words of praise that aided in
inflaming me as I applied the slippery substance to her bottom hole.
That I was the first among lovers and the best of men, I modestly put 
to exaggeration, but her exhortations to be quick and to soon place
my member in her bottom were of such laciviousness that I could not
help but be aroused by her ribald tongue.
	I did not make haste, because the job is quickly done, although
it does not quell the coursing blood to linger at the task, but
Beatrice exhorted me in most crude language and I found myself rising
to my knees in place as soon as the task could be called completed.
Her bawdy tongue did not cease nor call back her hasty words when I
placed my member at the entrance to her bum. Indeed, she grew more
common, speaking of arse and cock and buggery, as I prepared to 
sacrifice her fundus to my thrust.
	The change came over her when I pressed steadfastly forward and
lodged my prick in this narrowest channel of love. 
	"Oh!" she cried out, unable to disguise some distress at the
invasion, but covering well enough as she quickly added, "Well in.
Now do not spare me, but take your rude pleasure of that infamous place
you have pillaged."
	Not out of spite I obeyed her. There was that air around the Lady
that bespoke an icy elevation and I wished to bring her such earthy
pleasure as might shatter that protective shell. I wished for her to 
know what all humanity has in common as the blood pounds in their veins
during the pursuit of pleasure.
	To that end, I took her entreaty to heart and used her as roughly
as I might any whore. I plunged violently into her bottom hole and did
not pause when I had possession. I began long strokes, pulling back 
until just the head of my affair remained in her bottom and then
pressing my length until my bollocks slapped on her cunny. She greeted
this use with cries of Oh! Oh! Oh! when I reached my deepest point
and a determined stance that held her bottom vulnerable to my attack.
	Her courage in the test warmed my intentions toward her, and
though I did not cease in my vigor or my attack, I let my hand slip
down until I could tickle her cunny as I took my pleasure of her
other orifice. This, perhaps was new, with certainty welcome, as her
cries came from deeper in her chest as I diddled the one part while
I fucked the other.
	With such abandon and carelessnes as I fucked her, the end could
not be far off. Her melting cries only served to inflame me more and I
needed little stimulation beyond the tight hole and the very fact I was
buggering a lady so well-bred so roundly. I closed on her and let the
excitement of her bottom, made lively by my tickling her cunny, serve
as my inspiration. I pressed on the heaving globes of her bottom and
let my full sheathing remind her of my presumption as it threatened
me with bringing my spend.
	I pressed, for all the futility of finding deeper pentration in
her bottom, with the surges of my bollocks as I spent. She understood
my purpose and braced against my efforts as well as calling out.
	"You are spending. I can feel it. Fill me full to overflowing
with your precious spunk!" she entreated.
	As her lacivious words had invigorated me before, her entreaties
seemed to add intensity to the spasms of my spending. I had of her
bottom quite as good a fuck as I had ever with Mary and I was well pleased. She was none the less satisfied with the affair, as she
recounted our joust in the lists of love to the general company in such
terms that made me seem the greatest of Lotharios.
	I was for a time, and nothing loth, sent with every woman in the
circle to demonstrate this peculiar skill and thus entered the bottom
of every lady there on at least one occasion. Since it brought tender
memories of Mary, and was, in any account, the most regular of manners
to me, I took pleasure in demonstrating for these ladies.
	My satisfaction with my role was further enhanced by my customary
suggestion of a gamahuche before plundering a bottom and serving this
delicacy on my partner in the manner shown me by Polly that my own
pego might be kissed and sucked before the anticipated bottom fuck. In
this way I joined my oldest pleasure with my newest and found I was
much satisfied in the company to which Willie had introduced me.
	Polly was my de facto partner on these visits, but since the
company traded and changed partners like water mixes in the confluence 
of two rivers, she was no more my partner in the private rooms as were
any of the others. I was with Lydia and Rosa too among Willie's sisters
and even Kate, Edgar's sister, as there was no prejudice among us as to
who we chose in the acts of love. Lady Chuffington seemed more eager
than others for her turn and did usurp that station more frequently
than the rest, but for the most part we were a jolly group more given
to the scandals we enjoyed than with whom we enjoyed them.
	All these fine ladies were a marvelous diversion, not the least
Willie's sisters, but I still felt the ache in my heart every occasion
we left the weeping Susey behind. I knew my affection was dastardly and
my intention ruinous, yet I felt little compulsion to tame my lusts.
All the more exciting was this prospective seduction of innocence for
the very perversity of it. I took care not to betray my intent to her
brother or sisters, but slyly sought my opportunity to find Susey
alone where I might draw her into the debauched life of the rest of
her siblings.
	It took several months for my watchfullness to bear fruit, but
on one afternoon I came to call and found my accomplices were out on
some sport of their own, leaving only mother and father and Susey to
receive me. The older couple were not much interested in the young
friend of their son and, happily I believe, snatched up my suggestion
that Susey be left to my amusement. Thus left alone, I teased Susey to
tell me her most private secrets.
	Blushing at my attention, Susey boldly told me of the private 
pursuits of her bedchamber. She knew what men did when they lay over
women, she said, but had not managed that yet. She did frig herself for
amusement, every night, she said, and had a lady's maid that she had
drawn into her amusements with threats of seeing her discharged that
would frig or kiss her as she pleased.
	This lady's maid, she explained, was the source of her knowledge.
She had learned how a man had a stiff thing at the bottom of his belly
that he put in a woman's chink and caused her pleasure from watching 
the butler tumble her maid. This was also the source of her power
over the poor wretch that made her perform such service for Susey.
	I was thinking how eager she sounded and how it would be no
trouble to introduce her to the ways of love when Susey suddenly put
her hand on my breeches. Just such a thing as she had in her hand was
what the butler put into her maid, she said. Indeed, the little minx 
had seen the result of her randy talk and made bold to take it, under
my breeches, into her small hand.
	She asked to see it, and allowed me to feign reluctance to do
something so illicit to so tender a gentlewoman. She renewed her pleas
until I, at last, feigned surrender and let her unbrace my breeches 
and bring my privy member into the open. She looked upon it in wonder
and bent so near in her examination that I could feel her hot breath
on its skin. Mt. Thomas lept in her hand at the sensation and she made
a nervous cry.
	She asked if she might kiss it and I in turn inquired if she knew
what danger there was in that. I explained how men spent and that the
spunk might spatter the fair skin of her face. She seemed to consider
this information without losing her resolve and I suggested that she
might first learn how to frig me, as the process was different with a
cock.
	Her fascination with the way the skin moved, like velvet over
an ivory dildoe, assured me of my success. Here was a woman, child,
who was as randy as her sisters and only needing the opportunity to
be as bawdy as they. She was eager enough that I resolved to have her
kiss my member before I spent at her wanking, which had been my first
intent.
	"Now, mind that it will spend," I told her as I suggested she
kiss my organ. "You must move well away or it may ruin your dress."
 	Having planted that idea of danger, I explained that older,
experienced women had a way of avoiding harm, but that she was surely
too tender in years to manage it. Of course she argued that she was
not and demanded to know of what I spoke.
	When I explained she could catch it in her mouth, and swallow it,
her bravery faltered. Would that not harm her? Was this spunk not the
stuff that put babies in women's bellies? I smiled at her concern to
both soothe and vex her and calmly explained that only one portal led
to the place where babies could be planted. Then I reminded her that it
was my counsel that she, rather, be well away and not attempt this
advanced act.
	Having thus assured her stubborn resolve to prove herself, I sat
back as Susey kissed my prick. I instructed her how to draw the skin
up and back as she applied her soft lips and then begged her to take
at least the tip in her sweet mouth. She did this with the eagerness
all tutors wish from their students but seldom find. I urged her to
suck it like barley candy, finding it difficult to speak calmly in the
state of excitement her tiny hand and soft mouth had me.
	She looked up at me with slightly narrowed eyes, happy to be the
cause of my state and sucked all the harder. No, I said, other more
loquacious explanation beyond me, and instead moved my pego gently to
and fro in her face. She understood quickly and made to ape my 
motion when I could no longer restrain the excess of my emotion and I
spent in her mouth.
	Brave Susey only jerked in surprise and squeezed her eyes tightly
closed but did not relinquish my tip from between her lips. She was 
too overcome to suck, but such a trifle is hardly worth mentioning in
the grander scene of Susey taking her first spend in her mouth. That
it was my spend greatly enhanced the intensity of my passion and I was
quite overcome by this event.
	I praised her excessively, which praise she shyly accepted as my
condition seemed to confirm my words. What distress she had suffered,
which was not a little, was soon thrown off by her pride at having done
so advanced a thing and, as I said, so well. Her eyes were bright as
she turned them up to my still exhausted face and asked when I would
show her the real act of love.
	How shall I describe my emotion at her offering my greatest wish
as if it were her own? I was glad of it, certainly, but a caution came
over me from her very eagerness. She was far too honest in such matters
and I feared she would admit my lessons to any that asked. I resolved
to first impress upon her the need to keep secret all that passed
between us.
	She assured me my fears were groundless. She was no silly goose
who did not understand the nature of our actions. She was so open with
me because she loved me so well that she could refuse me nothing. I
must say that I knew the danger of such youthful affection, but that my
heart bent to her so that it was naught but pleasant to hear her speak
so.
	I pleaded the excess of emotion caused by our previous activities
and that seemed to, however unhappily, appease her so long as I added
my solemn vow that we would tend to that matter when next we met. In
truth, I believe she was happy for the delay, but so developed were her
feminine wiles that she made it seem otherwise.
	Then I thought all was lost when Willie said to me, "I hope my
sister, Susey, was up to the mischeif you had of her."
	I played confusion with little need for art as I was taken quite
unprepared by his words. I did not deny his charge, but inquired what
character he put upon it. I found, to my relief, that it was a jest he
made upon hearing I had visited and been attended by his youngest
sister. He made merry accusations of what use I had put her to that
came too near the truth for my comfort and I made the best of being the
butt of his japes, relieved as I was that he did not suspect the truth
of his own words.
	While such coincidences might make another man cautious, they
made me determined to have my way with Susey at the first opportunity.
Were I to be damned and driven out of soceity, I thought it best to
have the pleasure that so inhabited my thought and possession of the
one of which I thought.
	I contrived an indisposition on my next visit, according to a
plan I had worked out. As I was not given to hypochondria and had made
no indication of a dearth of passion for our sport, the others did not
suspect my intention. They bade me farewell as they were off to their
decadent pursuits and left me in the care of Susey.
	No fox could have been more pleased to be left in charge of the
chickens. No chickens would ever yearn for the fox's teeth as much as
Susey did for my instruction in the acts of Venus.
	We made loud parting just after the others had departed and I, as
it seemed, went off to my rooms to nurse my complaint. Susey went to
her room and dismissed her maid, saying she was in no mood for company
with the disappointment of again being left behind. That being done,
she opened the window under which I waited and I climbed into my
young victim's room.
	She came to me at once, giving me kisses and pressing against my
body. Her maid had arrayed her for bed before retiring and Susey was
clad in only the thinnest of chemises, so that I could feel her charms
most clearly as she thus rubbed them on me. My prick came to a stand at
once and it was that, and only that, that turned Susey's attention from
kissing me and seeking my carresses.
	She wished to see John Thomas in his natural state and vowed to
strip quite naked if I would remove my breeches and stockings. Having
no concern for modesty, my caution came from the unhappy chance that
we might be discovered and thus undone were I unable to flee. I threw
off that concern with my breeches presently, so much inflamed was I 
with the desire to have Susey.
	When she saw my prick standing out from its tangled nest betwixt
my thighs, she fell at once to her knees and began to kiss it. No more,
I pleaded, lest you cause me to spend and again delay our connection
to another time. Oh fie, she said, men are able of more than one
cockstand in a night I have been told, let me kiss your sweet organ of
bliss and we will renew him for his task if he should spend.
	She had not yet undressed as she said, but I held back this
reason to distract her as I considered the wealth of information she
had just revealed. She knew of many things I thought her innocence
would prevent her knowing and I wondered if her maid was the source
of this wisdom. I was also seduced by the thought of the actions she
proposed. To be sucked was still my greatest pleasure and to be sucked
my such a sweet girl, who I also intended to ruin, was more than I
could refuse.
	Susey, in the meantime, did not wait on my word. She was back to
handling and kissing my cock as soon as her speech was delivered. I
only made no more protest and she proceeded. I interposed in the
process only to seek a resting place as her attentions brought me
near the crisis. I sat on her bed and she again knelt between my knees
and took my prick in her mouth.
	I had held the intention to stop her before she caused me to
spend, but had delayed for the pleasure she gave me. I now abandoned
the plan as it would be of little use were I to stop her, so lusty
had her kisses made me. I refused her nothing as she sucked on my
prick and stroked the shaft behind, only gave warning that my spunk
was near to arriving.
	I again saw the eager devil in her eye as she looked up at me
and made to smile as much as she coud with my cock between her soft
lips. I think she wanted me to see her determination when I could no
longer restrain my passions and spent in her mouth. She had no long
wait for that event and I watched with amaze as she accomplished her
feat with staunch resolve, her eyes wincing as my spunk filled her mouth, but remaining open and fixed on my own.
	It was such a marvel and I was so intent on this child that my
prick seemed to lose little of its fitness even upon spending. I
thought that I might put her to the bed and have my way with her
immediately, but I soon regained my composure and sense. It was too
grand an event to waste wantonly and I, instead, drew her up and kissed
the lips that had so recently given my pego such joy.
	I took the time to make her fulfill her pledge to undress and
when she was quite naked, lay her on her bed and kissed her every part.
Her tiny bubbies furnished her much pleasure when kissed, but her 
turmoil, when my lips touched the red chink between her thighs, was
such as might indicate pain.
	"Oh! Oh! What do you do?" she begged. "I will die. You will kill
me if you continue."
	And indeed she did suffer what the French designate "le petit mort" or the little death, meaning orgasm. She was in such a state as
she spent thus that the bedclothes were quite in disarray from her
squirming and the frantic motions of her feet. She seemed to faint, but
I did not trust this ruse on her part. I deemed she was yet awake, only
pretending and I tested this by introducing my finger a little way into
her cunny.
	She startled at that and accused me of wishing to deprive her of
the pleasure of knowing when her innocence departed. I laughed at that
and assured her that was not the case. In any event, I told her, the
tearing of her hymen would alert her if she was not dead.
	I knew little of what I said beyond the solemn assurances of Mary
that such a rupture was horribly painful for a woman. I accepted her
word, only later wondering how she would know, still being a virgin.
I had no doubt of her facts, but as we neared the precipice I felt
little worthy to instruct my innocent partner in what awaited her.
	She said there was nothing for it and would have me if it meant
she died, so strong was her love for me. At that declaration of the
excess of her emotion, I found that there was nothing left but to
embark on the encounter that would be fatal to her maidenhood at least.
	How bravely did she position herself for this encounter! I felt
that I loved her in return as she asked, with a quaver she could not
quell, how she should best be positioned. Despite the failure of
courage of her voice, her body reclined, her legs opened and her
knees were raised with a brave resolve. I added the touch of raising
her hips upon a pillow and the stage was set for the final act.
	"Do not spare me, but be quick," she begged me, "or my courage
might fail."
	How oft had I heard similiar exhortations upon the verge of a
thrust? Yet this time I was resolved to execute her wishes and let no
tenderness interefere. In every previous failure to heed such an entreaty I caused needless pain and I was determined to not do so to
my precious Susey.
	Still, I did not enter rudely and at once. I placed the dart of
love carefully between the tender lips of her cunny and made sure of
my mark before proceeding.
	"Then this for love," I whispered to warn her of the coming
thrust.
	Ahhhhhrree! Its volume quieted by virtue of utterance with an
intake of breath came from my young lover as I gave the brutal stab.
	"But hold! For a moment! I cannot bear more," she said excitedly,
tears dropping from her pained eyes.
	"The worst is done," I assured her, kissing away her tears, "Now
and for always and only the greatest pleasure of man and woman now
remains."
	I did restrain my movement until I saw her eye grow brave again
and then completed the little distance still remaining until out bodies
met in that blissful connection of man and maid. She was quite pleased
to confirm my sweet words, and with the dread aside, grew eager again.
	"Yes, I feel you quite inside me," she confirmed. "It is so
wonderful to feel so sweet a thing there."
	I told her I felt the same and no cunny would ever matter more
or make me feel the love that I felt for her in that moment of complete
connection. For it is mine, completely mine, I explained my meaning.
	She was in a heaven of content at the feeling and my sweet words
which she thought to be the greatest joy of love. Imagine her wonder
when I moved my pego within and the real joy of love began. She was
in such a commotion of body and flux of emotion that she seemed to
faint away, but as I felt her lubrication coat my active pego, I knew
she had simply succumbed to another spend.
	I maintained my exertions, though carefully, until she roused and
then chided her gently for being a girl of such quick emotions. Her
eyes laughed at me and she inquired how it could be a source of shame
that she had such pleasure of me. Surely, she said, all women would
wish to have such emotions could they manage it for the pleasure was
most agreeable and more was preferable to less.
	I told her I did not doubt her wisdom and promised to bring her
such pleasures as I could as I renewed the battle of our parts with
new vigor. She cried out, oh heaven! once more as I put her newly
opened cunny to the test and I felt her juices bathe me just as I
could restrain myself no more.
	"Oh no!" she cried too loudly as I made to withdraw and clasped
me fiercly in a tangle of her arms and legs.
	My excess of emotion and the thrill of surprise proved too much
and I was spending inside her. My dread at this misfortune robbed me
of my intent and she easily drew me back into her cunny where I
completed my unfortunate spend deep inside her cunt.
	She inquired of my treachery in withdrawing and then laughed as
if I were a schoolboy when I gave my explanation. Though you know well
the execution of the acts, I see that there are some mysteries still
hidden from you, she said. Every girl knows, she confided, that no harm
can come the first time. I was therefore quite offended that you would
forsake me at such an auspicious occasion.
	I contented myself that her wisdom in this matter was true,
though troubled I had not heard of it before. It soothed my concern
that I might have harmed her and allowed me to recall, unfettered with
worry, the joy of spending while inside her. For it was joy indeed,
once I knew there was nothing for it, to let my spunk flow while 
encased in her warm sheath.
	Having enjoyed the fruits of love and initiated Susey in the
rites of Venus, I made to take my leave over the objection of my dear
partner. However, with promises of frequent renewals, and reminders
of the risk for us both, I managed to quit her room without even causing her tears.

	Now I was about a dangerous game, satisfying Susey's greedy love
while maintaining my place as a member of the circle. Had I known the
effort and care it would cause I would have done just the same, because
I am so profligate, but I would have had more concern for my actions.
	It was just this tendancy to act on my passion rather than my
understanding that led to both my undoing and greatest joy. I say this
to tease you with the riddle of how one could be the other as well. Be
sure that I will explain, but first let me draw the scene.
	Our activites at the club had grown more licentious and I am sure
I was to blame for most of it. Not that I proposed new debauches, but
that I continued eager even after all the ladies were familiar to me.
This enthusiasm caused the more wanton of the circle to arrange such
encounters as I will describe.
	Lady Chuffington seemed most disposed to such excesses, though
I was little inclined to rebuke her ready imagination. I tell of the
event not because it was in any way more depraved than others, but
because upon this occasion Beatrice chose Willie to join us in our
debauch. He was nothing loth, as, I came to discover, Lady Chuffington
was a favorite of most the circle and some small resentment had been
felt when she sought me more than, it seemed to others, fair.
	I understand the attraction since she was a fine lady of good wit
and ready jest, yet there were others, a gentlewoman we called Nell to
pick one, that passed Beatrice in the fineness of her charms and
equaled her in affable demeanor. Polly herself was little less than
the Lady and as eager. I say this to register, not complaint that
Beatrice was older or rather plump in some places, but wonder that the
rest did esteem her so much above others I would have judged as equal,
taken as a whole, to her attraction.
	The petty jealousies of the company aside, Willie and I were
invited to Beatrice's bower with a promise of novel pleasures. They
were indeed novel when first introduced, but I had since had the
experience of some and expected no different on this occasion. I was
not disappointed in this assumption.
	Lest you think the previous indicates some jaded dismissal of the
pleasure offered, I will assert most strongly it does not. Familiarity
had never dimmed my passion and it did not begin to do so on this
occasion. I entered with great eagerness to enjoy Beatrice in the
company of my friend and benefactor.
	Indeed, familiarity with such matters facilitated the quickest
commencement of pleasure once we had thrown off our restricting
clothing and stood naked together. Wille and I carried Beatrice, who
giggled sweetly, to her divan and laid her out like spoils of pillage.
By the accident of our manner of lifting her, Willie was placed where
he could kiss her mouth and fondle her bubbies while I opened her
thighs and applied my mouth to her cunny.
	As I have said, my normal manner of executing this station was
to lie reversed on the object of my kisses and receive kisses on my
privy member, but that was not possible with Beatrice's mouth otherwise
engaged. Still, the throaty sighs and unsettled movement of her bum
had the effect of arousing my cock and I was as able as ever to 
dispatch my duties when called upon.
	That was not to be yet, as Lady Chuffington was occupied with
Willie's kisses and was, in addition, wanking his prick with her own
hand. As this was the nature of our grouping, I thought nothing of it
and kept my tongue busy pleasing the lady. When I had the desired 
effect of bringing a spend, Beatrice stirred from her passive
acceptance of our ministrations. She bid me come to her and sent Willie
to take my place, only with his body over hers.
	I saw Willie was to be first in her charms with no regret, since
it augured my favorite manner with Beatrice. I was not disappointed as
she bade me stand close to her head and give her my prick to suck as
Willie went about pestering her with his pego. We passed some time in
this manner, all enjoying the use to which we were put, until Beatrice,
from despair of spending or some other reason, wished to change.
	I was a bit jealous when I saw her take Willie's prick in her
mouth in preference to mine, but only a bit since I was in possession
of her cunny and well pleased there. She had her legs well up to
receive me at the greatest depth and I endeavored to make the best use
of this opportunity by fucking her soundly as she sucked on Willie's
prick. My efforts had the desired effect for all of us as Beatrice
spent again just as I was forced to withdraw and send my spunk up
her body. It speckled her fair bubbies in her drawn up position and
gave us much delight at the excess. At some time in this efflusion of
passion, Willie spent in her mouth and so we were all well served in
our first combat of love.
	As these things go, Lady Chuffington was now obliged to repay
our attentions, which had been mainly for her benefit to this point.
In mere numbers, she had spent twice to our once, but in fact she had
more pleasure than could be in that way measured. In return, she
made us stand beside her divan and sat up to take our pricks in turn
into her mouth. She wanked me and felt my bollocks as well while
sucking Willie and then wanked and fondled him him upon sucking me.
	In a short time we were restored, but Beatrice did not quit
her station until she had given us both great enjoyment of her skill.
Now it was to be for us, she explained, and she the helpless vessel.
How she could receive us without attending pleasure was not mentioned
since it would be rude and contrary to our aims. She was to fuck us
both and vowed to stand for whatever use we made of her.
	This vow did not extend to giving us leave to decide, however.
Beatrice directed Willie onto the divan and made him lay on his back
with his prick pointing into the air. She mounted atop him, but not
yet his prick, although very close where it could be done. Then she
called for me to put my cock in her cunt for a moment.
	This managed, with all awkward positoning of three sets of knees
accomplished, she bade me withdraw and Willie to put his prick in her.
I saw at once her intent, but bided until Beatrice should command me.
	"There it is!" Beatrice said with the lusty cry of Willie's cock
filling her cunt, "Now you know the way. Put that prick in my bottom
and we shall have a fuck!"
	My brief visit to her cunny was to wet my pego, I knew, in hopes
that it would ease the way into her fundus. I needed no hope for I was
determined to breach the narrow opening in all events, both my passions
and a grim attitude attending to my intent. I protest that my cruel
mind was only a part of my intent, but confess it gave me much comfort
in my wicked attack on Lady Chuffington's bum-hole.
	Aarrrrrrrreee! she exclaimed as I treated her commonly, forcing
my cock into her tight opening with great relish. I was in possession
of half from the first thrust and I pressed on even as she regained her
breath from the initial assault. I took no special pleasure from
whose bottom I assaulted so rudely, only from the act of ravage I
enacted in the orifice itself. It was for me, who had so kindly used
this hole in previous times, a new sensation to enact this outrage,
but one which I found to have pleasures of the meanest sort.
	Beatrice, I trusted, could not rebuke me for my zeal, certainly
less so in the presence of Willie, or be laughed at for a frightened
virgin. My trust was well-placed, for after the initial cry of pain
at my rude force, she settled, with only a trace of displeasure in her
voice, into exhorting us to push well in and give her a good fuck.
	I continued in the manner with which I had begun, for the evil
spirit of it, and enjoyed the thought if not so much the sensation of
rampage. Soon enough my fevered attack became ordinary as Beatrice's
fundus became accustomed to my prick, but I maintained my vigor to not
betray my dark motives at the start.
	It was well for her as she spent several times during our
exercise, the addition of a second prick, I have reports, being more
than double the inducement to passion. At one of these points, the
tightness of her bottom encouraged my own spend and I gave her an
arse-ful of spunk for her wages. She had her revenge, if revenge she
needed, when she stopped Willie and bent down to take his spend in
her mouth again.
	She subsequently admitted the shock that I, who was not so
inclined, as she thought, had been so forthright, but excused me most
graciously for the reason that it was not unprecedented or even
unwelcome, but only unexpected and, in any case, led to much merriment
and novelty, which was always her purpose. I saw that she meant her
pardon, but felt that it had come only with some distance from the
actual event of me taking her so harshly.
	Such were the diversions furnished by Willie's salon, all I have
said and yet more. With such dissipated revels at hand, you might think
it a wonder that I could manage more, much less seek it, yet I did.
For all my cavalier joy and devious planning to deflower Willie's
sister, I found my heart could not be so cold as to not melt at her
shy smile and loving eyes.
	Though I knew it better to be known as a rake than a fool, I
could not bring tears to those sweet eyes by admitting my deception.
The thought of that look of pain barred me from any joy of mocking
her tears as I revealed my true purpose of ruining her. If I did not
love her as I claimed, at least I did not hate her that much.
	Being in this way unable to send her off, I was bound to woo her
to prevent her discerning the truth on her own. This was in no way an
onerous duty, having a fresh and delicate young maid to enjoy, but
it was a test of my constitution. There could be no regular absences
from the salon, lest I arouse the suspicion of Susey's brother and
sisters, so I was compelled to set dates of assignment with their
youngest sister and have her leave her window unbolted and assure herself of being alone. Then I had to endure the embraces of the women
in the circle which were always demanding and then come to satisfy
Susey, who was becoming nearly as insatiable.
	I deem my tale would end with my death, as an old man, at 26 if
occasion had not ended my exhausting habits. I do not know, nor has
anyone come forward to tell, why Susey's lady's maid was so alert on
that night and no other. Perhaps fate or chance took a hand, though I
prefer to think God had not forsaken me, though I did not think so at
the time.
	As you have guessed, clever reader, the lady's maid roused the 
master and I was taken in an embrace with Susey. His lordship favored
hanging and castration, though not in that order, but Susey wept so
for my danger that even his stony heart paused. Willie, who had been
summoned, still bleary-eyed from his own night's debauch, pretended
temper while suggesting the most shocking remedies, among them
running Susey and I through the streets naked to make us feel our shame.
	After some time of this, I think even the old man began to see
the mockery in Willie's remedies and, having cooled somewhat in his
fury, became more rational. I was a treacherous lad, there was no help
for that, coming into his house and raping his children after being 
offered his hospitality, but neither was there help for poor Susey's
condition. What man of good family would have her now that she had
been despoiled?
	Polly, who attended this encounter with Lydia and Rosa besides,
seemed to find particular humor in that query, but her gaiety was of
no help to me and in fact put me in a foul mood. I considered asking
the reason for her levity in such dour circumstances to see her
answer, but at that juncture Susey spoke and disputed her father.
	"It is of no matter," she said to his quiry. "I will have no
other. I want him and he will have me. We are so in love."
	Now this was some light into the gloom, but it was not let glow
but an instant before Willie protested. I thought it quite unfair for
him to dispute my character, my keeping his secret well enough when
exposing him might be some gain to me, but he would not hear of such a
connection of our families. He spoke harshly of my habits and said
as much that I had no interest in Susey other than that of a rake.
	As he later said, I did feel his intent was to find some other
remedy for my situation, but I was stung nevertheless. It was Polly,
who perhaps better perceiving their peril than her brother, tried
yet another device to avert some dire sentence. She said Susey was
the blackguard in the matter and I was merely her victim. In support,
she revealed the coerction practiced on the maid and said it was
clear I was caught in the same deceit.
	Now, perhaps there was some basis for their words and much of
what they said was true, but I felt a temper growing at every attack
on Susey and myself. However it might have been sorted to my benefit
with the aid of these facts, I was too much excited to care. I felt
deeply these attacks, more so when Polly's revelations broke Susey
into tears, and I brought the attention back to myself, naked as I
still was except for a cushion over my pertinent part.
	And in the very moment of crying, Hold! Enough! I will be heard!
I understood it all. My tender heart in not revealing myself to Susey
was a fiction, at least as regarded all but her. My emotions as Willie
tried to free me from obligation would have been all gratitude were I
as much a libertine as he. And my fury, yes fury, at Polly, with whom
I had shared the most debauched of evenings, when she made Susey cry
forced me to one conclusion.
	"I love her and will have her," I said plainly.
	And with that it was done. Certainly her father had concerns 
about my situation and my prospects, but Willie and the rest seemed
to lose all interest. There was no more argument, no more defense from
Willie or his sisters. They seemed amused, as if with a calf with two
heads or the like, but held their peace and then drifted away as the
conversation turned to plans for marriage.
	Susey alone attended the talk between me and her father with
great interest, coming to stand beside me now there was no longer a
reason for us to be parted. I can only say that I have not heard of
the like of that arrangement, with the suitor naked but for a cushion
and his bride hiding the same condition behind a coverlet as they
made plans to be wed.
	In closing, which will be yet a while, since there is much to
cover, I must first say that my understanding was like an epiphany
and as true as is said of such inspiration. I did love Susey and
truely, and still do. Those things that I thought were against us
became our great benefit and that for which I first sought her, well,
that is a benefit as well.
	Of the circle, I saw little, except for those that were invited
to the wedding, and of course my brother and sisters-in-law. Foremost
of the reasons was that I quit the town and returned to the home of
my youth, but I mourned little. Their existance I confessed and found
Susey was well aware, or at least convinced of it before I met her.
Of having her sisters, I delayed the confession until she herself asked
it of me, having observed a certain familiarity, particularly with
Polly, when they came to visit.
	She was not glad of it, but soothed her hurts by recalling that
while they may have had the pleasure, she was the one that had caught
me for her own. Less did she despair of old connections with Mary, who
was still in our service and who had grown into a woman of some
charm while I was away. Indeed, she teased that Mary could join us in
our bed and I could demonstrate my favorite way with her, as she had
tried it and not found it to her liking.
	Whether or not Mary did... oh bugger that! Of course she did.
Susey and Mary grew quite fond of each other, as fond as mistress and
servant might be, and quite often I was confronted by them both in my
bed, mainly for me to demonstrate the art of buggery and for Susey to
ply Mary with questions of how she fancied it while I fucked her
bottom. I will go only so far into Susey's private matters to say that
Susey enjoyed her maid as child as explanation for what else might have
brought Mary to her bed.
	Those matters behind, alls left is the relations of our families
when Susey's mother and father came to visit. Her father and mine were
men of widely separated opinion, but grew greatly fond of arguing
their thoughts in the other's company. We could set them to arguing,
tour the estate and still find them at it when we returned.
	And the final note? For all our love, Susey could still be a
willful child, even into her years and after she had bourne children
of her own.

	"Attend me here, wife!"
	"No! I shan't! I shan't!"
	It matters little what complaint I had, only that Susey was recondite in her refusal to mind.
	She fled, from pillar to post as you might say, scampering from
one upright protector to the next, clutching her present support until
she broke clear and ran to the next. She soon ran out of columns, posts
and stancions in her flight and made an ill-fated dash toward the
trees.
	All this time I pursued, but not with any haste. I strode
purposefully rather, calling to Susey to obey. My blood was set alight
as Susey made her last dash. Seeing her in the open spurred me to a
sharp trot that overtook her just as she reached the willow by the
pond. I took her by the arm and threw her against the tree she sought for refuge.
	Then I caned her. Susey clutched the tree as if it was yet her savior and howled most piteously as I struck. There was no more thought
of flight as she endured some two dozen strokes of the rod.
	My privy member was engorged, pressing boldly against the front of my breeches. Nor did it subside when I halted, panting from this effort, and loosed it from its confinement.
	"Now you shall have it," I said in variance to the scene enacted
by my father long years before. "Hold that tree well for you will need
its support."
	For not alone was I enlivened by caning. I lived in my memory
alone, but my wife joined me in the pleasure. Roughly taken against
smooth bark, it was but one more way that I pleased her as she pleased
me and as well as ever woman did a man.
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