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Lady Beatrice Pokingham (Victorian underground eroLady Beatrice Pokingham: Or “They All Do It.” (Victorian underground erotica with previously unpublished material) (public domain)IntroductionThe Pearl was a Victorian underground magazine that ran from July 1879 toDecember 1880. One story within it was titled Lady Beatrice Pokingham: Or,They All Do It.This torrent contains the Pokingham story with new material that has notpreviously been published.The text came to me from an acquaintance who, prior to retirement,was a moderately well-known academic in a leading British university. He gaveme permission to post the following text after his death.Introduction based on communication with the editor of the text.The text below is a transcription from a previously unknown collection of papersand letters associated with the Victorian underground magazine, The Pearl.This was found in 2016 in a section of uncategorized documents among thestacks of the Bodleian Library. It was not recorded on any library database andaccordingly the finder assumes it has been overlooked up to this date.A portion of the text below was found as printer’s proofs. It seems from thematerial in this archive that a print run of about 50 copies was planned, to bereleased as an Easter Special in March 1880 under the title given below (AnInterlude.) But no such magazine seems to have been printed.It appears that the writer then aimed to publish the work as a stand-alone novella,since there is a much longer hand-written manuscript that expands the story. I have therefore collated both the proof version and the holograph basedon the narrative structure apparently intended by the writer.Occasional words and some sentences in the holograph are illegible, and in thiscase I have had to make my best guess. For some wholly illegible words I havesimply offered the word (or words) that make most sense within the narrative.Some passages (the more unlikely / perverse sexual activities) have beencancelled, apparently in response to comments in another hand regardingquality or credibility. Since these sections were largely complete, I have restoredthem. In addition there were some sketches apparently supposed to representseveral of the characters depicted in the fiction.It seems that the writer of this story is not the same as the writer of other partsof the Pokingham narrative; however it also appears (though not withcomplete certainty) that this author worked with the original author. There issome correspondence on the matter, but this part of the archive is decayed andfragmentary. Furthermore, there is some indication that the latter parts of thestory that was published in The Pearl were not written by the initial author,and that the initial author was not wholly pleased with the treatment of the storyunder the latter hand. For example there is discussion of the Charlie Vavasourcharacter who, in the later sections of the narrative, is revealed to be “Bertram”masquerading as Charlie. This was not the original author’s intention.There are indications that the first author did not fully approve of certainsections of the story here reproduced. Furthermore it appears there were plansfor work by other writers (for example, the writer of She-Umbra seems to bereferenced) to be included in the putative issue. However given the use of initials(for example, “L.S.” or possibly “I.S.” appears regularly) and codes rather thannames for all involved parties, it is hard to be clear on the genesis of the text.The finder of the archive has chosen not to draw the library’s attention to due toreluctance to be publicly associated with such material. The archive remains inthe stacks exactly as it was found.Presumably the original narrative (which is provided here) would have beenrewritten somewhat to ensure slightly better continuity. Chronologically, thenew material would come at the end of the original version but narratively itcomes much earlier, at the end of Part II of the original narrative. This is where Iplace it (approximately page 35).LADY POKINGHAM; OR THEY ALL DO IT:Giving an Account of her Luxurious Adventures, both beforeand after her Marriage with Lord Crim-Con.INTRODUCTION. To the Reader,Very little apology will be needed for putting in print thefollowing highly erotic and racy narrative of a young patricianlady, whose adventures I feel assured every genuine lover ofvoluptuous reading will derive as much or more pleasureafforded your humble servant.The subject of these memoirs was one of the brightest and mostcharming of her sex, endued with such exquisite nervoussensitiveness, in addition to an unusual warmth of constitutionthat she was quite unable to resist the seductive influences ofGod’s finest creation; for God made man in his own image, maleand female, created he them; and this was the firstcommandment, “Be faithful and multiply, and replenish theearth” – see Genesis, chap. 1.The natural instinct of the ancients instilled in their minds theidea that copulation was the direct and most acceptable form ofworship they could offer to their deities, and I know that thoseof my readers who are not bigoted Christians will agree withme, that there cannot be any great sin in giving way to naturaldesires, and enjoying, to the utmost, all those delicioussensations for which a beneficent Creator has so amply fitted us.Poor girl, she did not live long, and in thoroughly enjoying herfew briefs years of butterfly life, who can think her wicked!The scraps from which my narrative is compiled were found in apacket she had entrusted to a devoted servitor, who, after hersudden and premature death at the early age of twenty-three,entered my service.As author, I feel the crudeness of my style may be a littleoffensive to some, but hope my desire to afford general pleasurewill excuse my defects.THE AUTHOR, PART I.My dear Walter,How I love you! but alas! you will never know it till I am gone;little do you think, as you wheel me about in my invalid chair,how your delicate attentions have won the heart of a poorconsumptive on the verge of the grave. How I long to suck thesweets of love from your lips; to fondle and caress your lordlypriapus, and feel its thrilling motions within me; but such joyscannot be, the least excitement would be my death, and I can butsigh as I look at your kind loving face, and admire the fineproportions of my darling, as evidenced by the large bunch ofkeys you always seem to have in your pocket; indeed you lookto have a key of keys, whose burning thrusts would unlock anyvirgin cabinet.This is a strange fancy of mine (the writing for your perusal ashort account of some of my adventures); but one of the onlypleasures left me is to indulge in reveries of the past, and seemto feel over again the thrilling emotions of voluptuousenjoyments, which are now denied to me; and I hope the recitalof my escapades and follies may afford you some slightpleasure, and add to the lasting regard with which I hope youwill remember me in years to come. One thing I ask of you, dearWalter, is to fancy you are enjoying Beatrice Pokingham whenyou are in the embraces of some future inamorata. It is apleasure I have often indulged in myself when in the action ofcoition, and heightened my bliss by letting my fancy run riot,and imagined I was in the arms of someone I particularly wishedfor, but could not come at.My income dies with me, so I have no cause to make a will, butyou will find notes for a few hundred pounds enclosed with thisoutline of my adventures, which is all I have been able to save.You will also find a fine lock of dark brown hair, which I have cutfrom the abundant chevelure of my Mons Veneris; other friends andrelatives may have the admired curls from my head, your memento iscut from the sacred spot of love.I never remember my father, the Marquis of Pokingham, buthave my doubts as to whether I am really entitled to the honourof claiming him as a parent, as he was a used-up old man, andfrom papers and letters, which passed privately between him andmy mother, I know that he more than suspected he was indebtedto his good-looking footman for the pretty baby girl my motherpresented to him; as he says in one note, “that he could haveforgiven everything if the fruits of her intercourse with Jameshad been a son and heir, so as to keep his hated nephew out ofthe estates and title, and wished her to let him cultivate herparsley bed for another crop, which might perhaps turn out morein accordance with his wishes.” The poor old fellow died soonafter writing that note, and my mother, from whom this dreadfulconsumption is transmitted to me, also left me an orphan at anearly age, leaving me her jointure of £20,000, and an aristocratictitle which that amount was quite inadequate to properlysupport.My guardians were very saving and careful, as they sent me toschool at eight years of age, and only spent about £150 a yearfor schooling and necessaries, till they thought it was time forme to be brought out in the world, so that I benefittedconsiderably by the accumulated interest of my money.The first four years of my school passed away uneventfully, andduring that time I was only in one serious sc****, which 1 willrelate, as it led to my first taste of a good birch rod.Miss Birch was rather an indulgent schoolmistress, and only hadto resort to personal punishment for very serious offenses,which she considered might materially affect the futurecharacter of her pupils, unless thoroughly cut out of them fromthe first. I was nearly seven years old when I had a sudden fancyfor making sketches on my slate in school. One of ourgovernesses, Miss Pennington, was a rather crabbed and severeold girl of five-and-thirty, and particularly evoked my abilitiesas a caricaturist, and the sketches would be slyly passed fromone to the other of us, causing considerable giggling and grossinattention to our lessons.I was infatuated and conceited with what I considered my clever drawingsAnd several admonitions and extra tasks as punishment had no effect inchecking my mischievous interruptions, until one afternoon Miss Birch hadfallen asleep at her desk, and old Penn was busy with a class,when the sudden inspiration seized me to make a couple of veryrude sketches; one of the old girl sitting on a chamber utensil;but the other was a rural idea of her stooping down, with herclothes up to ease herself, in a field. The first girl I showed themto almost burst with laughter, and two others were so anxious tosee the cause of her mirth, that they were actually stooping overher shoulder to look at my slate, when, before I could possiblyget to it to rub them off, old Penn pounced upon it like an eagle,and carried it in triumph to Miss Birch, who was awakenedchagrined by the amused smile which our principal could notrepress at first sight of the indecent caricatures.”My young lady must smart for this, Miss Pennington,” saidMiss Birch, with suddenly assumed gravity; “she has been verytroublesome lately with these impudent drawings, but this ispositively obscene; if she draws one thing she will go toanother. Send for Susan to bring my birch rod! I must punish herwhilst my blood is warm, as I am too forgiving, and may let heroff.”I threw myself on my knees, and implored for mercy, promising”Never, never to do anything of the kind again.”Miss BIRCH. – “You should have thought of the consequencesbefore you drew such filthy pictures; the very idea of one of myyoung ladies being capable of such productions is horrible tome; these prurient ideas cannot be allowed to settle in your mindfor an instant, if I can whip them out.”Miss Pennnington, with a grim look of satisfaction, now tookme by the wrist, just as Susan, a stout, strong, fair servant girl ofabout twenty, appeared with what looked to me a fearful bigbunch of birch twigs, neatly tied up with red velvet ribbon.”Now, Lady Beatrice Pokingham,” said Miss Birch, “kneeldown, confess your fault, and kiss the rod,” taking the bunchfrom Susan’s hands, and extending it to me as a queen might hersceptre to a supplicant subject.Anxious to get over the inevitable, and make my punishment aslight as possible, I knelt down, and with real tears of penitencebegged her to be as lenient as her sense of justice would admit,as I knew I well deserved what she was going to inflict, andwould take care not to insult Miss Pennington again, whom Iwas very sorry to have so caricatured; then I kissed the rod andresigned myself to my fate.Miss PENNINGTON, maliciously. – “Ah! Miss Birch, howquickly the sight of the rod makes hypocritical repentance.”Miss BIRCH. – “I quite understand all that, Miss Pennington,but must temper justice with mercy at the proper time; now, youimpudent artist, lift your clothes behind, and expose your ownbottom to the justly merited punishment.”With trembling hands I lifted my skirts, and was then ordered toopen my drawers also; which done, they pinned up my dress andpetticoats as high as my shoulders; then I was laid across a desk,and Susan stood in front of me, holding both hands, whilst oldPenn and the French governess (who had just entered theschoolroom) each held one of my legs, so that I was what youmight call helplessly spread-eagled.Miss BIRCH, looking seriously round as she flourished therod. – “Now, all you young ladies, let this whipping be a cautionto you; my Lady Beatrice richly deserves this degrading shame,for her indecent (I ought to call them obscure) sketches. Willyou! will you, you troublesome, impudent little thing, ever do soagain? There, there, there, I hope it will soon do you good. Ah!you may scream; there’s a few more to come yet.”The bunch of birch seemed to crash on my bare bottom withawful force; the tender skin smarted, and seemed ready to burstat every fresh cut. “Ah! ah! oh!!! Oh, heavens! have mercy,madame. Oh! I will never do anything like it again. Ah – r – re!I can’t bear it!” I screamed, kicking and struggling under everyblow, so that at first they could scarcely hold me, but I was soonexhausted by my own efforts.Miss BIRCH, – “You can feel it a little, may it do you good, youbad little girl; if I don’t check you now, the whole establishmentwould soon be demoralized. Ah! ha! your bottom is gettingfinely wealed, but I haven’t done yet,” cutting away withincreasing fury.Just then I caught a glimpse of her face, which was usually pale,but now flushed with excitement, and her eyes sparkled withunwonted animation. “Ah!” she continued, “young ladiesbeware of my rod, when I do have to use it. How do you like it,Lady Beatrice? Let us all know how nice it is,” cutting mybottom and thighs deliberately at each ejaculation.LADY BEATRICE. – “Ah! oh! ah – r – r – re! It’s awful! Oh Ishall die if you don’t have mercy, Miss Birch. Oh! my God, I’mfearfully punished; I’m cut to pieces; the birch feels as if it wasred hot, the blows burn so!”Then I felt as if it was all over, and I must die soon; my crieswere succeeded by low sobs, moans, and then hysterical crying,which gradually got lower and lower, till at last I must havefainted, as I remembered nothing more till I found myself inbed, and awoke with my poor posteriors tremendously bruisedand sore, and it was nearly a fortnight before I got rid of all themarks of that severe whipping.After I was twelve years of age they reckoned me amongst thebig girls, and I got a jolly bedfellow, whom I will call AliceMarchmont, a beautiful, fair girl, with a plump figure, largesensuous eyes, and flesh as firm and smooth as ivory. Sheseemed to take a great fancy to me, and the second night I sleptwith her (we had a small room to ourselves) she kissed andhugged me so lovingly that I felt slightly confused at first, as shetook such liberties with me, my heart was all in a flutter, andalthough the light was out, I felt my face covered with burningblushes as her hot kisses on my lips, and the searching gropingsof her hands in the most private parts of my person, made me allatremble.”How you shake, dear Beatrice,” she answered. “What are youafraid of? you may feel me all over too; it is so nice. Put yourtongue in my mouth, it is a great inducement to love and I dowant to love you so, dear. Where’s your hand? here, put it there;can’t you feel the hair just beginning to grow on my pussey?Yours will come soon. Rub your finger on my crack, just there,”so she initiated me into the art of frigging in the most tenderloving manner.As you may guess, I was an apt pupil, although so young. Hertouches fired my blood, and the way she sucked my tongueseemed most delicious. “Ah! Oh! Rub harder, harder -quicker,” she gasped, as she stiffened her limbs out with a kindof spasmodic shudder, and I felt my finger all wet withsomething warm and creamy. She covered me with kisses for amoment, and then lay quite still.”What is it, Alice? How funny you are, and you have wetted myfinger, you nasty girl,” I whispered, laughing. “Go on ticklingme with your fingers, I begin rather to like it.””So you will, dear, soon, and love me for teaching you such anice game,” she replied, renewing her frigging operations, whichgave me great pleasure so that I hardly knew what I was doing,and a most luscious longing sensation came over me. I beggedher to shove her fingers right up. “Oh! Oh! How nice! Further!Harder!” and almost fainted with delight as she at last broughtdown my first maiden spend.Next night we repeated our lascivious amusements, and sheproduced a thing like a sausage, made of soft k** leather, andstuffed out as hard as possible, which she asked me to push intoher, and work up and down, whilst she frigged me as before,making me lay on the top of her, with my tongue in her mouth.It was delightful. I can’t express her raptures, my movementswith the instrument seemed to drive her into ecstasies ofpleasure, she almost screamed as she clasped my body to hers,exclaiming, “Ah! Oh! You dear boy; you kill me with pleasure!”as she spent with extraordinary profusion all over my busy hand.As soon as we had recovered our serenity a little, I asked herwhat she meant by calling me her dear boy.”Ah! Beatrice,” she replied, “I’m so sleepy now, but tomorrownight, I will tell you my story, and explain how it is that mypussey is able to take in that thing, whilst yours cannot atpresent; it will enlighten you a little more into the Philosophy ofLife, my dear; now give me a kiss, and let us go to sleep to-night.”ALICE MARCHMONT’S STORY.You may imagine I was anxious for the next morning to arrive.We were no sooner in our little sanctum, than I exclaimed,”Now, Alice, make haste into bed, I’m all impatient to hear yourtale.””You shall have it dear and my fingers, too, if you will but letme undress comfortably. I can’t jump into bed anyhow; I mustmake the inspection of my little private curls first. What do youthink of them, Beatrice? Off with your chemise; I want tocompare our pusseys,” said she, throwing off everything, andsurveying her beautiful naked figure in the large cheval glass. Iwas soon beside her, equally denuded of covering. “What adelightfully pouting little slit you have, Beatrice,” sheexclaimed, patting my Mons Veneris. “We shall make abeautiful contrast, mine is a light blonde, and yours will bebrunette. See my little curly parsley bed is already half-an-inchlong.”She indulged in no end of exciting tricks, till at last mypatience was exhausted, so slipping on my chemise de nuit, Ibounced into bed, saying I believed it was all fudge about herhaving a tale to tell and that I would not let her love me again,till she had satisfied my curiosity.”What bad manners to doubt my word,” she cried, following meinto bed, taking me by surprise, uncovered my bottom, andinflicted a smart little slapping, as she laughingly continued,”There, let that be a lesson to you not to doubt a young lady’sword in future. Now you shall have my tale, although it wouldreally serve you right to make you wait till to-morrow.”After a short pause, having settled ourselves lovingly in bed, shebegan:Once upon a time there was a little girl about ten years old, ofthe name of Alice, her parents were rich, and lived in a beautifulhouse, surrounded by lovely gardens and a fine park, she had abrother about two years older than herself, but her mama was sofond of her (being an only daughter), that she never would allowher little girl out of her sight, unless William, the butler, hadcharge of her in her rambles about the grounds and park.William was a handsome, good-looking man about thirty, andhad been in the family ever since he was a boy. Now Alice, whowas very fond of William, often sat on his knee as he was seatedunder a tree, or on a garden seat, when he would read to herfairy tales from her books. Their intimacy was so great thatwhen they were alone, she would call him “dear old Willie,” andtreat him quite as an equal. Alice was quite an inquisitive girl,and would often put Mr. William to the blush by her curiousenquiries about natural history affairs, and how a****ls hadlittle ones, why the cock was so savage to the poor hens,jumping on their backs, and biting their heads with his sharpbeak, &c.”My dear,” he would say, “I’m not a hen or a cow; how should I know?don’t ask such silly questions”; but Miss Alice was not so easily put off,she would reply, “Ah! Willie, you do know, and won’t tell me, I insistupon knowing, &c.,” but her efforts to obtain knowledge were quite fruitless.This went on for some time till the little girl was within three orfour months of her twelfth birthday, when a circumstance shehad never taken any notice of before aroused her curiosity. Itwas that Mr. William, under pretense of seeing to his duties,was in the habit of secluding himself in his pantry, or closet,from seven to eight o’clock in the morning for about an hourbefore breakfast. If Alice ventured to tap at the door it wasfastened inside, and admittance refused; the keyhole was soclosed it was useless to try and look through that way, but itoccurred to my little girl that perhaps she might be able to get apeep into that place of mystery if she could only get into apassage which passed behind Mr. William’s pantry, and intowhich she knew it used to open by a half-glass door, now neverused, as the passage was closed by a locked door at each end.This passage was lighted from the outside by a small windowabout four feet from the ground, fastened on the inside simplyby a hook, which Alice, who mounted on a high stool, soonfound she could open if she broke one of the small diamondpanes of glass, which she did, and then waiting till the nextmorning felt sure she would be able to find out what Willie wasalways so busy about, and also that she could get in and out ofthe window unobserved by anyone, as it was quite screenedfrom view by a thick shrubbery seldom entered by anyone.Up betimes next day she told her lady’s-maid she was going toenjoy the fresh air in the garden before breakfast, and thenhurried off to her place of observation, and scrambled throughthe window regardless of dirt and dust, took off her boots assoon as she alighted in the disused passage, and silently crept upto the glass door, but to her chagrin found the panes so dirty asto be impervious to sight; however, she was so far lucky as tofind a fine large keyhole quite clear, and two or three cracks inthe woodwork, so that she could see nearly every part of theplace, which was full of light from a skylight overhead. Mr.William was not there, but soon made his appearance, bringing agreat basket of plate, which had been used the previous day, andfor a few minutes was really busy looking in his pantry book,and counting spoons, forks, &c., but was soon finished, andbegan to look at a little book, which he took from a drawer.Just then, Lucy, one of the prettiest housemaids, a dark beauty ofabout eighteen, entered the room without ceremony, saying,”Here’s some of your plate off the sideboard. Where’s your eyes,Mr. William, not to gather up all as you ought to do?”William’s eyes seemed to beam with delight as he caught her round thewaist, and gave her a luscious kiss on her cheek, saying: “Why, Ikeep them for you, dear, I knew you would bring the plate”;then showing the book, “What do you think of that position,dear? How would you like it so?” Although pleased, the girlblushed up to the roots of her hair as she looked at the picture.The book dropped to the floor, and William pulled her on to hisknee, and tried to put his hand up her clothes.”Ah! No! No!” she cried, in a low voice; “you know I can’t to-day, butperhaps I can tomorrow; you must be good to-day, sir. Don’t stick up yourimpudent head like that. There – there – there’s a squeeze foryou; now I must be off,” she said, putting her hand down intohis lap, where it could not be seen what she was after. In asecond or two she jumped up, and in spite of his efforts to detainher, escaped from the pantry.William, evidently in a great state of excitement, subsided on to a sofa,muttering, “The little witch, what a devil she is; I can’t help myself,but she will be all right to-morrow.”Alice, who was intently observing everything,was shocked and surprised to see his trousers all unbuttoned infront, and a great long fleshy-looking thing sticking out,seemingly hard and stiff, with a ruby- coloured head. Mr,William took hold of it with one hand, apparently for thepurpose of placing it in his breeches, but he seemed to hesitate,and closing his right hand upon the shaft, rubbed it up anddown. “Ah! What a fool I am to let her excite me so. Oh! Oh! Ican’t help it; I must.” He seemed to sigh as his hand increased itsrapid motion. His face flushed, and his eyes seemed ready tostart from his head, and in a few moments something spurtedfrom his instrument, the drops falling over his hands and legs,some even a yard or two over the floor.This seemed to finish his ecstasy. He sank back quite listless for afew minutes, and then rousing himself, wiped his hands on a towel, cleared upevery drop of the mess, and left the pantry. Alice was all over ina burning heat from what she had seen but instinctively felt thatthe mystery was only half unravelled, and promised herself to bethere and see what William and Lucy would do next day.Mr. William took her for a walk as usual, and read to her, whilst shesat on his knee, and Alice wondered what could have become ofthat great stiff thing which she had seen in the morning. Withthe utmost apparent innocence, her hands touched him casually,where she hoped to feel the monster, but only resulted in feelinga rather soft kind of bunch in his pocket.Another morning arrived to find Alice at her post behind thedisused glass door, and she soon saw Mr. William bring in hisplate, but he put it aside, and seemed all impatient for Lucy’sarrival. “Ah!” he murmurs. “I’m as stiff as a rolling pin at thevery thought of the saucy darling,” but his ideas were cut shortby the appearance of Lucy herself, who carefully bolted thedoor inside.Then rushing into his arms, she covered him withkisses, exclaiming, in a low voice, “Ah! How I have longed forhim these three or four days. What a shame women should bestopped in that way from enjoying themselves once a month.How is he this morning?” as her hands nervously unbuttonedMr. William’s trousers, and grasped his ready truncheon.”What a hurry you are in, Lucy!” gasped her lover, as she almoststifled him with her kisses. “Don’t spoil it all by yourimpatience; I must have my kiss first.”With a gentle effort he reclined her backwards on a sofa, andraised her clothes till Alice had a full view of a splendid pair ofplump, white legs; but what rivetted her gaze most was theluscious looking, pouting lips of Lucy’s cunny, quite vermilionin colour, and slightly gaping open, in a most inviting manner,as her legs were wide apart; her Mons Veneris being coveredwith a profusion of beautiful curly black hair.The butler was down on his knees in a moment, and glued hislips to her crack, sucking and kissing furiously, to the infinitedelight of the girl, who sighed and wriggled with pleasure; till atlast Mr. William could no longer restrain himself, but getting upupon his knees between Lucy’s legs, he brought his shaft to thecharge, and to Alice’s astonishment, fairly ran it right into thegaping crack, till it was all lost in her belly; they laid still for afew moments, enjoying the conjunction of their persons tillLucy heaved up her bottom, and the butler responded to it by ashove, then they commenced a most exciting struggle.Alice could see the manly shaft as it worked in and out of her sheath,glistening with lubricity, whilst the lips of her cunny seemed tocling to it each time of withdrawal, as if afraid of losing such adelightful sugar stick; but this did not last long, their movementsgot more and more furious, till at last both seemed to meet in aspasmodic embrace, as they almost fainted in eachother’s arms, and Alice could see a profusion of creamymoisture oozing from the crack of Lucy, as they both lay in akind of lethargy of enjoyment after their battle of love.Mr. William was the first to break the silence: “Lucy, will youlook in to-morrow, dear; you know that old spy, Mary, will beback from her holiday in a day or two, and then we shan’t oftenhave a chance.”LUCY, – “Ah; you rogue, I mean to have a little more now, Idon’t care if we’re caught; I must have it,” she said, squeezinghim with her arms and gluing her lips to his, as she threw herbeautiful legs right over his buttocks, and commenced theengagement once more by rapidly heaving her bottom; in fact,although he was a fine man, the weight of his body seemed asnothing in her amorous excitement.The butler’s excuses and pleading of fear, in case he was missed,&c., were all of no avail; she fairly drove him on, and he wassoon as furiously excited as herself, and with a profusion ofsighs, expressions of pleasure, endearment, &c., they soon diedaway again into a state of short voluptuous oblivion. However,Mr. William was too nervous and afraid to let her lay long; hewithdrew his instrument from her foaming cunny, just as it wasall slimy and glistening with the mingled juices of their love; butwhat a contrast to its former state, as Alice now beheld it muchreduced in size, and already drooping its fiery head.Lucy jumped up and let down her clothes, but kneeling on thefloor before her lover, she took hold of his limp affair, and gaveit a most luscious sucking, to the great delight of Mr. William,whose face flushed again with pleasure, and as soon as Lucy haddone with her sucking kiss, Alice saw that his instrument wasagain stiff and ready for a renewal of their joys.LUCY, laughing in a low tone. – “There, my boy, I’ll leave youlike that; think of me till tomorrow; I couldn’t help giving thedarling a good suck after the exquisite pleasure he had affordedme, it’s like being in heaven for a little while.”With a last kiss on the lips as they parted, and Mr. Williamagain locked his door, whilst Alice made good her retreat toprepare herself for breakfast.It was a fine warm morning in May, and soon after breakfastAlice, with William for her guardian, set off for a ramble in thepark, her blood was in a boil, and she longed to experience thejoys she was sure Lucy had been surfeited with; they sauntereddown to the lake, and she asked William to give her a row in theboat; he unlocked the boat-house, and handed her into a nice,broad, comfortable skiff, well furnished with soft seats andcushions.”How nice to be here, in the shade,” said Alice; “come into theboat, Willie, we will sit in it a little while, and you shall read tome before we have a row.””Just as you please, Miss Alice,” he replied, with unwonteddeference, stepping into the boat, and sitting down in the sternsheets.”Ah my head aches a little, let me recline it in your lap,” saidAlice, throwing off her hat, and stretching herself along on acushion. “Why are you so precise this morning, Willie? Youknow I don’t like to be called Miss, you can keep that for Lucy.”Then noticing his confusion, “You may blush, sir, I could makeyou sink into your shoes if you only knew all I have seenbetween you and Miss Lucy.”Alice reclined her head in a languid manner on his lap, lookingup and enjoying the confusion she had thrown him into; thendesignedly resting one hand on the lump which he seemed tohave in his pocket, as if to support herself a little, she continued:”Do you think, Willie, I shall ever have as fine legs as Lucy?Don’t you think I ought soon to have long dresses, sir! I’mgetting quite bashful about showing my calves so much.”The butler had hard work to recover his composure, the vividrecollection of the luscious episode with Lucy before breakfastwas so fresh in his mind that Alice’s allusions to her, and thesoft girlish hand resting on his privates (even although hethought her as innocent as a lamb) raised an utter of desire in hisfeverish blood, which he tried to allay as much as possible, butlittle by little the unruly member began to swell, till he was sureshe must feel it throb under her hand. With an effort he slightlyshifted himself, so as to remove her hand lower down on to thethigh, as he answered as gravely as possible (feeling assuredAlice could know nothing): “You’re making game of me thismorning. Don’t you wish me to read, Alice?”ALICE, excitedly, with an unusual flush on her face. – “Younaughty man, you shall tell me what I want to know this time:How do babies come? What is the parsley bed, the nurses anddoctors say they come out of? Is it not a curly lot of hair at thebottom of the woman’s belly? I know that’s what Lucy’s got, andI’ve seen you kiss it, sir!”William felt ready to drop; the perspiration stood on his brow ingreat drops, but his lips refused to speak, and Alice continued ina soft whisper: “I saw it all this morning, Willie dear, and whatjoy that great red-head thing of yours seemed to give her. Youmust let me into the secret, and I will never tell. This is themonster you shoved into her so furiously. I must look at it andfeel it; how hard it has got under my touch. La! What a funnything! I can get it out as Lucy did,” pulling open his trousers andletting out the rampant engine of love.She kissed its red velvety head, saying: “What a sweet, soft thing to touch.Oh! I must caress it a little.” Her touches were like fire to his senses;speechless with rapture and surprise, he silently submitted tothe freak of the wilful girl, but his novel position was soexciting, he could not restrain himself, but the sperm boiled upfrom his penis all over her hands and face.”Ah!” she exclaimed. “That’s just what I saw it do yesterdaymorning. Does it do that inside of Lucy?”Here William recovered himself a little, and wiping her face andhands with his handkerchief, put away the rude plaything,saying, “Oh! My God! I’m lost! What have you done, Alice? It’sawful! Never mention it again. I mustn’t walk out with you anymore.”Alice burst into sobs.”Oh! Oh! Willie! How unkind! Do you think I will tell? Only Imust share the pleasure with Lucy. Oh! Kiss me as you did her,and we won’t say any more about it today.”William loved the little girl too well to refuse such a delightfultask, but he contented himself with a very short suck at hervirgin cunny, lest his erotic passion should urge him to outrageher at once.”How nice to feel your lovely tongue there. How beautifully ittickled and warmed me all over; but you were so quick, and leftoff just as it seemed nicer than ever, dear Willie,” said Alice,embracing and kissing him with ardour.”Gently, darling; you mustn’t be so impulsive; it’s a verydangerous game for one so young. You must be careful how youlook at me, or notice me, before others,” said Mr. William,returning her kisses, and feeling himself already quite unable towithstand the temptation of such a delicious liaison.”Ah!” said Alice, with extraordinary perception for one soyoung. “You fear Lucy. Our best plan is to take her into ourconfidence. I will get rid of my lady’s-maid, I never did like her,and will ask mama to give Lucy the place. Won’t that be fine,dear? We shall be quite safe in all our little games then.”The butler, now more collected in his ideas, and with a coolerbrain, could not but admire the wisdom of this arrangement, sohe assented to the plan, and he took the boat for a row to cooltheir heated blood, and quiet the impulsive throbbings of a pairof fluttering hearts.The next two or three days were wet and unfavourable foroutdoor excursions, and Alice took advantage of this interval toinduce her mother to change her lady’s-maid, and install Lucy inthe situation.Alice’s attendant slept in a little chamber, which had two doors,one opening into the corridor, whilst the other allowed free anddirect access to her little mistress’s apartment, which it adjoined.The very first night Lucy retired to rest in her new room,?shehad scarcely been half-an-hour in bed (where she lay, reflectingon the change, and wondering how she would now be able toenjoy the butler’s company occasionally), before Alice calledout for her. In a moment she was at the young lady’s bedside,saying: “What can I do, Miss Alice, are you not warm enough?These damp nights are so chilly.””Yes, Lucy,” said Alice, “that must be what it is. I feel cold andrestless. Would you mind getting in bed with me? You will soonmake me warm.”Lucy jumped in, and Alice nestled close up to her bosom, as iffor warmth, but in reality to feel the outlines of her beautifulfigure.”Kiss me, Lucy,” she said; “I know I shall like you so muchbetter than Mary. I couldn’t bear her.” This was lovinglyresponded to, and Alice continued, as she pressed her hand onthe bosom of her bedfellow, “What large titties you have, Lucy.Let me feel them. Open your nightdress, so I can lay my faceagainst them.”The new femme de chambre was naturally of a warm and lovingdisposition; she admitted all the familiarities of her youngmistress, whose hands began to wander in a most searchingmanner about her person, feeling the soft, firm skin of herbosom, belly, and bottom; the touches of Alice seemed to firethe blood, and rouse every voluptuous emotion within her; shesighed and kissed her little mistress again and again.ALICE. – “What a fine rump! How hard and plump your fleshis, Lucy! Oh, my! what’s all this hair at the bottom of yourbelly? My dear, when did it come?”LUCY. – “Oh! pray don’t, Miss, it’s so rude; you will be thesame in two or three years’ time; it frightened me when it firstbegan to grow, it seemed so unnatural.”ALICE. – “We’re only girls, there is no harm in touching eachother, is there; just feel how different I am.”LUCY. – “Oh! Miss Alice,” pressing the young girl’s nakedbelly to her own, “you don’t know how you make me feel whenyou touch me there.”ALICE (with a slight laugh). – “Does it make you feel betterwhen Mr. William, the butler, touches you, dear?” tickling thehairy crack with her finger.LUCY. – “For shame, Miss! I hope you don’t think I would lethim touch me”; evidently in some confusion.ALICE. – “Don’t be frightened, Lucy, I won’t tell, but I haveseen it all through the old glass door in his pantry. Ah! you see Iknow the secret, and must be let in to share the fun.”LUCY. – “Oh! My God! Miss Alice, what have you seen? Ishall have to leave the house at once.”ALICE. – “Come, come, don’t be frightened, you know I’m fondof Mr. William, and would never do him any harm, but you can’thave him all to yourself; I got you for my maid to prevent yourjealous suspicions and keep our secret between us.”Lucy was in a frightful state of agitation. “What! has he beensuch a brute as to ruin you, Miss Alice! I’ll murder him if hehas,” she cried.ALICE. – “Softly, Lucy, not so loud, someone will hear you;he’s done nothing yet, but I saw your pleasure when he put thatthing into your crack, and am determined to share your joys, sodon’t be jealous, and we can all three be happy together.”LUCY. – “It would kill you dear; that big thing of his wouldsplit you right up.”ALICE. – “Never mind,” kissing her lovingly, “you keep thesecret and I’m not afraid of being seriously hurt.”Lucy sealed the compact with a kiss, and they spent a mostloving night together, indulging in every variety of kissing andtickling, and Alice had learnt from her bedfellow nearly all themysterious particulars in connection with the battles of Venusbefore they fell asleep in each other’s arms.Fine weather soon returned, and Alice, escorted by the butler,went for one of her usual rambles, and they soon penetrated intoa thick copse at the further end of the park, and sat down in alittle grassy spot, where they were secure from observation.William had thoughtfully brought with him an umbrella, as wellas a great coat and cloak, which he spread upon the grass forfear Miss Alice might take cold.”Ah! you dear old fellow,” said Alice, seating herself, and,taking his hand, pulled him down beside her. “I understandeverything now, and you are to make me happy by making awoman of me, as you did Lucy; you must do it, Willie, dear, Ishall soon make you so you can’t help yourself.”Unbuttoning his trousers and handling his already stiff pego,”What a lovely dear it is; how I long to feel its juice spouting intomy bowels; I know it’s painful, but it won’t kill me, and then,ah! the heavenly bliss I know you will make me feel, as you do Lucy when youhave her; how will you do it? will you lay over me?”William, unable to resist her caresses and already almost atspending point, makes her kneel over his face, as he lay on hisback, so that he may first lubricate her maiden cunny with histongue. This operation titillates and excites the little girl, so thatshe amorously presses herself on his mouth as she faces towardshis cock, which she never leaves hold of all the while; he spendsin ecstasy, whilst she also feels the pleasure of a first virginemission.”Now’s the time, Alice, dear, my affair is so well greased, andyour pussey is also ready; if I get over you I might be tooviolent and injure you; the best way is for you to try anddo it yourself by straddling over me, and directing its bead toyour cunny, and then keep pressing down upon it, as well as thefirst painful sensations will allow; it will all depend on your owncourage for the success of the experiment,” said William,ALICE. – “Ah! you shall see my determination,” as she began toact upon his suggestion, and fitting the bead of big pego into herslit, soon pressed down so as to take in and quite cover the firstinch of it.Here the pain of stretching and distension seemed almost?toomuch for her, but she gave a sudden downward plunge of herbody, which, although she almost fainted with the dreadful pain,got in at least three inches.”What a plucky girl you are, my dear Alice,” said William, indelight. “As soon as you can bear it, raise yourself up a little,and come down with all your force. It is so well planted, thenext good thrust will complete my possession of your lovelycharms.””I don’t care if I die in the effort,” she whispered, softly. “Nevermind how it hurts me, help all you can, Willie dear, this time,”as she raised herself off him again, and he took hold of herbuttocks, to lend his assistance to the grave girl.Clenching her teeth firmly, and shutting her eyes, she gaveanother desperate plunge upon William’s spear of love, thehymen was broken, and she was fairly impaled to the roots ofhis affair. But it cost her dear, she fell forward in a dead faint,whilst the trickling blood proved the sanguinary nature of Love’svictory.The butler withdrew himself, all smeared with her virgin blood,but he had come prepared for such an emergency, and at onceset about using restoratives to bring her round, and presentlysucceeded in his efforts; her eyes opened with a smile, andwhispering softly, Alice said: -“Ah! that last thrust was awful, but it’s over now. Why did youtake him away? Oh! put it back at once, dear, and let me havethe soothing injection Lucy said would soon heal all my bruisedparts.”He glued his lips to hers, and gently applied the head of?his pegoto her blood-stained crack, gradually inserted it till it was three-fourths in; then, without pressing further, he commenced tomove slowly and carefully. The lubricity soon increased, and hecould feel the tight loving contractions of her vagina, whichspeedily brought him to a crisis once more, and with a suddenthrust, he plunged up to the hilt, and shot his very essence intoher bowels, as he almost fainted with the excess of his emotions.They laid motionless, enjoying each other’s mutual pressures,till Mr. William withdrew, and taking a fine cambrichandkerchief, wiped the virgin blood first from the lips of hercunny, then off his own weapon, declaring, as he put the red-stained mouchoir in his pocket, that he would keep it for ever, inremembrance of the charms she had so lovingly surrendered tohim.The butler prudently refrained from the further indulgence involuptuous pleasure for the day, and, after a good rest, Alicereturned to the house, feeling very little the worse for hersacrifice, and very happy in having secured part of the love ofdear and faithful William.How suddenly unforeseen accidents prevent the realization ofthe best plans for happiness. The very same day, her father wasordered by his medical adviser to the South of Europe, andstarted next morning for town, to make the necessaryarrangements, taking the butler with him, leaving Alice’s mamato follow as soon as the two c***dren were suitably located atschool.Lucy and her young mistress consoled each other as well aspossible under the circumstances. But in a few days, an aunttook charge of the house, and Alice was sent to this school, andis now in your arms, dear Beatrice; whilst my brother is now atcollege, and we only meet during the holidays. Will you, dear,ask your guardians to allow you to spend the next vacation withme, and I will introduce you to Frederick, who, if I make nomistake, is quite as voluptuously inclined as his sister.PART II.I will pass over the exciting practices myself and bedfellow usedto indulge in almost every night, and merely remark that twomore finished young tribades it would have been impossible tohave found anywhere.I had to wait till the Christmas vacation before I could beintroduced to Frederick, who, between ourselves, we had al-ready devoted to the task of taking my virginity, which we didnot think would prove a very difficult operation, as with somuch finger frigging, and also the use of Alice’s leather sausage,which, as I learnt, she had improvised for her own gratification,my mount and cunny were wonderfully developed, and alreadyslight signs of the future growth of curly brown hair could bedetected.I was nearly thirteen, as one fine crisp morning inDecember we drove up to the Hall on our return from school.There stood the aunt to welcome us, but my eyes were fixedupon the youthful, yet manly figure of Frederick, who stood byher side, almost a counterpart of his sister, in features andcomplexion, but really a very fine young fellow, betweens*******n and eighteen.Since hearing the story of Alice’s intrigue with William, Ialways looked at every man and boy to see what sort of a bunchthey had got in their pockets, and was delighted to perceive Mr.Frederick was apparently well furnished.Alice introduced me to her relatives, but Frederick evidentlylooked upon me as a little girl, and not at all yet up to theserious business of love and flirtation, so our first privateconsultation, between Alice and myself, was how best to openhis eyes, and draw him to take a little more notice of his sister’sfriend.Lucy, who I now saw for the first time, slept in the little roomadjoining Alice’s chamber, which I shared with her youngmistress. Frederick had a room on the other side of ours, so thatwe were next door neighbours, and could rap and give signals toeach other on the wall, as well as to try to look through thekeyhole of a disused door, which opened direct from one roomto the other, but had long since been locked and bolted toprevent any communication between the occupants.A little observation soon convinced us that Lucy was upon mostintimate terms with her young master, which Alice determinedto turn to account in our favour.She quickly convinced her femme de chambre that she could notenjoy and monopolize the whole of her brother, and finding thatLucy expected he would visit her room that very night, sheinsisted upon ringing the changes, by taking Lucy to sleep withherself, and putting me in the place of Monsieur Frederick’sladylove.I was only too willing to be a party of this arrangement, and atten P.M., when we all retired to rest, I took the place of thefemme de chambre, and pretended to be fast asleep in her snuglittle bed. The lock of the door had been oiled by Lucy, so as toopen quite noiselessly, but the room was purposely left in utterdarkness, and secured even from the intrusion of a dim starlightby well-closed window curtains.About eleven o’clock, as nearly as I could guess, the doorsilently opened, and by the light of the corridor lamp, I saw afigure, in nothing but a shirt, cautiously glide in, and approachthe bed. The door closed, and all was dark, putting my heart in adreadful Gutter, at the approach of the long wished for, butdreaded ravisher of my virginity.”Lucy! Lucy!! Lucy!!!” he whispered, in a low voice, almostin my ear. No response, only the apparent deep breathing of aperson in sound sleep.”She hasn’t thought much about me, but, I guess, somethingbetween her legs will soon wake her up,” I heard him mutter;then the bedclothes were pulled open, and he slid into bed bymy side. My hair was all loose, the same as Lucy’s generallywas at night, and I felt a warm kiss on my cheek, also an armstealing round my waist and clutching my nightdress as if to pullit up. Of course I was the fox asleep, but could not help being allatremble at the approach of my fate.”How you shake, Lucy; what’s the matter? Hullo! who’s this; itcan’t be you?” he said rapidly, as with a sigh and a murmur,”Oh! oh! Alice.” I turned round just as he pulled up my chemise,clasping my arm firmly round him, but still apparently lost insleep.”My God!” I heard him say, “It’s that little devil of aBeatrice in Lucy’s bed; I won’t go, I’ll have a lark, she can’tknow me in the dark.”His hands seemed to explore every part of my body; I could feelhis rampant cock pressed between our naked bellies, butalthough in a burning heat of excitement, I determined to let himdo just as he liked, and pretend still to be asleep; his fingersexplored my crack, and rubbed the little clitoris; first his leg gotbetween mine, and then presently I could feel him gentlyplacing the head of his instrument in the crack, and I was soexcited that a sudden emission wetted it and his fingers all overwith a creamy spend.”The little devil’s spending in her sleep; these girls must be inthe habit of frigging each other, I believe,” he said to himself again.Then his lips met mine for the first time, and he was quite free fromfear on that account as his face was as beardless as a girl’s.”Ah! Alice!” I murmured, “give me your sausage thing, that’s it,dear, shove it in,” as I pushed myself forward on his slowlyprogressing cock; he met me with a sudden thrust, making mealmost scream with pain, yet my arms nervously clung round hisbody, and kept him close to the mark.”Gently,” he whispered, “Beatrice, dear, I’m Frederick, I won’thurt you much; how in heaven’s name did you come in Lucy’sbed?”Pretending now to awaken for the first time with a little scream,and trying to push his body away from me, I ex- claimed, “Oh!Oh! How you hurt! Oh! for shame, don’t. Oh! let me go, Mr.Frederick, how can you?” And then my efforts seemedexhausted, and I lay almost at his mercy as he ruthlessly pushedhis advantage, and tried to stop my mouth with kisses. I waslost.Although very painful, thanks to our frequent fingerings,&c., the way had been so cleared that he was soon in completepossession, although as I afterwards found by the stains on mychemise it was not quite a bloodless victory.Taking every possible advantage, he continued his motions withthrilling energy, till I could not help responding to his deliciousthrusts, moving my bottom a little to meet each returninginsertion of his exciting weapon (we were lying on our sides),and in a few moments we both swam in a mutual flood of bliss,and after a spasmodic storm of sighs, kisses, and tender huggingpressure of each other’s body, we lay in a listless state ofenjoyment, when suddenly the bedclothes were thrown, orpulled, then slap – slap – slap, came smarting smacks on ourbottoms, and Alice’s light, merry laugh sounded through thedarkness, “Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Mr. Frederick, is this what youlearnt at college, sir? Here, Lucy, help; we must secure andpunish the wretch; bring a light.”Lucy appeared with a candle and locked the door inside at once,before he could have a chance of escaping, and I could see shewas quite delighted at the spectacle presented by our bodies inconjunction, for as I had been previously instructed, I clung tohim in apparent fright, and tried to hide my blushing face in hisbosom.Frederick was in the utmost confusion, and at first was afraid hissister would expose him, but he was a little reassured as shewent on, “What shall I do? I can’t tell an old maid like aunt; onlyto think that my dear little Beatrice should be outraged under myvery eyes, the second night of her visit. If papa and mama wereat home, they would know what to do; now I must decide formyself.Now, Frederick, will you submit to a good whipping forthis, or shall I write to your father, and send Beatrice homedisgraced in the morning, and you will have to promise to marryher, sir? Now you’ve spoilt her for anyone else; who do youthink would take a cruche cassä»” if they knew it, or notrepudiate her when it was found out, as it must be the first nightof her marriage. No, you bad boy, I’m determined both to punishyou and make you offer her all the reparation in your power.”I began to cry, and begged her not to be too hard, as he had nothurt me much, and in fact had, at the finish, quite delighted myravished senses.”Upon my word,” said Alice, assuming the airs of a woman,”the girl is as bad as the boy; this could not have happened,Beatrice, if you had not been too complaisant, and given way tohis rudeness.”Frederick, disengaging himself from my embrace, and quiteunmindful of his condition, started up, and clasping his sisterround her neck, kissed her most lovingly, and the impudentfellow even raised her nightdress and stroked her belly, exclaiming,as he passed his hand over her mossy mount, “What apity, Alice, you are my sister or I would give you the samepleasure as I have Beatrice, but I will submit to yourchastisement, however hard it may be, and promise also that mylittle love here shall be my future wife.”ALICE. – “You scandalous fellow, to insult my modesty so, andexpose your blood-stained manhood to my sight, but I willpunish you, and avenge both myself and Beatrice; you are myprisoner, so just march into the other room, I’ve got a ticklerthere that I brought home from school, as a curiosity, littlethinking I should so soon have a use for it.”Arrived in Alice’s own room, she and Lucy first tied his hands tothe bedpost, then they secured his ankles to the handle of aheavy box, which stood handy, so as to have him tolerably wellstretched out.ALICE, getting her rod out of a drawer. – “Now, pin up his shirtto his shoulders, and I will see if I can’t at least draw a few dropsof his impudent blood out of his posteriors, which Beatrice maywipe off with her handkerchief as a memento of the outrage shehas so easily forgiven.”The hall was a large house, and our apartments were the onlyones occupied in that corridor, the rooms abutting on whichwere all in reserve for visitors expected to arrive in a few days,to spend Christmas with us, so that there was not much fear ofbeing heard by any of the other inmates of the house, and Alicewas under no necessity of thinking what might be the result ofher blows. With a flourish she brought down the bunch of twigswith a thundering whack on his plump, white bottom; the effectwas startling to the culprit, who was evidently only anticipatingsome playful fun. “Ah! My God! Alice, you’ll cut the skin; mindwhat you’re about; I didn’t bargain for that.”ALICE (with a smile of satisfaction). – “Ho! Ho! did you think Iwas going to play with you? But, you’ve soon found yourmistake, sir! Will you? Will you, again take such outrageousliberties with a young lady friend of mine?”She cut him quite half-a-dozen times in rapid succession, as shethus lectured him, each blow leaving long red lines, to mark itsvisitation, and suffusing his fair bottom all over with a peach-like bloom. The victim, finding himself quite helpless, bit hislips and ground his teeth in fruitless rage. At last he burst forth:”Ah! Ah! You she-devil! Do you mean to skin my bum? Becareful, or I will take a rare revenge some day before long.”ALICE, with great calmness and determination, but with a mostexcited twinkle in her eyes. – “Oh! You show temper, do you?So you mean to be revenged on me for doing a simple act ofjustice, sir? I will keep you there, and cut away at your impudentbottom, till you fairly beg my pardon, and promise to forgo allsuch wicked revengefulness.”The victim writhed in agony and rage, but her blows onlyincreased in force, beginning to raise great fiery-looking wealsall over his buttocks. “Ah! Ha!” she continued, “How do youlike it, Fred? Shall I put a little more steam in my blows?”Frederick struggles desperately to get loose, but they havesecured him too well for that! The tears of shame andmortification stand in his eyes, but he is still obstinate, and Icould also observe a very perceptible rising in his manlyinstrument, which soon stood out from his belly in a rampantstate of erection.ALICE, with assumed fury. – “Look at the fellow, how he isinsulting me, by the exhibition of his lustful weapon. I wish Icould cut it off with a blow of the rod,” giving him a fearful cutacross his belly and on the penis.Frederick fairly howled with sivas escort pain, and big tears rolled down hischeeks, as he gasped out: “Oh! Oh! Ah! Have mercy, Alice. Iknow I deserve it. Oh! Pity me now, dear!”ALICE, without relaxing her blows. – “Oh! You are beginningto feel properly, are you? Are you sincerely penitent? Beg mypardon at once, sir, for the way you insulted me in the otherroom.”FREDERICK. – “Oh! Dear Alice! Stop! Stop! You don’t let meget any breath. I will! I will beg your pardon. Oh! I can’t helpmy affair sticking up as it does.”ALICE. – “Down sir! Down sir! Your master is ashamed ofyou,” as she playfully whisks his pego with her rod.Frederick is in agony; his writhing and contortions seemedexcruciating in the extreme, he fairly groaned out: “Oh! Oh!Alice, let me down. On my word, I will do anything you order.Oh! Oh! Ah! You make me do it,” as he shuts his eyes, and wesaw quite a jet of sperm shoot from his virile member.Alice dropped her rod, and we let down the culprit who wasterribly crestfallen.”Now, sir,” she said, “down on your knees, and kiss the rod.”Without a word, he dropped down, and kissed the worn-outstump, saying: “Oh! Alice; the last few moments have been soheavenly. It has blotted out all sense of pain. My dear sister, Ithank you for punishing me, and will keep my promise toBeatrice.”I wiped the drops of blood from his slightly-bleeding rump, andthen we gave him a couple of glasses of wine, and allowed himto sleep with Lucy, in her room, for the rest of the night, wherethey had a most luscious time of it, whilst Alice and myselfindulged in our favourite touches.You may be sure Frederick was not long before he renewed hispleasures with me, whilst his sister took pleasure in ourhappiness; but she seemed to have contracted a penchant for theuse of the rod, and, once or twice a week, would have us all inher room, for a birch seance, as she called it, when Lucy ormyself had to submit to be victims; but the heating of ourbottoms only seemed to add to our enjoyment when we wereafterwards allowed to soothe our raging passions in the arms ofour mutual lover.Christmas came, and with it arrived several visitors, all youngladies and gentlemen of about our own ages, to spend the festiveseason with us; our entire party consisted of five gentlemen andseven ladies, leaving out the aunt, who was too old to enter intoyouthful fun and contented herself with being a faithfulhousekeeper, and keeping good house, so that after supper everyevening we could do almost as we liked; myself and Alice soonconverted our five young lady friends into tribades likeourselves, ready for anything, whilst Frederick prepared hisyoung male friends.New Year’s Day was his eighteenth birthday, and we determined tohold a regular orgy that night in our corridor, with Lucy’s help.Plenty of refreshments were laid in stock, ices, sandwiches, and champagne;the aunt strictly ordered us all to retire at one A.M. at latest, so we kept hercommands, after spending a delicious evening in dancing andgames, which only served to flush us with excitement for whatall instinctively felt would be a most voluptuous entertainmentupstairs.The aunt was a heavy sleeper, and rather deaf, besides whichFrederick, under the excuse of making them drink his health,plied the servants first with beer, then with wine, and afterwardswith just a glass of brandy for a nightcap; so that we wereassured they would also be sound enough, in fact two or threenever got to bed at all.Frederick was master of the ceremonies, with Alice as a mostuseful assistant. As I said before, all were flushed withexcitement and ready for anything; they were all of the mostaristocratic families, and our blue blood seemed fairly to coursethrough our veins.When all had assembled in Alice’s apartmentthey found her attired in a simple, long chemise de nuit. “Ladiesand gentlemen,” she said, “I believe we are all agreed for an outand out romp; you see my costume, how do you like it?” and amost wicked smile, “I hope it does not display the contour of myfigure too much,” drawing it tightly about her so as to show theoutline of her beautiful buttocks, and also displaying a pair ofravishing legs in pink silk stockings.”Bravo! Bravo! Bravo Alice! we will follow your example,”burst from all sides. Each one skipped back to his or her roomand reappeared in mufti; but the tails of the young gentlemen’sshirts caused a deal of laughter, by being too short.Alice.- “Well, I’m sure, gentlemen, I did not think yourundergarments were so indecently short.”Frederick, with a laugh, caught hold of his sister’s chemise, andtore a great?piece off all around, so that she was in quite a shortsmock, which only half-covered her fair bottom.Alice was crimson with blushes, and half inclined to be angry,but recovering herself, she laughed, “Ah! Fred, what a shame toserve me so, but I don’t mind if you make us all alike.”The girls screamed, and the gentlemen made a rush; it was amost exciting scene; the young ladies retaliated by tearing theshirts of their tormentors, and this first skirmish only endedwhen the whole company were reduced to a complete state ofnudity; all were in blushes as they gazed upon the variety ofmale and female charms exposed to view.Frederick, advancing with a bumper of champagne. – “We’ve allheard of Nuda Veritas, now let’s drink to her health; the firsttime we are in her company, I’m sure she will be most charmingand agreeable.”All joined in this toast, the wine inflamed our desires, there wasnot a male organ present but what was in a glorious state oferection.Alice. – “Look, ladies, what a lot of impudent fellows, they neednot think we?are going to surrender anyhow to their youthfullust; they shall be all blindfolded, and then we will armourselves with good birch rods, then let it be everyone forthemselves and Cupid’s dart for us all.””Hear, hear,” responded on all sides, and handkerchiefs weresoon tied over their eyes, and seven good birch rods handedround to the ladies. “Now, gentlemen, catch who you can,”laughed Alice, slashing right and left into the manly group, herexample being followed by the other girls; the room was quitelarge enough and a fine romp ensued, the girls were as lithe andactive as young fawns, and for a long time sorely tried thepatience of their male friends, who tumbled about in alldirections, only to get an extra dose of birch on their plumpposteriors before they could regain their feet.At last the Honble. Miss Vavasour stumbled over a prostrategentleman, who happened to be the young Marquis ofBucktown, who grasped her firmly round the waist, and clung tohis prize, as a shower of cuts greeted the writhing pair.”Hold, hold,” cried Alice, “she’s fairly caught and must submitto be offered as a victim on the Altar of Love.”Lucy quickly wheeled a small soft couch into the centre of theroom. The gentlemen pulled off their bandages, and alllaughingly assisted to place the pair in position; the ladyunderneath with a pillow under her buttocks, and the youngmarquis, on his knees, fairly planted between her thighs. Bothwere novices, but a more beautiful couple it would beimpossible to conceive; he was a fine young fellow ofs*******n, with dark hair and eyes, whilst her brunette style ofcomplexion was almost a counterpart of his; their eyes weresimilar also, and his instrument, as well as her cunny, werefinely ornamented with soft curly black hair; with the skindrawn back, the firey purple head of his cock looked like a largeruby, as, by Frederick’s suggestion, he presented it to herluscious-looking vermilion gap, the lips of which were justslightly open as she lay with her legs apart. The touch seemed toelectrify her, the blushing face turned to a still deeper crimson asthe dart of love slowly entered the outwarks of her virginity.Fred continued to act as mentor, by whispering in the younggallant’s ear, who also was covered with blushes, but feeling hissteed fairly in contact with the throbbing matrix of the lovelygirl beneath him, he at once plunged forward to the attack,pushing, shoving, and clasping her round the body with all hisstrength, whilst he tried to stifle her cries of pain by glueing hislips to hers. It was a case of Vent, Vidi, Vici. His onset was tooimpetuous to be withstood, and she lay in such a passivefavourable position that the network of her hymen was broken atthe first charge, and he was soon in full possession up to theroots of his hair.He rested a moment, she opened her eyes, andwith a faint smile said, “Ah! It was indeed sharp, but I canalready begin to feel the pleasures of love. Go on now, dear boy,our example will soon fire the others to imitate us,” heaving upher bottom as a challenge, and pressing him fondly to herbosom. They ran a delightful course, which filled us all withvoluptuous excitement, and as they died away in a mutualspend, someone put out the lights. All was laughing confusion,gentlemen trying to catch a prize, kissing and sighing.I felt myself seized by a strong arm, a hand groped for mycunny, whilst a whisper in my ear said: “How delightful! It’syou, dear little Beatrice. I can’t make a mistake, as yours is theonly hairless thing in the company. Kiss me, dear, I’m burstingto be into your tight little affair.” Lips met lips in a luscious kiss.We found ourselves close to Alice’s bed, my companion put meback on it, and taking my legs under his arms, was soon pushinghis way up my longing cunny. I nipped him as tightly aspossible; he was in ecstasies and spent almost directly, butkeeping his place, he put me, by his vigorous action, into aperfect frenzy of love. Spend seemed to follow spend, till wehad each of us done it six times, and the last time I so forgotmyself as to fairly bite his shoulder in delight.At length he withdrew, without telling his name. The room was still indarkness, and love engagements were going on all round. I hadtwo more partners after that, but only one go with each. I shallnever forget that night as long as a breath remains in my body.Next day I found out, through Fred, that Charlie Vavasour hadbeen my first partner, and that he himself believed he had hadhis sister in the melee, which she afterwards admitted to me wasa fact, although she thought he did not know it, and thetemptation to enjoy her brother was too much for her.This orgie has been the means of establishing a kind of secretsociety amongst?the circle of our friends. Anyone who gives apressure of the hand and asks: “Do you remember Fred’sbirthday?” is free to indulge in love with those who understandit and I have since been present at many repetitions of thatbirthday fun.PART III. [original 1879-1880 text]We returned to school, and I kept up a regular correspondencewith Frederick, the letters to and fro being enclosed in those ofAlice. Time crept on, but as you can imagine as well or betterthan I can relate all the kinds of salacious amusements we girlsused to indulge in, I shall skip over the next few years till Iarrived at the age of s*******n; my guardians were in a hurry topresent me at Court, and have me brought out in hopes that Imight soon marry and relieve them of their trust.[Narratively the new material fits at this point in the textand hence is provided below – editor]******LADY POKINGHAM; OR THEY ALL DO IT – An InterludeI said previously that I would skip over our remaining years atschool; yet how remiss of me! For to do so would be to neglectsome splendid erotic frolics, the writing of which has greatlyfired my blood. Indeed, in the penning of it I have often had topause through excess of emotion. Would that I had the strengthto satisfy my lust in your arms, dear Walter! But never againshall I taste the joy of coition. Memory of pleasures past must beenough for me now.Well, then, the Easter following Frederick’s birthday orgie, it sohappened the Alice’s father had to return to the country to dealwith certain legal affairs, and had summoned Alice home.She told me this news in the greatest excitement. “Just think! Iwill be able to have my dear Willie’s pego once more, for as youknow he only had me once. Ah, my dear Beatrice, we shallenjoy him together for I am sure you are quite to his taste.”She then begged me to use some of my allowance to buystockings and drawers for us both. “For we are becoming youngladies now, no longer c***dren, and we should be bashful aboutshowing our legs so much.” I was happy to do so, and we spenta happy half morning in the milliner’s, where Alice made sure tofind the most delicate and captivating items they had. She evenbought garters, somewhat to the shopkeeper’s disapproval as shedid not think such young ladies should dress so. But as is sooften the case, a little extra money shut her mouth.We travelled by train to the town of M—-., about five milesfrom the Hall. The carriage was waiting for us, Mr. Williamstanding by its side. Alice and I had set our plan as we laytogether in bed the night before. “Remember how you noticehim,” she warned me, “for we are still little girls in everyone’seyes and must act so.” She told me I should feign a head-ache sothat Mr. William would draw the curtains of the carriage, andthis I did. “And the driver will surely be Old Adam,” she toldme. “He is hard of hearing so we shall be quite safe to have alittle romp.”The thought being once more in the arms of her beloved Willieso heated her that she leapt upon me, thrusting her tongue in mymouth most deliciously. Her fingers dived into my pussey andas she licked and sucked my bubbies – now somewhat moredeveloped yet still far from grown – as she whispered “At lastyour parsley bed is beginning to grow, dear Beatrice. Ah! I mustsuck your delicious quim. Do you turn over me, darling girl, andrepay the favour.” It was not long before we both gave down ourliquor of love and, somewhat more composed, passed a peacefulnight.The rail journey the next day passed without incident; as itwould not do for two well-born young ladies to travel alone, theschool had sent a chaperone with us. “What a pity we aremonitored,” said Alice to me, sotto voce, “Do you see that manthere?” (pointing to a handsome man of about thirty years of agesitting nearby) – “He shoved up behind me when we weregetting on board and I could feel his pego, stiff as iron, pressinginto me… I rubbed against it and it was all I could do not toplace my hand upon him. Ah, how it twitched against me,there’s nothing like a stiff prick, ready and randy.”Mr. William was waiting for us when we arrived at the station.”Miss Alice, Miss Beatrice,” he greeted us, with a slight bow.Alice responded formally and for my part I complained of head-ache and faintness. The ruse worked like a charm; Mr. Williamto Old Adam to drive gently (having to repeat himself twicebefore the man understood what was wanted). Then, properlysolicitous, he ushered us into the carriage and drew the curtains.”Dear Willie, let Beatrice lay her head in your lap,” said Alice,in accordance with our little plans. William, no longer blind tothe little girl’s libidinous nature, smiled at this. As I laid myhead in his lap I could feel his pego already twitching. “Take itout, dear Beatrice,” said Alice and I, nothing loth, did so. Ah!his great red-headed monster rose up under my nimble fingers.”Take him in your mouth” instructed Alice, and you can be sureI did not hesitate to follow her advice.How his lovely cock swelled and throbbed in my mouth, andhow hot the shaft as I rubbed my fingers over it! In a flash Alicewas kneeling by my side, ready to share the delicious treat. As Isucked, she kissed and licked his balls, running a finger back totickle his arsehole. Then we swapped duties, and I kissed andfondled his testicles and even ran my tongue into his netherhole. William’s soft moans of delight grew louder as themoment of ecstasy approached.”Oh, Alice, Beatrice, yes, lick, suck, nibble – ah – ah – you makeme spend!” And with that the hot sperm erupted up the stiffshaft of his penis into Alice’s mouth. She then passed his nobleweapon to me, the sperm flying over both our faces as she didso. Greedily I swallowed the last few spurts of his emissionbefore turning to Alice and kissing her passionately. Ourtongues and lips intertwined before I broke away to lick off thesperm across her face. As I did so, Alice’s nimble fingersslipped under my skirt to caress my pussey. So heated was I thatit was mere seconds before I shuddered with a delicious spend,giving down my copious liquor of love.Our passions somewhat cooled, we sat back on the seat oppositeMr. William, his cock now pendent. “How I have missed yourlovely pego,” said Alice. “And you will let Beatrice share it too.What a fine time we will have of it, and Lucy will join ourromps also.””But we must manage it with care, my little darlings,” said Mr.William. “That nasty spy Mary is always on the watch to catchme with Lucy and she will become suspicious if we notice eachother too much.””Ah, I will manage it,” said Alice. “Did I not seduce you, mydear Willie, all unbeknown to Mama and Papa, and Mary too?”Thereupon she opened the carriage windows, explaining as shedid so her purpose to air out the odours of our passion. Our talkturned to more wholesome matters as we continued our journeyto the Hall.It was not long until we were rolling up the long drive, itsborders blooming with flowers in contrast to the snow and icethat had covered everything when we celebrated Frederick’sbirthday. Frederick was not yet home, but Alice’s parents were.I had not met them before but it was easy to see Alice’s featuresin her mother, a stately woman of thirty or thereabouts. I tookher hand in mine to shake, enjoying her bright eyes, sparkingteeth, and black hair delicately arranged as I did so. Then I tookher father’s hand, a handsome man of forty, my eyes droppingto see what kind of bunch he had in his breeches.Alice of course gave each a warmer welcoming, hugging herPapa and Mama warmly. “Why, you have grown since we sawyou last,” said her Mama.”You are indeed becoming a young lady,” agreed her father.”And I see you have taken to wearing stockings!” – his eyeslingering on legs (and bosom) a little longer than perhaps wasquite respectable.”Papa, I am no longer a c***d. I am a young lady now and it istime I dressed so,” said Alice.”Well, my dear, I am sure you know best,” her papa replied,patting her bottom for a moment, which made Alice blush alittle.We then went in and took luncheon, served by Mr. William. Tolook at his formal demeanour, who could have imagined thatjust an hour before he was revelling in a debauch with twothirteen-year old girls!After our repast, Alice declared she would spend a few hours atthe piano, an art her parents encouraged her to pursue, thinkingit a necessary skill for any well-bred young lady. She wastutored by her aunt (you will recall I mentioned her before), agreatly skilled player.”Beatrice, it is a lovely day. If mama and papa will allow it, whynot prevail upon Mr. William to take you for a row? Andperhaps pack a little refreshment for there is a lovely island onthe lake that you should explore.” Alice’s father declared this anexcellent idea – having no idea, of course, of Alice’s truepurpose which was for Willie and me to enjoy each other to thefull.Soon enough, William and I were walking to the boathouse,accompanied by Lucy, carrying some refreshments. As shehanded me into the skiff she said to me, “Enjoy your littlegames my dear, I know what that fox Alice has in mind foryou.” My blood was fired and I would have liked for Lucy tojoin us, but she could not escape her duties in the house. “Weshall have a game later,” I replied to her, sitting in the boat asWillie locked the oars into place.Willie removed his jacket and began to row. I admired thesupple strength of his body as he pulled at the oars, knowingthat those fine arms would soon be encircling me. As we werestill in sight of the house we had to keep up appearances and soI sat formally opposite him. But of course we could not beoverheard.”Ah, Willie, when we get to the island what shall we do?””What would you like to do, Miss Beatrice?””Oh, you naughty man! I want you to do me what you did toAlice when you rowed her…She was not even twelve years ofage then, but you ravished her…Yes, I know all about it, howshe drew you out, and then sat atop your wonderful pego. Ah!she was so young it could hardly fit, and as you broke throughher maiden defences she fainted. Tell me now Willie, themouchoir you took that day, do you still have it?””Indeed I do Miss Beatrice. But tell me true, you have had aman before, I think?”I blushed to admit it, but admit it I did.”And who would that be?” asked Willie.I refused to answer.”Perhaps I could guess that Miss Alice is not the onlyMarchmont to whom you have surrendered your lovelycharms?”I splashed water at him, glared, and said no more.It was not long before we reached the island. Stepping out first,Willie offered me his hand and, daintily, I stepped onto theshore.Together we wandered into the little wood, in the midst ofwhich Alice had told me there was a clearing. The clearingreached, Willie laid out a blanket and invited me to sit. Then heopened the hamper and brought out a bottle of champagne. “Ihad Lucy place this in here,” he said. “It will fire our senses togreater passions, dear Beatrice, and I do so want to enflameyou.”Eagerly I took a glass from him and swallowed it down. As thebubbles coursed through my veins I reached up to take Willie’shand and pull him down beside me. I threw my arms around himand pressed my mouth to his. Our tongues twined in a frenzy,saliva mingling and flowing. I reached to his trousers to find hispego already hard. Pulling it out, I stroked him to full stand.”Be naked for me” he gasped, and lifted my dress over my head.His lips fell to my small bubbies, covering them in kisses. Mynipples stood hard as I sighed in ecstasy. “Ah, there issomething so wonderful about a little girl’s bubbies,” saidWillie. “Such sweet, delicate titties you have, still growing…it’s so rude to see, so delightful”As he toyed with my breasts he eased down my shift. Now I wasnaked before him and his cock seemed to grow even stiffer.”Oh, the naughty little devil,” said William, “Hardly any hair onher little cunny but she’s hot and ready to be fucked…” Iblushed a little at the rude words, and that seemed to make himhotter.”Fuck, cunt, bubbies, suck, bugger, pissing, arsehole, cock..that’s the language to use… Try it, my dear Beatrice, the veryrudeness of the words is what makes them best to use.”Though my sexual experience was already wide, I had rarelyused such words. But as it seemed to please Willie, I waswilling. “Fuck me, Willie, fuck me…. I am yours, my cunt andbubbies and arse…oh, you like little girls, don”t you? You liketo fuck little girls who should know nothing of sex – And youfucked Alice before she was even twelve years old! What doyou think her parents would say to that, sir? Their daughteroutraged, think of the scandal! And she told me how sheenjoyed it too, the hussy, she said you had a big cock and used itwell – how often she said to me as we played in bed that shewished her Willie were there – hot and randy and ready to fuckus both. She would have you fuck her cunny while she kissedmine – ah, two little girls for you to fuck and romp with allnight long..”I don”t know what else I said but it was more of the same, alitany of the most profane language, the most secret desires, themost shameful and wrong actions – and how it fired up Willieand indeed me too.”Alice told me all about your encounter, dear. She was on top,and that is how I shall do it. Lie on your back, Willie, let mestraddle you.” The butler, nothing loth, followed myinstructions. I took his noble tool in my hands, holding it steadywhile I directed it to the bower of bliss. Ah, it felt so large in meas I slowly settled down on him. He placed his strong manlyhands upon my buttocks and began to move me up and down,our moans of passion filling the glade. He pulled me towardshim so that he could kiss me passionately. It was no easy matteras he was so big and strong and I was but a little girl; yetpassion makes a way for us and we mingled tongues and salivawith hunger. Then, putting his finger to my mouth to wet it withspittle, he worked it into my smaller hole.Alice and I had often done this to each other in our night-timerevels, but Willie’s finger was bigger than her slender digit. Itsmarted a little but greatly added to the salacious enjoyment ofthe bout. Under this double pleasure of finger and pego it wasnot long before I reached that peak of pleasure that has been theguiding power of my life; and Willie followed soon after, lettingout a positive roar of passion and he spurted his essence deepinto me. Sated, I fell forward onto his chest as he kissed the topof my head – “Ah, now, Miss Beatrice, was that not a fuckindeed?”I smiled but now that I was (at least for the nonce) satisfied Ihad no wish to speak those profane words. “Dear Willie, dearWillie” I replied, “Indeed I am sated.”Poor Willie! He has been in his grave several years now – goneto his death-bed all under the willow-tree. Ah, sunt lacrimaererum. But let us not dwell on death; it comes for us all.Willie’s pego slowly softened and he withdrew, my pussey stillholding on to him, as if reluctant to see him go. He served me alittle more champagne and then walked to the water’s edge – onthe far side of the island, so that he should not be seen from thehouse – for an invigorating dip. I lay daydreaming, listening tohim splashing in the water and singing.When the corn is waving, Annie dear, oh! Meet me by the stile,To hear thy gentle voice again, and greet thy winning smileThe moon will be at full, love, the stars will brightly gleamOh! come, my queen of night, love, and grace the beauteousscene.The cold water had an invigorating effect on him for I could seea new stiffness in his tool. He sat beside me, took me in his armsand we began to kiss, his cock again growing as we did so.”We have time let, so let us wait a little while,” he said. “Tellme of your erotic frolics with Miss Alice and I will share a storywith you in return.”I agreed willingly and gave him the account that I have alreadygiven you, dear Walter, of how Alice took a great fancy to meafter we had been placed in the same room. Willie’s pegostiffened and danced at some of my more descriptive passages,and the retelling fired me too, so much that I told him about myfrolic with Frederick, though I had not intended to betray thatsecret. But Willie gave a laugh and told me he had had the storyfrom Lucy, though in less descriptive terms. Of course I shouldhave guessed so from the remarks he let drop earlier and myknowledge that he was on good terms with that winning girl.When I told him how Alice had birched Frederick for hisimpudent observation that, “Were you not my sister, Alice, Iwould give you the same treatment as I have given Beatrice,”Willie gave a low chuckle and said, “Ah, Master Frederick, youshould have been firmer, and your sister would have yielded.Dearest Beatrice, Lucy told me Alice was indeed enamoured ofher brother; and when I asked her how she knew, she replied, “Iknow what I know, Sir, and if you had seen how she sometimeslooks at him as I have seen, you would know it too!” And soperhaps when Master Frederick comes home you can prevailupon him to try again. There is something so maddeningly eroticabout i****t – and that is the theme of the story I will now tellyou.”The Butler’s TaleAs you know, Alice’s father was ordered to the south of Europeby his doctor. Ah, what a blow that was for me, for I had to sayadieu to my little lover. But we who serve have no freedom, andgo I must.Mr. Marchmont went to Biarritz, a city he has visited frequently,as have I. You know that I have been with the Marchmonthousehold all my life, Beatrice, and Mr. Marchmont’s father(god rest him in his grave) made sure I was taught French whenI was a boy, for he too loved that nation.My employer took a spacious house in Biarritz, as well as a villasome miles into the countryside. Thither he would often repairwhile his wife stayed in town, in line, he said, with his doctor’srequirement for peace and quiet. The housekeeper, a woman ofsome sixty years old, lived in a small cottage next door. Withher were her two grandc***dren, a boy of thirteen and a girl oftwelve, named Henri and Aurora. Henri was a delicate and fairboy and indeed so slender and gentle you might think he was agirl. Aurora was a pretty brunette, with lively sparkling eyes andthe sweetest smile you ever did see.Mr. Marchmont was happy for the c***dren to play in the houseand garden, a fact that much delighted them for few previoustenants had shown any such kindness. But it soon becameapparent to me that kindness was not uppermost on Mr.Marchmont’s mind as I observed his lingering gaze, first onAurora alone but soon enough equally as much on Henri.One afternoon when Aurora was playing in the garden, Mr.Marchmont called him to her. “Sit upon my knee and you shallhave a bonbon,” said he (“Of course, my dear Beatrice, this wasall in French, but I shall give it in English for you,” said Willie).The little girl did so, and Mr. Marchmont put one arm aroundher waist. “What a pretty little thing you are,” he said. Thenwith his free hand he took a bonbon from its wrapper and placedit between her lips. Aurora blushed but ate the sweetmeat. Mr.Marchmont began to caress her back, running his hand down herbody to pull her dress tighter and better reveal the outline of herravishing bottom. “What a young lady you are becoming,” hesaid. “Soon all the boys will be chasing you.” Again Aurorablushed, yet there seemed a little sparkle of excitement in hereye. Mr. Marchmont popped another bonbon in her mouth,saying, “Now run along dear, and perhaps you can have moretomorrow.” He gave her lovely bottom a caress and squeeze asshe stood up.”Ah, William, I must have that little girl. Do you think itpossible?” he said to me. I suggested that with a suitable bribe tothe grandmother it would indeed be possible. I knew from myconversations with her that she had been a bawd and indeed thather daughter, the c***dren’s mother, followed the sameprofession in Biarritz. I began negotiations with thegrandmother and in due course informed Mr. Marchmont thatfor the sum of 300 francs she would look the other wayregarding his intentions not just to Aurora but Henri as well. Hisprick stiffened visibly in his breeches at this, and he gladlyhanded over the money.”But both c***dren know nothing of the ways of the world andare as innocent as lambs,” I told him.”Still, I will find a way to seduce them,” replied he. “And afterall, with the grandmother paid off, the c***dren are trapped.”It was not long before Aurora was back for another bonbon.”Jump up on my lap then, my dear,” said Mr. Marchmont. “Butthis time I want a kiss in return.”The little girl turned her face to his, clearly expecting the kind ofkiss she would be used to from her grandmother. And indeedMr. Marchmont began so, with the chastest of kisses on hercheek. “And have a little drink now, sweet one,” he said to her,passing a glass of champagne I had prepared for the verypurpose. The fizz soon brought a flush to her cheek and sheturned up her face to my employer expecting to exchangeanother kiss for a bonbon.But this was to be a different kiss as Mr. Marchmont placed hislips on hers, then pushed his tongue into her mouth. Her eyeswide in surprise, she tried to pull back but Mr. Marchmont heldher firm. “You are becoming a young lady now,” he told her,”and this is what a young lady must learn. So give me yourtongue or it will be a birching for you.” So saying he picked upa rod on the nearby table, bringing it down with a sharp rap.This so alarmed the little girl that she did as instructed. Andsoon enough the actions of their mingling tongues and thechampagne bought a flush of erotic delight to little Aurora’sdemeanour. “Say you begin to like it, little one?” said Mr.Marchmont.”Oh, sir, it is strange and what would Grannie say? Yet I beginto like it. Is this really what young ladies do?” she whisperedback to him.”It is, and they do much more,” said he, his fingers busy withthe buttons at the back of her dress.”What are you doing?” Aurora asked. “You should not, it is notright.””Why, I want to feast my eyes on your little bubbies my dear,and you shall let me. I say what is right and you have no choicebut to obey, my little darling” – again wielding the rod.She yielded. “But how strange it is! When I am taking a bath, Ithink Henri sometimes tries to peek at me through the keyhole,for I often hear his footsteps outside the door, even though heattempts to be quiet. After the first time I heard him I alwaysplaced a towel on the handle so that he should not see me, for asgrandmother says I will be a young lady soon and I must thinkto my modesty.” She talked on, saying as how she loved tobathe but had only the smallest tub in her grandmother’s home.But her idle chatter broke off as Mr. Marchmont, who had bynow eased her dress over her shoulders, revealing to hisdelighted gaze her still-growing bubbies, began to apply histongue to her snowy white and delicate little breasts – ah, suchsoft little mounds, each topped with a pink nipple. As hecaressed her, Aurora sighed in surprise and then delight at thisnew sensation. “Oh sir, indeed you make me feel so strange,what is it that you are doing?””Just what Henri wants to do, my dear,” replied he, gently bitinga nipple. “And would you let him?””Oh.. oh…ohhhノ” breathed the little girl, blushing furiously.”Yes, sometimes I have wished to see what is in his breeches, isthat very bad?””As the world reckons it, yes it is bad indeed – but here, darlingAurora, there is no bad. Only pleasure, and I mean to give youthe greatest pleasure now, my sweet little girl.” So saying heeased off her dress and then her bootees and socks, followed byher smock. And now she was as naked as the day she was born,blushing furiously, her hand over her pussey.”Oh I have not been undressed in front of anyone for years,” shesaid, “and little girls are not supposed to be naked in front ofmen.””Here there are no such rules, little one. Here there is onlypleasure,” said Mr. Marchmont, taking her hand away from herpussey and revealing her naked charms. Her little cunny had justa few fine hairs on it and glistened with the moisture of hermaiden arousal. “Lie down on the sofa, my dear,” said Mr.Marchmont, leading the still-blushing little girl thither. Layingher down, he again kissed her passionately. I saw her tongueeagerly jousting with his, her eyes closed in her growing eroticpassion. Mr. Marchmont kissed his way down her body,smearing her bubbies with saliva before roving across her bellyand to the treasure between her legs. Diving his tongue in herlittle cunt he drove her to such sighs of passion as I had notexpected from a little girl of just twelve years old. Mr.Marchmont’s busy tongue kept working about her heated parts.Gently he spread her labia and began to suck and nibble herlittle clitoris. Her breaths became yet more ragged and excitedand it was not many minutes before she gave a convulsiveshudder and gave down her liquor of love.”Oh, kind sir, what did you do to me?” said she, when she hadrecovered a little. “I have never felt anything like that before.””That is called spending, my little love,” said he. “And men canspend too. Would you like to see that?” Aurora blushed againbut nodded.Mr. Marchmont, still fully dressed, directed the little girl tounbutton his shirt, which she did eagerly. Then he directed herfingers to his breeches, his pego clearly visible beneath thefabric. Fumbling a little she undid the fly and her eyes widenedas his noble pego leapt out. “What a big stick!” said she. “Howfunny it is, how warm, and how it throbs under my fingers. Isthat what Henri has in his breeches?””A smaller one, yes…and we will both play with him beforelong, little one, but now I want you to take mine in your mouth.”The stimulated little girl did so, though she could hardly fit herlips round the bloated, angry shaft. Mr. Marchmont guided herto use her fingers in collaboration with her tongue. The c***dproved an eager student of the arts of love, kissing and suckingthe purple head and handling the throbbing, rampant shaft.”Little pet, it is coming now,” grunted Mr. Marchmont. I sawhis penis throb and swell as he pumped his seed first into hermouth and, when she drew back in surprise, across her lips andcheeks and even into her hair. The hot sperm dribbled down herface and on to her little bubbies as Mr. Marchmont directed thelast spurts of his ejaculation into her mouth. “Swallow it, littleone, it is most invigorating,” said he, as the girl obedientlycomplied. She then dipped a finger into the sperm liberallycoating her sweet little body. “How funny it is!” she said. “Andhow strange its taste when you squirted in my mouth.””There are other places to squirt it, darling Aurora,” said he.”What can you mean?” asked the perplexed girl.”Why, this cock is made to go into your little cunny, my dear,and that is what we call fucking.”Again the little girl’s eyes widened in shock. “But it is so large!It would break me in two” said she. “Yet I liked how yourtongue played about my parts, I have never felt anything likethat before.””How about if we get Henri to do it to you first?” suggested Mr.Marchmont. “His little pintle could pave the way for my biggermonster.”Once more the girl blushed charmingly, and I could tell the ideaappealed to her. “But how could I get him to do that?” askedshe.”Leave it to me, my dear” said Mr. Marchmont. “For now, tellhim nothing of this. I will quite seduce him into our little games,you may rely on that.”So saying he began to dress the little girl. I bought forward acloth to wipe the sperm glistening in her hair and streaking herbody, but he waved me away. “No” he said, in English (whichthe little girl did not understand) “Let her be, and let hergrandmother see that those 300 francs have brought about herdebauch. The idea excites me, indeed, that she will see hertwelve-year-old granddaughter defiled by semen, and she willknow the girl is soon to be fucked. And buggered too, if I canget into her little arsehole!” He also promised me that I wouldbe able to enjoy the little girl – and her brother, if such was mypenchant – once he had thoroughly corrupted them.***I was listening to this tale with delight, one finger in my littlecunny and one hand on Mr. William’s shaft, now fully restoredto hard glory.’Let us fuck once more, sweet Beatrice,’ said he to me. ‘Then wemust make our way back to the Hall. And I will tell you the restof this story another time.’Nothing loth, I stooped my head to his lovely cock, taking thefine purple head between my lips. Once I had thoroughly wettedthe shaft with my spittle, I had him lie down and climbed atophis raging pego. Holding its head to my slit, I eased down onhim. Oh! The feeling of a cock filling my cunny, what bettersensation is there? Once again he put a finger to my arsehole,adding to my stimulation. I should say that he did later wish tobugger me, and I had every inclination to let him; but I was tootight there and the pain was so great that he desisted. Indeed itwas not until some years later, my wedding night with Crim-Con,that I first received a cock in my nether hole. You shall readabout that glorious debauch later in this memoir, my dear Walter.As I rode the delighted butler our passions and cries of ecstasyrose; I nipped him most deliciously with my cunny and it did nottake long for the inevitable end. Hot spurts of semen erupted intomy willing vagina, and I spent too. I fell forward on his chest,breathless and satisfied.Once we had somewhat recovered ourselves, Mr. Williamsuggested I take a dip in the lake, for it would not do to returnwith the signs of passion about me. I told him I would do so, andthat I needed to make water so he should not look at me.’Indeed I will look at you, dear Beatrice, for seeing a girl piss is adelight to a man,’ said he. Notwithstanding the abandon of ourglorious fuck and all that I had seen and experienced, I had nevermade water in front of another. Willie had to cajole me, but afterI all loved him so well I could not help but want to please him.’Very well then, I will do it here and you may watch’ I told him.I squatted and closed my eyes, willing the flow to start. It was noteasy, pissing in front of another, but after a few moments theflow started. Willie lay down close to my spouting cunny,evident delight in his eyes. He even took the empty champagneglass I had been drinking from and placed it under the dwindlingflow. He not only then licked the drops of piss up from mycunny but also drank the piss in the glass! I was astonished at thetime but in the years since then I have often indulged in suchpleasures, both pissing on lovers of either sex and being pissedon in return. Indeed, later on, when I had maids of my own(Patty and Annie, of whom you will hear more anon) our hottestfrolics would sometimes end with me directing the girls to emptytheir bladders all over me. How I loved to drink their piss,gurgling fresh from their little cunnies. And of course there wasnothing for it but that they must drink my hot urine in return.But as a little girl of thirteen, I knew nothing of these revels and Iwondered greatly at Mr. William’s strange penchant.’Sweeter than champagne and more intoxicating too,’ saidWilliam to me, kissing me heatedly so that I could taste my ownurine in his mouth (a taste I did not altogether like, I confess).’And how delightful to see the water streaming from your littlenotch! Now, do you go and wash, and dress, and I shall row youback.’I did as instructed and then we walked back to the boat together,Mr. William once again handing me formally into the boat androwing gently back to the house. As we approached the maindoor, Mrs. Marchmont appeared and said, ‘Ah, Mr. William, Iam just looking for you to go over some household accounts.Beatrice, you will find Alice at the piano in the conservatory.’Keeping up appearances, I politely thanked Mr. William for histime and off I went to find Alice.Alice was of course all aflame to know what had transpired withthe butler, and you may be sure I took great pleasure in tellingher every salacious detail. But I did not tell her Willie’s story ofher father’s debauchery, having some scruples that it might bebetrayal of a confidence. Nor did I mention the butler’sspeculations regarding her brother, though the idea of seeingthem engaged in coition was certainly most stimulating to me.But in my heated mind I was already calculating strategies to useon Frederick so that he should make the attempt on his sister.Guests came to the hall that evening so there was no chance forfurther frolics; but perhaps that was for the best, for too much ofany joy leads inevitably to satiety.Then next morning I woke bright and early, and it occurred tome to repeat Alice’s little adventure of peeping on Willie in hispantry. No sooner thought than put in action and before long Iwas ensconced in the dusty, disused passage. Events unfolded asAlice had told me, yet I felt with greater passion since it had beena long time since William and Lucy had enjoyed each other. Howsweetly her cunny pouted as Mr. William’s noble pego plungedin and out of her. Though I had myself enjoyed both actors, Ihave always felt there is something exciting in spying on the actof love, no matter how familiar those spied on may be. ‘There,now, Lucy’ said the butler after he had finished. ‘Is that not asgood as when Master Frederick ploughs your furrow for you?’LUCY – (feigning anger) ‘How dare you insult me in that waySir! Had I known you would be so rude I would not have let himinto the grotto!’ And with that she marched out of the pantry.My lust provoked by this sight, I must have more. I had beengiven a room next to Alice’s, and there was a door adjoining thetwo. I had already taken a peep thought its keyhole, but it hadbeen filled in. I had a few hours to spare and I used them wisely.I went into the groundkeeper’s hut and found a bradawl, andused it to clean out the keyhole. Then, since Alice was at thepiano once more, I darted into her room to clean up any telltaledetritus from my operations. Kneeling to see the results of mywork, I was rewarded with a clear view into her bedchamber.Frederick arrived later than morning, the carriage rolling up tothe front door and Old Adam bringing the horses to a halt. Afterexchanging greetings with his parents and hugging his sister, heturned to me and, with a formal bow kissed my extended hand.’Miss Beatrice, how pleasant to meet you once again,’ he said.Only the growing bulge in his breeches gave away the fact thatwe were anything more than acquaintances. But the glance thatpassed from Alice to me left me in no doubt that she hadobserved the fact.I will pass over the activities of that day, for it is the night that ismost vivid in my mind. Frederick and I danced several times inthe evening, and as we did he whispered in my ear ‘My sweetBeatrice, may I come to your room tonight? I have been longingfor a taste of your cunny since Christmas, and holding you now Iam so stiff I could burst out of my breeches.’ And indeed I hadfelt his stiff cock pressing against me several times as we danced.’If you can manage it with your Mama and Papa home, you mayof course have me, dear Fred,’ I said. ‘But can you? What if weare found out? And will not Lucy be expecting you?”Trust me to manage my parents, dear Beatrice,’ he replied withconfidence. ‘I spent many a night in Lucy’s bed without theirever noticing. And I think Mr. William has a fancy to occupy herthis evening.’Pressing close to me, he let me feel his youthful cock, stiff andproud in his breeches. Seeing that I was unobserved, I gave thenoble weapon a fond squeeze, provoking him to further stiffness.’Be careful what you are about, dear Beatrice’ he said, ‘else youwill make me spend.”Let us not draw attention by dancing together too long, mydear,’ said I to him. ‘You have not danced with Alice yet, take aturn with her.’ Of course I was playing the fox here, for I wantedher to feel his rampageous pego against her to better stoke heri****tuous desire for him. And indeed as they danced I could seehim pressed against her and a delightful flush of pleasure spreadacross her face, her lips slightly parted and her eyes sparkling.Frederick had his arm around her back to guide her steps andwhen he thought he was unobserved I saw his hand drop lowerto squeeze Alice’s lovely bottom. Ah, it fired me to imagine themin each other’s arms, coupled in a frenzy of i****tuous passion,brother and sister!I was naturally anxious for the end of the evening to arrive sothat I could repair to my bed. Alice and I went up some timebefore the others, as was appropriate. I gave her a long andloving kiss goodnight, pressing my cunny to hers. ‘We cannotplay tonight, my dear,’ I told her. ‘I am expecting a visit fromMaster Frederick and my pussey is in a state of longing for hislovely pego. Ah, he uses it so well, dear, if only you could have ataste’Alice – ‘For shame, Beatrice!’ (blushing furiously) ‘Do youthink I would let my own brother ravish me? You bad girl, Ishould give you a whipping for that! Yes, perhaps we shouldhave a little birch séance and I will heat your bottom for you. Tobed with you.’ But she was not so angry after all, giving me onemore passionate kiss, thrusting her tongue deep into my mouthand squeezing my bottom before we parted.I retreated into my room to begin my toilette, and before long Iwas tucked up in bed and the light put out. But I could see a faintlight coming through the keyhole, and what must I do but take apeep upon her? Alice was in a state of dishabille, her hair downand part way through undressing. She slipped off the drawers shehad recently started to wear and then her chemise, leaving justthe stockings she had worn for the evening. Next, she squatted tomake water in the chamber pot and I thought again of Willie’slittle penchant for my hot piss – indeed he was right, there issomething diverting about seeing a young girl fire away. Aftershe had finished she took a piece of paper to wipe her pusseydry, and then began to toy with her little cunny, her eyes brightas she did so. ‘Ah, I hope you are thinking of Frederick,’ I saidto myself.Suddenly Alice looked to the door, and I saw its handle slowlyturn. Lucy came into the bedroom, walking as softly as shecould. Taking Alice’s hand and giving her a loving kiss, shewhispered, ‘Mr. William and I ask for your company, dearmistress. He is still downstairs so let us go to my room while wemay do so unobserved. Ah, I am longing for your sweetcaresses.’ Then she took the little girl by the hand and led her outof the bedroom, putting out the light before closing the door.I retired to my bed to await Master Frederick, and it was not longuntil I heard my door open and he appeared, a candle in his hand.As he approached my bed I could see his pego under his night-shirt, stiff and ready. Slipping into bed beside me, he darted histongue into my mouth, stifling me with kisses, as my eager handreached for his rampant cock. ‘How I shall fuck you, my littlelover!’ he whispered in my ear. ‘Your glorious little bubbies,and ah the hair is just beginning to grow on your sweet pussey – Imust taste these delightful treasures!’ – so saying he began tosuckle and nuzzle my titties as if he wanted to devour them. Thenhe instructed me to lay over him reversed so that I should suckhis pego and tickle his balls as he dived his tongue into my eagerpussey.I felt him tickle my bottom-hole and so I returned the favour bythrusting my tongue as far as I could into his arsehole. Thisbrought sighs of the greatest pleasure from him and I felt his cockswell as he choked my mouth with a copious emission. Iswallowed as much as I could, but so heated were his movementsthat his cock slipped from my eager mouth and sprayed hissperm across my face. I spent too as I swallowed the last of hishot seed. Pulling me to him, Frederick again kissed me withpassion, licking his own sperm up as he did so, which he seemedto mind not at all.’How sweet your little cunny tastes!’ he exclaimed.’Your sister’s little pussey is every bit as sweet,’ I replied, notinghis cock twitch and stiffen as I said so. ‘I love to taste her andhow she spends in my mouth! But still nothing is as good as thespear of love, and how well you wield it, dear Frederick.”I would wield it on Alice, dear Beatrice, if only she would letme. Would you be awfully jealous if I confessed how much Iwant to fuck her?’I told him that I would not be jealous at all, and indeed I woulddelight in seeing his glorious cock working well on his sweetsister. ‘And I will try to persuade Alice to let you fuck her, Fred.But now I see you are stiff and as hard as iron again, and so it isme you must fuck.’Fred, his eyes full of fire, was eager to obey, and so once againthe pego that took my virginity was in me. How nicely it filledmy little pussey! Fred thrust into me, and I had to bite my lip soas not to yell out and let the whole house know some veryimproper proceedings were going on. Lovingly we kissed as heplunged into me. Then I indicated he should lie on his back sothat I could straddle him and ride what I soon after learned wascalled a St. George. And indeed how stiff and firm his lance was,how deeply it pierced me! Fred shuddered and once more hisnoble weapon gave forth its soothing balm. And with my fingersabout my little clitoris I spent too.Withdrawing his now softening cock from me, he told me hemust return to his own room. And so after sucking the last of thesperm about his prick and balls, and sharing one more passionatekiss, he departed. I drifted off into that sweet sleep that comesafter one has been thoroughly fucked.I woke to bright sun through the curtains and birdsong in thegarden. Stretching my arms and still feeling a glow of satisfactionfrom my little adventures with William and Frederick. I decidedto have a peep into Alice’s room, for perhaps I might see hermake water and that would stimulate me. I crouched down at thekeyhole. I could not see her anywhere in the room. Surely shecould not still be with Mr. William and Lucy? She would befound out and then there would be scandal. But suddenly therewas a rap on the door (at which you may be sure I startedviolently) and then Alice, who had been standing hidden to oneside, crouched down in front of her side of the lock.’Ah, you bad girl, there you are!’ she whispered. ‘Did you thinkI would not notice you had unblocked the keyhole? But indeedif you had not, I would have. Is it not the nicest thing to spy onsecret passions, my dear? And did you enjoy my brother lastnight? You know how I take such happiness in your liaison, mydear.”What a shame indeed that he is your brother, sweet Alice, for heuses his cock so well. If he was my brother I would still have tofuck him!’ I said.Alice (blushing) – ‘What nonsense are you saying, silly girl! Doyou not know i****t is a great crime? But I must dress or theywill miss me downstairs.’Thus ended our colloquy and it was not long before I heard Aliceleave her room. I decided to sit in the window seat in my roomand enjoy the sunshine. From the selection of magazines on theside I selected an issue of Aunt Judy’s Magazine. But what aninsipid read it was, full of moral lessons that I knew to be nomore than hypocrisy. Laying it aside, I heard the door to Alice’sroom open yet I could hear her playing piano below. Perhaps itwas just a maid come to tidy her room, but of course I had to takea peep.Here came my second surprise of the day, for it was no maid, butMr. Marchmont. I soon found his purpose in being in hisdaughter’s room, for he went to the dresser where Alice had lefther stockings, drawers and chemise from the night before. Hepicked up the chemise and pressed it to his nose, inhaling deeply.Then he took out his cock and placed one of her stockings overthe already stiff shaft. Rubbing his hand back and forth, he putdown her chemise and picked up her drawers. These were of adaringly small style, and as he scented them I could hear himmutter – ‘Alice, you bad girl, to be so immodest! Ah – I cannothelp myself, how you inflame your Papa, your swelling bubbiesand fine bottom, how I would like to take you to my bed!’ As hespoke his hand moved faster and with a gasp he shot his seedinto her intimate apparel. I saw the pearly drops of his spermglisten through the garment as Mr. Marchmont gasped in delight.When he had finished shooting he let fall a sigh, muttering ‘Ishould not let her excite me so, my own daughter! But I cannothelp myself, she so maddens me. Yet what can she know of thejoys of coition?’You can be sure I smiled at this, knowing as I did just what awanton his daughter was. And indeed I thought that if I could gether to let Frederick fuck her, why, it would be only a small stepfrom there to have her fuck her Papa too.Mr. Marchmont withdrew and once I was sure it was safe I dartedinto Alice’s room to inspect her soiled garments. Taking up thediscarded stocking I rubbed Mr. Marchmont’s spendingsbetween my fingers and then lifted the delicate silk to my mouthto take a taste, my pussey tingling as I did so. I knew fromWillie’s erotic tale that Mr. Marchmont had a taste for the youngcunny. I resolved then to seduce him and (it will not surpriseyou, dear Walter) I also vowed I see him fuck Alice too. Fatherand daughter, what a delicious revel that would be! I thenwithdrew from Alice’s room and finished my toilette. I madesure to check my undergarments with care to find out if Mr.Marchmont had outraged them as well; and indeed there weresome very suspicious-looking stains but I could not be sure. Ithen joined the family downstairs for a late breakfast. This wasserved by Mary, as Lucy had returned home for few days.It so happened that Mr. Marchmont had instructed Mr. Williamto take the carriage into town to conduct some business on hisbehalf. Mrs. Marchmont suggested that I might like to travel withhim, since on my arrival there before I had not had a chance toexplore the town; in particular she thought its museum, noted forits collection of past fashions, might have a salutary educationaleffect upon me (perhaps because she thought the clothing Aliceand I then favoured was too racy – though as I had seen that verymorning, it was much to Mr. Marchmont’s erotic fancy.) Ihastened to agree – naturally, not for the good of my educationbut for the chance to be alone with Willie and to have the rest ofthe tale about his time in France from him. ‘And I have put somebooks in the carriage should you wish to read during thejourney’ concluded the lady of the house.To keep an appearance of propriety, Mr. William started thejourney sitting by Old Adam, atop the carriage, but barely a half-mile had passed before I pulled the bell to halt the journey,making the excuse that I needed the butler’s help with thesampler I was making. Once we were under way again, Idemanded the completion of his tale – but first, I said, he musttell me of how he passed the night. I told him how I had seenLucy bring Alice to her room, and that I knew he had not had thechance to enjoy them both together before this.William – ‘Miss Beatrice, to tell you the whole story would takeup our entire journey; those girls are so randy that they left mequite fucked out. When I slipped into the room I found the dearpair side-by-side, but reversed. Lucy was gamahuching her littlemistress, and, for added delight, postillioning her with a finger;Alice, for her part, was using a godemiche on Lucy. They were sorapt in their ecstasy that they barely noticed me. I undressed in atrice and brought my prick to the fore; it was eagerly seized uponby Alice, who took it between her teeth and sucked me mostdelightfully.’She then directed Mr. Priapus to Lucy’s ready cunt, bringingher escort sivas face close to examine the conjunction of our parts. Shetickled my balls and kissed Lucy’s clitoris, before crawling upthe bed to plunge her tongue in Lucy’s mouth. After giving her apassionate kiss she straddled Lucy’s face and the maid gladlybegan to lick her tight little pussey. Alice passed the godemicheto Lucy, still glowing with her juices, and bade her apply it. Thiserotic sight soon brought me to a spend, and withdrawing mypego from its bower of bliss, my sperm fired across Lucy andeven onto Alice’s belly.’My prick barely lost stiffness and Alice declared it was time forme to ravish her. Now Lucy directed my cock to the charge,marvelling that Alice’s little cunny could take it all in. As Iploughed into Miss Alice, Lucy kissed her mouth and bubbies inrapture, and then brought her pussey over Alice’s mouth. Alicesoon licked her to a glorious spend, as I filled the little girl’scunny with my own tribute. As I withdrew from Alice, Lucyleant forward to secure the little girl’s gaping cunny for her ownpleasure, licking up every drop of our mutual spending. Thesight of these hot and lecherous girls so enjoying each otherbrought me back to life, and as Lucy was still busy with her task,I brought my rod to Alice’s mouth. The dear girl sucked mewillingly until I was at full stiffness once more.”Lucy, now on her hands and knees and with her lovely bottomin the air begged Alice put me in her. The little girl directed myweapon to the usual bower of bliss but then a more wicked ideaoccurred to her, and she held the head of my cock against Lucy’sarsehole. Lucy gasped as I began to shove my way inside hernether hole. I directed Alice to wet the sphincter well with herspittle, and eagerly she went to work on the tight orifice, workingher tongue inside and coating the way liberally with saliva. Bringmy steed to the charge once more, I boldly shoved my way pastthe elastic sphincter until I was fully sheathed in Lucy’s bowels. Ibegan to thrust in and out, Alice licking the shaft as I did so andtickling Lucy’s pussey. Lucy groaned in delight and ecstasy.Then Alice, the little minx, applied the godemiche to my ownarsehole. I declare, Miss Beatrice, she is truly her father’sdaughter and every bit as full of lecherous ideas as he is! Youmay imagine that under this attack it was not long before I spent,shooting my very essence deep into Lucy’s bowels.’Now Alice said that I must ravish her bottom too. Lucy warnedher that the attempt would be as painful as when I first outragedher dear pussey. I too had some fear on that score, as after allMiss Alice is only thirteen and perhaps too young to be buggeredwithout injury. But in any case the girls had so fucked me outthat a fresh cockstand was impossible. Yet Miss Alice is a wilfulgirl, as well you know, and will no doubt have her way.’Mr William’s story delighted me and I was half minded to beghim to fuck me, but I was keen to hear the rest of his Frenchstory, and prevailed upon him to begin.The Butler’s Tale, continuedMr. Marchmont’s aim now turned to Henri. I had told you thatwe had paid the grandmother to turn a blind eye to our littlegames and so he could, no doubt, simply have seized the boy andhad his way with him. And while he confessed to me he did finda certain stimulation in that idea, he decided it were as well tomake the boy a willing participant in the sport. We put our headstogether and I came up with an idea.You remember, dear Beatrice, that Aurora had thought Henriattempted to peep on her and moreover had said how much sheliked to bathe; so why not invite her to bathe in the muchgrander bath in this house? For there was a fine bushy tree justoutside the bathroom window, and if I knew anything about ayoung boy just becoming aware of Cythera’s power, I knewHenri would scamper into its branches to see his sister about herablutions. Of course, I did not tell Mr. Marchmont that my ideawas partly inspired by Miss Alice who, as I know has told you,peeped into my pantry that day and had her first lesson in thedelights of love. Though a lenient master, I am not sure he wouldtake well to the knowledge I had so thoroughly inculcated hisdaughter into the ways of lubricity.Aurora jumped at the chance to bathe, and I made sure that Henrioverheard the plan. It did not take me long to heat a few largetubs of water and fill the bath, and as I was doing so I saw adisturbance in the tree outside the window. You may be sure Ipretended not to notice it. I added some scented oils and ahandful of flower petals and then the little girl dashed into thebathroom as I withdrew. She turned the lock and soon enoughshe was singing and splashing in the bath.I apprised Mr. Marchmont of the situation. ‘Let us not spoilHenri’s pleasure just yet,’ said he. ‘But give him time to enjoyhis naked sister. Then we will surprise him in the act.’After letting young Henri take some pleasure in seeing his sisterundress and begin her bath, Mr. Marchmont walked into thegarden and pretended to discover the naughty boy by chance.’Henri, what are you about?’ said he. ‘Come down at once!’Visibly shocked, Henri climbed down from the tree. Mr.Marchmont seized the girlish youth around the waist as he wasnearly down, saying, ‘So, Master Henri, what have you beendoing?’ The boy knew he had been caught in a very improperproceeding, spying on his naked sister. He tried to stammer outan excuse but Mr. Marchmont would have none of it. ‘And shallI tell your grandmother of your behaviour, young man?’ said he.’Sir! Oh no, she would whip me and I would never be able tolook Aurora in the eye again,’ wailed the boy.’Well then, let me think on it. I will do nothing for now but youmust come alone to the house tomorrow, at midday, and I willtell you what I have decided to do.’ Henri agreed to this and, stillpale with fear, ran off.’Now, William, Henri will soon be mine and what a deliciousmorsel he will be! My blood is up now, and Aurora must cool itfor me.’I accompanied him up to the bathroom and, using a blade,quietly unlocked the door from the outside (an easy butler’strick, my dear.) Mr. Marchmont stepped into the bathroom,greatly to Aurora’s surprise.’Oh sir, what are you about?’ asked the alarmed little girl.’I mean to share your bath with you, my dear’ said he, rapidlyremoving his clothes. The sweet c***d blushed to see his hardpego emerge, and shrank back a little as he stepped into the bath.’Come closer, dear Aurora,’ said he, lifting the little girl into hislap, his noble tool poking up between their bellies. He drew herlips to his and plunged his tongue into her mouth. I could see herlittle tongue battling with his, the erotic emotions beginning tooverwhelm her. Then he had her stand and applied his eagertongue to her virgin cunny, while gently tickling her little pinkarsehole but not penetrating her there. She sighed and placed herhands atop his head to keep her balance. ‘Oh – oh – ohhh – herecomes the lovely feeling!’ she gasped as she spent ecstatically.’Was that not a pleasure, dear girl?’ said he. ‘But now you mustmake me spend.’ He sat upon the side of the bath and Aurora, anincreasingly willing accomplice to his debauchery, kneeled in thewater in front of him, taking the glowing purple head of hisenraged penis between her lovely lips. ‘Caress my balls dear,’ hedirected her. Being a c***d of just twelve years old, she could notfit much of his penis in her mouth, and so Mr. Marchmontstroked the lower portion of the shaft as she licked, kissed andsucked the head. ‘Little devil, you make me spend, open yourmouth so that I may see my seed squirt out.’ She did so and hefired his jets of pearly white sperm all over her lips, tongue andteeth. ‘Now swallow, little one, for it is most invigorating.’Again the wanton little girl obeyed, eagerly swallowing downevery drop of his discharge.’The taste is so strange’ she said. ‘Does every man squirt likethat?”Indeed so’ was the reply, ‘but it is said each man’s juice tastesdifferent. Why not see what Mr. William’s tastes like?’I scarcely needed urging to step forward. Soon, her wet handswere eagerly unbuttoning my trousers to let my stiff cock out.’Oh, it is thinner than his,’ said she, ‘and the tip a lightercolour.’ Taking my weapon between her pearly teeth, she ran hertongue all over the head and applied both her dainty hands to theshaft.’That’s it, my girl,’ said Mr. Marchmont. ‘You are a fast learnerand we shall make you quite the accomplished fucker betweenus.’I reached my hand forward to cup her sweet c***dish breasts,revelling in the soft, white flesh. Stimulated beyond bearing bythe little girl, the sperm boiled up from my penis, filling hermouth. The volume of liquid was too much for the poor dear andI squirted the last of my spendings all across her hands and face.Breathless, the girl licked her lips and worked the sperm on herhands into her bubbies.I put my now softened tool back into my breeches while Mr.Marchmont sponged the girl’s face clean. He lifted her from thebath and, taking a towel, dried her. Then he began to dress her, aprocedure he seemed to take great pleasure in, pressing herapparel to his nose before placing it on her.’Now, my dear c***d, let us discuss your brother,’ said he. ‘Doyou know that he was spying on you as you as you bathed?”The bad boy!’ said she (but with no true anger in her voice, forclearly she found the idea appealing). ‘I shall tell grandmammaand she will punish him.”No, my dear, we will punish him, how about that?’ said myemployer.Aurora liked this idea, especially after Mr. Marchmont explainedhow he had set the trap. She agreed to come to the house a littlebefore Henri’s appointment so that we could hide her behind acurtain and let her observe our obscene games. We then sent herback home, having extracted her promise not to breathe a wordof our sport.The little girl was as good as her word and betimes the next daywas ensconced behind a floor-length d**** in which I had cut alittle peephole. Shortly after she was in place, Henri came in toface his punishment. He was morose and hung his head, fearfulabout what was to happen to him.Mr. Marchmont was sitting on a sofa and I could see his cockalready a little swollen in anticipation to the delights to come.Henri stood in front of him, awaiting his doom.’Now, Master Henri, tell me what you were about yesterday. Doyou think what you did was proper?’ said he.Henri spoke quietly, a tremble in his gentle, girlish voice. ‘It wasvery bad, kind sir, but I could not help myself. I do not knowhow it is but in the last few months when I observe Aurora I feelso strangely excited and when I think of her legs and bottom andoh her swelling chest…’ He tailed off, blushing to have saidsuch things. Yet the thought of his sister’s charms overcame hisfear, for I could see a twitching in his breeches as his little cockbegan to come to life.Mr. Marchmont observed this too, and placed his hand on thegrowing bulge. ‘You get hard here, is that is, my dear?’ said he.Henri gasped and blushed even more deeply. ‘Oh sir, should yoube doing that?”There is no shame in it, Henri, we are just boys together, are wenot? See, the thought of your lovely sister has the same effect onme.’ So saying, he unbuttoned himself and let forth his nobletool. Stiff and hard it sprang up.Henri’s eyes opened wide to see the monster poking up. ‘Howlarge it is!’ said he.’Let us compare them,’ responded Mr. Marchmont, beginning totake down the young boy’s trousers. Henri was alarmed by thisbut Mr. Marchmont reprimanded him. ‘Shall I tell yourgrandmother of your outrageous behavior?’ That was enough toquell the revolt and Henri said no more as Mr. Marchmontstripped him completely. Then he turned to boy round to let hissister enjoy every aspect of his nudity. Henri’s little penis wasstanding up stiff as Mr. Marchmont took it in his hand, gentlystroking it. ‘Ah and some little hairs too, my dear! When didthese come?”Just a few months ago sir. It was about the time that Aurorabegan to make me feel so feverish. How I wanted to caress heryesterday, to kiss and cuddle and play with her!’ he replied.Mr. Marchmont – ‘Ah, you would like to kiss her? Well, perhapsI would like to kiss you.’ So saying he brought his mouth toHenri’s rosy lips. The boy was perfectly astonished butsubmitted to the attack, letting Mr. Marchmont thrust in histongue and roll it about his mouth. ‘Now sit in my lap, dearboy,’ he said, and Henri willingly did so, tipping his mouth upto Mr. Marchmont and kissing him with new passion.’Oh sir, this is so naughty,’ he said, overcome with passion andplanting kisses across my employer’s hairy chest. Mr.Marchmont was rubbing his hands all over the boy’s milk-whiteskin, delicately caressing his little nipples and making him gasp.His bold pego seemed to grow even stiffer under this eroticonslaught. Soon enough his hand wandered down to Henri’seager little cock. The boy moaned into the man’s mouth at thisnew sensation.’Let us try a different position, my dear,’ said the older man.’Turn round so your back is against my belly.’ Henri gladly didso, so that now Mr. Marchmont’s cock was poking up betweenthe boy’s thighs, pressed up hard against his stiff little penis anddelicate, blue-veined balls. Of course his aim in this was toexpose the boy in all his nakedness to his sister. What must herpassion have been – her brother in the arms of my brawnyemployer, his hot and ready cock already smearing its moistureacross the c***d’s belly, so wanton! The boy’s head was turnedback so that he could continue to kiss and suck Mr. Marchmont’stongue, and he moaned in the throes of passion.’Now I must introduce you to a new pleasure,’ said Mr.Marchmont. He bade the boy stand, and then went on his kneesbefore him.’What are you about?’ asked the boy. Mr. Marchmont gave noreply but took the Henri’s bobbing penis in his mouth. Henri’spleasure was evident at this new onslaught. His eyes sparkled andhis breathing quickened. ‘Oh sir, sir, it is so good, dear sir’ hemoaned. And then he seemed to panic a little. ‘Oh, what ishappening to me – am I dying?’ Bidden by nature he began tothrust his sweet cocklet into Mr. Marchmont’s mouth as he gavedown what was evidently his first tribute to love. Mr.Marchmont eagerly swallowed every drop of his virgin emission.Gasping in surprise and pleasure, Henri sat down on the floor,covered in a fine sweat.’What was that? Something came out of me, but it did not feellike water,’ said he.Mr. Marchmont – ‘Dear boy, that was your first spend.’Henri – ‘What is spending?’Mr. Marchmont – ‘It is the stuff of life, dear boy, and all men doit. Would you like to see me spend?’Henri nodded his assent, and Mr. Marchmont began on the nextchapter of his erotic education. The older man sat back on thesofa and beckoned Henri to kneel between his legs. ‘Now, sweetboy, do to me as I did to you.’ A flush of shame and excitementspread over the face of the thirteen-year-old boy as, for the firsttime in his life, he took a penis into his mouth. Mr. Marchmontsighed in pleasure and tousled the boy’s hair as he worked away,delighted to have secured himself a willing and unsulliedcatamite.I too was a stiff as a post observing this delicious scene. But at aglance from my employer I knew he was ready to proceed to thenext stage of the debauch that we had previously planned. AsHenri was delightedly sucking the noble tool, I drew back thed**** and led the little girl – excited and flushed with passion asshe was – forward.Henri, hearing movement in the room, took his mouth from Mr.Marchmont’s raging steed. You can imagine his shock to see hissister standing there. ‘And what is this you are doing, Henri!’said she. ‘Is this proper behaviour?’The confused boy did not know what to say, surprized by hissister in such an indecent act. He began to weep for shame andfear that his behaviour would be uncovered. ‘It is a punishmentfor a bad deed,’ he confessed.Aurora – ‘And what deed is that, dear brother?’Henri – ‘I cannot say – it is too shameful.’Aurora – ‘Perhaps you were spying on your sister as shebathed?’Henri – ‘But – but – how – ?’Aurora – ‘Did we not trap you well, Henri?’She explained the ruse, and how she knew he had been trying topeep on her before, how she had told Mr. Marchmont of this, andhis little plan to trap him. The boy was perfectly flabbergasted atthis.’Did you enjoy looking on me then, Henri?’ asked his sister.The boy admitted that he enjoyed it very much. ‘And would youlike to look on me again, now?’Henri gasped in surprise at this offer. ‘Oh – my sister – wouldyou let me?’ he said, his little prick regaining the stiffness it hadlost in this colloquy. ‘I will, dear brother, as long as you keep thesecret from grandmamma, and mama too. You must know that Ihave already had some lessons in love from these fine gentlemen,and they have more to teach us. Shall we begin?’***Here Old Adam’s stentorian voice was heard, calling the horsesto a halt. We had arrived in town, and perforce Mr. William’senchanting story must come to an end for a while. His businesswas at the town hall, and while he attended to that I visited themuseum, as Mrs. Marchmont had suggested. This would let mekeep up the pretence that I had taken the journey for this worthyeducational purpose alone, and not because I wanted to hear thetale of her husband’s depravities.Mr. William instructed Old Adam to drive me round to themuseum and wait outside until I was done, saying that it wouldnot be proper for a young lady such as me to be abroad withoutany sort of guardian. For his part, he would walk to the museumwhen he had completed his duties. I will admit that I scanned themen’s clothing with great interest, and it seemed to me that thefashions from the time of the Prince Regent were a great dealmore free, drawing attention to the shape of the body, than in ourown era. If Mrs Marchmont indeed intended me to learn somemoral lesson from this experience I doubt I drew the conclusionshe sought, for it only confirmed my opinion that our era is onethat denies our natural inclinations.Having completed my tour of the museum I stepped back intothe carriage to await Mr. William’s return. I reviewed the booksthere placed, among which were Le Chevalier de Maison-Rouge(but in French, so perhaps it was Mr. Marchmont’s), Antonina,Davenport Dunne and other titles I do not remember. But it wasa slim novella that my eye fell on – Theresa Marchmont: or, theMaid of Honour. No doubt it had been selected for thecoincidence of the name (or perhaps to inculcate a lesson abouthonour). It was a tale of romance in which Theresa is separatedfrom her betrothed, Lord Hugh Percy, whereafter King Charlesthe Second tries to seduce her, as too his panderer the Duke ofBuckingham.Had I been the author, and not Mrs. Gore, you may be sure that Iwould have dispensed with all Theresa’s tiresome modesty andinstead have her show the king and duke what proper fuckingwas. But still, the tale was pleasing enough in its way and I wasquite surprized when the door opened and Mr. William steppedin, so lost had I been in the story. Laying the novella aside I gaveWillie a fond hug and after he had rapped to tell Old Adam to setoff, he settled down to continue his salacious narrative.The Butler’s Tale, continuedWell now, Miss Beatrice, where had I left off? – ah, yes, youngHenri surprized with a stiff cock between his lips and his sisterready to increase his erotic delights yet further.When Aurora said, ‘Shall we begin?’ I stepped up behind thelittle girl. My pego stiff in my breeches, I took the hem of herdress and began to slowly lift it. Henri’s eyes widened as I slowlyrevealed his sister’s charms – her legs, her almost unfledgedcunny, her belly and then her growing breasts. His little pintlestood up straighter and Mr. Marchmont’s noble tool twitched atthe new vision of loveliness. Lifting the dress over the girl’shead, leaving her quite nude, I too disrobed. I was as naked asher in a trice, my proud cock jutting out. The little girl kneeledand took my penis in her mouth, eagerly wetting the shaft withsaliva and cupping my balls as with her tongue she laved thehead. Henri observed in delight, his eyes sparkling with youthfullust.’My dear,’ said Mr. Marchmont to him, drawing the girlishyouth’s attention to his ready cock, ‘show your sister you knowhow to caress a stiff prick waiting for his turn.’Willingly, Henri went to work, keeping his eyes on his sister ashe sucked the older man. He copied her movements, caressingMr. Marchmont’s stones and handling his shaft with his softwhite hands.’That’s it, work well, my dear, tickle and lick him, ah – ah-r-re…you make me spend.’ With that, his seed erupted from theshaft, filling the boy’s mouth. Just as his sister had upon her firstexperience of receiving love’s tribute in her mouth, he pulled hishead back in surprise so that Mr. Marchmont’s hot seed began tospatter his face and chest. This erotic scene, and the little girl’seager ministrations to my shaft bought me to spending point too,and with a veritable bellow of passion I directed my emissioninto her mouth, lips and teeth, her hair and over her littlebubbies, topping her soft mounds with rivulets of pearly semen.Taking my hand from my softening shaft, I put a finger toAurora’s chin and directed her gaze to her brother, as liberallycoated in sperm as she was. ‘Aurora, give your brother a kiss’ Iinstructed.Still on her knees, she crawled to her brother. ‘Kiss me dearbrother!’ she said.Henri needed no bidding twice and brought his lips to hers. Soontheir lips and tongues were eagerly mingling and soft mews ofpleasure came from each c***d, maddened by the erotic delightsthey were undergoing.’Henri, kiss your sister’s bubbies,’ instructed Mr. Marchmont.Henri gladly complied, and Aurora arched her neck in pleasure tofeel his tongue first on one nipple and then the other. Henrilicked up my spendings as Aurora began to massage the semendecorating his fair body into his skin. Her hand dropped down tohis stiff little cock and delicate balls. Pink and stiff and hot as hispintle was, I could have devoured it myself. But I would securethat pleasure later, I knew, and so I watched in delight as Auroraplaced a hand on her brother’s chest, indicating him to lie at fullstretch on the carpet. Positioning herself between his legs, shebrought her mouth down to his proud little penis, kissing itsruby head and licking her tongue round the rim. Then sheengulfed the sweet morsel, which was just the right size for hermouth, cupping his balls as he did so.Henri was almost delirious with joy at the maddening sensation.His hips twitched and jerked and his smooth bottom reared up ashe discharged his seed into his sister’s mouth. Eagerly sheswallowed every drop. Thereupon she fell forward across herbrother, bringing her lips to his so that they could indulge in themost passionate kissing. Ah, to see the sweet siblings kiss andcaress each other, it makes me stiff now.’Let us have a little champagne to stimulate us for renewedcombat,’ declared Mr. Marchmont. Alice had alreadyexperienced the stimulating power of the beverage and urgedHenri to sample its restorative powers. The champagne bought aflush to the face of the lovely siblings, each of whom visiblydelighted in the nudity of the other.’Now, my dears, you have had but a taste of the delights oflove,’ announced Mr. Marchmont. ‘And it is my declaredpurpose to introduce you to all the rites of Venus.’Reaching out, he caressed Henri’s little cock with his fingers.Such is the power of youth that it had barely softened at all sincehe poured his seed into his sister’s mouth. ‘Do you know thatthis little plaything is meant to go inside your sister’s cunny?’said he.The boy, surprized, shook his head. ‘Would it not hurt her?”There may be some little pain at first, but after that she willenjoy the greatest pleasure. Would you like to try it, mydarlings?’ said Mr. Marchmont. Henri of course was game foranything, and his sister no less lecherous. ‘Well, my little loves,now Mr. William and I will teach you this sport.’He bade me sit to one end of the sofa, and then had Aurora liefull length on it, her head in my lap. Spreading her legs, hebrought his mouth to her pussey to lave it well with saliva, readyfor the experiment.’William, you do the like for Henri,’ said he. The boy wasstanding in front of me, and I leaned forward a little to take hispenis into my mouth and moisten it well. It had been many yearssince I had sucked a cock, but you may be sure I had no foolishprejudice about it. Maybe one day, dear Beatrice, I will tell youof my own erotic adventures when I was a youth, and how one ofthe older boys initiated me into the ways of love.I had quite the penchant to make the boy spend in my mouth, butas I knew his prick would want all its stiffness to make theattempt on his sister’s virgin cunny, I contented myself with justenough of a suck to prepare him for the charge.’Now then, Henri, position yourself like so,’ instructed Mr.Marchmont, placing the boy over his sister, his cock between herlegs. ‘William, hold the dear girl’s cunny open’ he told me, and Igently parted the lips of her waiting pussey. Mr. Marchmont,holding the boy’s eager penis between his fingers, brought itshead against the outerworks. ‘Now, my love, push on and makeyour sister a woman!’The boy, an eager pupil, began to push into his little sister. Shesighed to feel her pussey entered for the first time and, promptedby nature, clasped her hands to his buttocks to pull him in. Shelet out a little yelp as he pushed his way through her virgindefences, but did not stop, guiding him on until he was fullysheathed.’That’s the way!’ declared Mr Marchmont. ‘Now, dear Henri,begin to move in and out of her. It will give you both the greatestdelight.’ The boy did so, and each lovely c***d gasped inpleasure at the new sensations. My own cock rose ever stiffer,poking up behind Aurora’s head in my lap. I reached forward toplay with her bubbies as her brother worked away in her pussey.Mr. Marchmont gave him yet a new sensation, crouching behindhim and licking his arsehole. The boy clearly enjoyed this newattack, as no doubt was the intention, for it would not be longbefore Mr. Marchmont would outrage the boy’s bottom and hewanted the lad to have only associations of pleasure with thenarrower gate of paradise. I tousled his hair as he worked awayover his eager sister.Under the double onslaught Henri’s movements grewincreasingly frantic, and such was eagerness that his thrustsrocked his sister’s head against my hard penis, providing themost delicious sensation.’Dear Aurora, dear sister, yes, yes, here comes the lovely feeling’said the boy, giving one last shuddering heave as he shot hisessence inside her. I too was at spending point and the movementof Aurora’s soft silky hair on my cock made me shoot; the spermjetted forth, and still in the throes of passion Henri brought hismouth to the gushing flow. He gathered the pearly seed on histongue and then leaned down to kiss his sister, letting the semenflow into her mouth. How their lips and teeth meshed, asbetween them they devoured my spendings!***’The very thought of it makes me rise, see!’ said Willie,interrupting his salacious narrative. So saying, he opened hisbreeches to let free his pego, stiff and hot.I went on my knees before him and began to lick and suck thedelicious plaything, caressing the balls and trying to reach backto tickle his nether hole.’My dear, that’s the way,’ said the enraptured butler. ‘I shallspend almost directly, sweet Beatrice, for I was not able to haveLucy today.’ And indeed it was just a few moments before I feltthe noble shaft throb in my mouth as he delivered his libation oflove.I rose to give him a luscious kiss, saying as I did so, ‘Alice and Ishall be your bedfellows tonight,’ which quite made his cocktwitch in anticipation. Sitting back down, I bade him continuehis salacious tale.***’Now you are a woman, my dear Aurora, and you, Henri, are aman,’ said Mr. Marchmont to the delighted c***dren. ‘And thereare still more secrets for you to be initiated into. But let us rest awhile, and clean ourselves before we renew our sports.’I brought a pail of hot water and soap, and together Mr.Marchont and I cleaned the willing c***dren. He tended to Henri,while I took Aurora. Gently I sponged her face and chest, payingmuch attention to her lovely little titties, before looking to herbelly and wiping away the drying sperm there. But for her pusseyI first used my tongue, licking up the remains of Henri’s spermand enjoying the treat thoroughly. The dear girl wriggled andsighed under my ministrations and I could have outraged herthen and there; but of course Mr. Marchmont had the right togive her a first experience of an adult penis.’Let us stay naked,’ commanded Mr. Marchmont. ‘William, Iwill stoke the fire so that we shall keep warm, and you may servesome refreshments.’ I had prepared a plate of delicioussweetmeats to appeal to the c***dren and they fell upon themravenously. More fizz was poured as well, and a flush ofstimulation bloomed on the face of each c***d as they sipped theintoxicating beverage. Mr. Marchmont had Henri on his kneeand I had Alice, and as we ate and drank, we toyed with eachother. Alice admired Mr. Marchmont’s noble cock, stiff inHenri’s curious hands and while I fed her dainties both from myfingers and lips.’Very well,’ declared Mr. Marchmont after we had somewhatreplenished our energies, ‘Let us return to our little games.Aurora, my dear, it is time for a new lesson in love, for I mean tohave you just as your brother did.’A look of alarm appeared on the little girl’s face as she gazed onhis noble tool. ‘It would never fit inside and I shall not let you!’she declared with a charming pout on her lips.’Your brother has opened the way, dear,’ replied he. ‘And I willsoon make you so you cannot help yourself!’ So saying heseized the little girl round the waist and took her to the sofa.Lying down, he began to gamahuche her, pausing to instructHenri to give his cock to her mouth. For my part I knelt by theside of the sofa and began to caress her sweet youthful titties.Under this triple onslaught she was soon writhing in ecstasy. Mr.Marchmont seized the moment and brought his cock to her dearlittle quim. Moving Henri aside I began to stop her mouth withkisses so that she should not yell out, directing the boy tominister to her breasts.Aurora felt the dreaded attack begin and tried to shrink away, butI held her fast as Mr. Marchmont thrust slowly into her. Shebegan to whimper and moan and drum her little fists against meto let her up, but her desire to stop the proceedings only fired Mr.Marchmont’s passions the higher; Henri, too, seemed to takedelight in seeing his sister handled so. With one great shove Mr.Marchmont was up to the root of his tool in Aurora’s tight littlecunny. Her eyes dilated with the pain and a stifled screamescaped from her. Pausing his movements to let her pussey adjustto the monster distending her, Aurora’s pummelling fists slowedand her struggles quietened. There was still anger in her eyes butthe action of her brother’s lips on her breasts and Mr.Marchmont’s finger on her clitoris soon transmuted that emotionin languishing desire. As her breathing began to quicken inpassion, Mr. Marchmont proceeded to slowly thrust in and out ofher. She responded in time to his movements, rapidly growingmore heated and eager. I observed in delight as Mr. Marchmont’srigid tool thrust in and out of her, the lips of her cunny clingingto the rod as if in tender embrace. Henri too was observing withgreat attention, kissing his sister’s belly as he observed herravishment.The tight loving grip of Aurora’s pussey about the noble penissoon brought matters to a crisis and with a gasp of pleasure Mr.Marchmont fired his seed into her, soothing her bruised partswith his emission. He shot the last few spurts of his copiousspend over her belly, and then gently pushed Henri’s headtowards the pearly sperm, telling him to clean her with histongue. The over-excited little boy did not pause but gladlylicked up the semen pooling in her belly button. Theministrations of Henri’s tongue tickled his sister, and tinklingpeals of laughter escaped from her mouth.’And you must clean me in turn,’ Mr. Marchmont instructed thepliable youth, who just as eagerly took the pendent tool in hismouth and sucked it clean of the mingled juices of his sister andher ravager’s lovemaking. His little cock was as stiff as iron and Icould not help myself. I took the little morsel in my mouth andlicked, kissed and sucked it until he spent in my mouth with anexclamation of joy. I gladly swallowed his youthful emission,thrusting my tongue into his urethra to lick up every drop of hisspend. Then I pulled him to me for a passionate kiss, letting himtaste his semen on my tongue. Aurora sat up and joined in, sothat three set of tongues and lips were entwined together.Mr. Marchmont looked on approvingly. ‘Wonderful, is it not,William, two have two hot and willing c***dren to fuck? Is therenot something unbearably maddening about the little ones whenthey are just beginning to develop?’****”You may well believe, dear Beatrice, that I agreed warmly withmy employer,” said the butler. “Had I not fucked his owndaughter when she was not even twelve years old? And you arebut thirteen years old, my dear, and I would dearly like to fuckyou now. But see, we are close to the hall. Perhaps it would bebest for me to ride up top once again.” So saying, the butlerrapped for Old Adam to stop the carriage – and rapped again, forthe deaf driver did not hear. As the carriage drew to a halt MrWilliam drew a kerchief from his pocket and, moistening it witha little spittle, applied it to my cheek. “My dear, there is a littledrop of my spend there. Imagine if that should be noted!” Aftercleaning the stains of his passion from my face he stepped out ofthe carriage and sat up with the driver.Soon after this the gravel of the long drive up to the house wascrunching under the carriage wheels, and Mr. William, formaland polite, handed me out.His tale had greatly heated my blood, but as he had duties toattend to, I could not find satisfaction in his embrace. Lucy wasgone and Frederick and Alice were engaged in playing croquet.There was no one I could turn to, and nothing for it but to makemy own entertainment.I returned to Theresa Marchmont for after all the story, though asimple moral tale, was not without interest. I read how Theresawas married to Lord Greville, against her wishes – but whatfreedom has society ever given women? – and he proved to be adecent husband. But in due course she learned her true love,Lord Percy, had been killed in the wars in against that notedDutch admiral, Michiel de Ruyter. Theresa was plunged intomadness and confined.Indeed I have a copy of the story on my shelf even now, for itreminds me of days past, when I was still healthy, and so I cantranscribe some of it for you, dear Walter. Mrs. Gore has Grevilletell us:-“It was nearly three years after the period to which I have alluded [which is tosay, Theresa’s descent into madness] that an accident of which I need not remindyou, my beloved Helen, introduced me to the acquaintance of your family. Youmay remember the backwardness with which I first received their approaches;the very name of Percy had become ominously painful to me, and yet it inspiredme with a strange and undefinable interest. A spell appeared to attract metowards you, and in spite of my first resolution to the contrary, in spite of themelancholy reserve that still dwelt upon my mind, I became an acquaintance,and at length the favoured inmate and friend, of your father. Could I imaginethe dangers that lurked beneath his roof? Could I believe that while I thus oncemore indulged in the social converse to which I had been long a stranger, Ishould gain the affections of his c***d? The playful girl towards whom my ageenabled me to assume an almost parental authority, while I exercised, in turn,the parts of playmate and preceptor, beloved as she was in all the charms ofher dawning beauty, and artless naivete, inspired me with no deeper sentiment;not even when I saw her gradually expand into the maturer pride ofwomanhood, and acquire that feminine gentleness, that dignified simplicity ofcharacter, which had attracted me in Theresa Marchmont.My Walter, can you doubt that under my hand the story shouldhave taken a different turn? It is a foolish melodrama in whichGreville pretends his mad wife is dead so that he may marryHelen; and it is on that passion for Helen that my imaginationflies. Shall I let it roam free? I have quite the fancy to makemyself the man. I should indeed have gained the affections of thepretty c***d and I should have exercised more than parentalauthority over her. As preceptor I would have initiated her intothe ways of love even as the charms of her womanhood had yetto bloom. There should have been no agonizing over bigamy &cfrom me; I should not have been the fool Greville was, but ratherused my power and prestige for the most wicked behaviour! Myshort life – as my narrative shows – has been replete with thepleasures of love, yet as a man how much more I should haveachieved! I should have debauched a score of young girls andboys, slaking every outrageous lust the mind can conjure.Later that day I learned that as a result of Mr. William’s businessin town, Mr. Marchmont needed to visit his lawyers in London;and that very afternoon he left, taking wife and butler with him.Naturally this seemed a great blow, for in my heated state I hadbeen anticipating the planned frolic with William and Alice thatnight. But as the poet reminds us, “Here does a sable cloud turnforth her silver lining on the night.” Without William or Lucy toplay with Alice, her passions would be unsatisfied and perhaps Icould push her towards the arms of her brother for solace.Certainly when they came in from their game of croquet thereseemed to be a more than usual flush of excitement on dearAlice’s face.After dinner was served that evening, Frederick dismissed theservants and prevailed upon the aunt to play at the piano so thathe could dance with we girls. He also secured a bottle of fizz toadd jolliness to the proceedings.The house had several books of popular songs, from which theaunt selected Two Merry Girls. It seemed to me the choice wasapt in a way she could not possibly know, and you willunderstand my meaning when you recall the lyrics -Two merry girls, from morn to nightOur mirth and song we mingle,The reason why we never sigh,We both mean to keep single,We both mean to keep single;We climb the hills, We rove the vales together,The tempests blow, no fear we know,Our life’s all sunny weather,The tempests blow, no fear we know,Our life’s all sunny weather.But if amid our green retreat, Some wandering youth we chanced to meetThen tell me, sister, should you fly and leave me lonely standing by?Why sister dear, there’s danger seenWhen youths and maids meet on the green,But, should I fly you’d quickly see, how soon the youth would follow me,How soon the youth would follow me. Oh!My sister dear, your pride is such, You prize your beauty far too much,I really think you’d change your mind, if that same youth would stay behind,You cannot think, my sister dear, he’d stay with you when I was near.Ah! Sister, lest we rivals be, henceforth alone we will wander free,Henceforth alone we will wander free.Two merry girls from morn to night, our mirth and song we mingle,But now I know you want a beau, and mean not to keep single,You don’t, you won’t, you don’t mean to keep single.You don’t, you won’t, you don’t mean to keep single.For that was my exact purpose, to persuade Alice to ‘change hermind’ regarding that ‘wandering youth.’As brother and sister danced to this lively tune, I could seeFrederick’s hand caress Alice’s lovely bottom over her flowingsilk dress. A blush spread across her cheek and she raised herhand to slap his face – yet I could see her slap was more like acaress. Even so, she moved his hand from her bottom to her hip.But Frederick continued to press his suit, darting forward to kissher lips. She let his kiss linger a moment before pulling away inconfusion and going to the table for a sip of champagne.I stepped up and took over the dance. And as Frederick put hishand around me, you can be sure I did not reject any of hisadvances. Tipping my head up I invited him to kiss me, and hedarted his tongue into my willing mouth. Alice was watching us,her lips slightly parted in an excess of passion. Filled with eroticexcitement myself, I felt bold and rude, and my fingers went toFrederick’s trousers and nimbly let free his engorged penis. Hismanly cock pressed up against my silk dress, its purple headalready leaking the clear liquid the presages coition. I dandledmy fingers over the lovely instrument, lifting a drop of the liquidto my lips, making sure Alice saw I poked out my tongue to tasteit. Ah, how her eyes sparkled at the illicit sight!I could not let Frederick spend with the aunt so nearby (despiteher back being to us), so I tucked his pego back in his trousers,broke away from him and opened my arms to beckon Alice totake a turn with me. We had of course had many dancing lessonsat school, and as there were no boys there girl danced with girl,taking turns at the male part. As she came to my embrace, Iglanced at the aunt to make sure she continued unaware of ourlittle games. Pressing my lips to dear Alice’s, I pushed my tongueinto her mouth, my hand ranging over her dress, first on herlovely bottom and then her dear pussey. She pressed against meamorously as I whispered in her ear, “Is not your brother fine andhandsome tonight? And his sweet pego ready to please? DearAlice, shall we share him after we have retired? Say you will, mylove!”It amused me that Alice, usually so bold and provocative inmatters of love, should blush like the greenest maiden at thesewords. How oddly our scruples can govern us! But I could seemy words were having an effect. I kept caressing her as wedanced, doing all I could to stoke her passions and overcome herreluctance to let her brother fuck her.Ah, I played quite the temptress that evening, dancing withbrother and sister in turn, stroking and touching them to keeptheir passions high. Frederick was naturally complicit with myendeavours, kissing and rubbing his sister each time they danced.I made sure we were all well-plied with fizz so that by the timethe aunt suggested we retire, all three of us were at the very peakof erotic anticipation.We went to our respective bedrooms to change, and then Islipped into Alice’s chamber, taking her into my arms to renewmy passionate kisses all over her pretty face, caressing herbubbies under her silk night-gown as I did so.”Let me take you to Frederick, dearest Alice” I whispered. “He isdying to be in you, you would not disappoint him, would you?”Alice, her tongue in my mouth, gave an erotic moan at this butsaid nothing. I took her by the hand and she did not resist as I ledher to Frederick’s room, our naked feet tip-toeing as quiet aspossible down the hallway. Opening his door we found his roomwell lit and him naked on his bed, slowly handling his shaft.Despite having seen his penis many times before, Alice blushedat the sight, for she knew he meant to use it on her.”Dearest sister!” said Frederick, “Come lie by me and let uscaress each other’s charms.” I led Alice to the bed as Fredericksat up and took her in his arms, embracing her and rapturouslypressing his lips over hers. Pushing deep into her mouth, hebegan to lick and suck her tongue. She was all atremble but Ibegan to cover her back with kisses and caress her bubbies sothat the erotic desire should overcome what was left of herscruples against committing the crime of i****t with her brother.So it proved; she became hotter and more eager, returning herbrother’s passion with greater readiness.”Take his pego in your hand,” I whispered in her ear; she did so.”Take him in your mouth, dear Alice” I whispered; she did so.The sight of it was most erotic to my senses, seeing the sisterlovingly sucking her brother’s noble cock. I began to kissFrederick as his sister continued her work. He broke away to liftmy nightdress over my head and kiss my bubbies. I arched myneck in pleasure, intoxicated at the delicious sight that wasunfolding before me – ah, this beautiful brother and sisterbecoming lovers!I wanted to see the final consummation of this illicit passion andtook Alice’s hand. She looked up from her brother’s randy penisand I stooped down to kiss her, our tongues mingling saliva asthe musky taste of Frederick’s cock percolated into my mouth.”Now for the final stroke of love, dearest Alice,” I said to her. “Iwant to see you mount him.”Alice felt one last twinge of morality – “But he is my brother – itwould be i****t – so wrong.””Pleasure is never wrong, dearest love, as long as all parties arewilling. And you know that at Fred’s birthday, Abigail Vavasourfucked her brother Charlie and she told me it gave her thegreatest delight? There is no shame, my dear. Brother and sister,father and daughter, mother and son, boy and man, boy and boy,boy and girl, girl and man and oh – every combination, every act- all is good, my Alice, all is delight.”Fred added his voice to my appeal. “Dear sister, what Beatricesays is true, for Charlie told me he thought he had fucked Abigailthat glorious evening. And I know from my correspondence withhim since then that he and she have become confirmed lovers.They fuck regularly and, believe me, they enjoy it to the utmost.Later, I will show you Charlie’s letter as proof. It is a most racyread, and it will surely pique your salacious nature.”I took Alice by the hand and had her stand. I directed her toclimb onto the bed and straddle her brother. His cock stood upstiff and hard as marble. I had a quick suck at Alice’s cunny,adding my saliva to the juices of love already flowing freelyfrom her. Taking Frederick’s noble tool in my fingers, I held it toher pussey. “Let him in, dear, let him in,” I said. Alice, her facesuffused with blushes, began to bear down on her brother. Iwatched in delight as his eager penis slid into her. Alice gave adeep sigh of pleasure as, for the first time, she was filled with herbrother’s cock.Slowly she began to move up and down on him, quietly moaningin delight. “Dear brother, dear Fred, it is so wrong, so wrong butyet delicious… Oh, Fred, I have indeed dreamed of your lovelycock in me but it was so wicked, how could I tell you?””Dearest sister,” replied her delighted brother. “Why did you nottell me? Do you not know I have wanted to fuck you ever sinceyour bubbies began to grow? And how envious I am that Williewas your first fuck! How I would have loved to take yourmaidenhead, my sister.””Ah Fred, what a shame we did not act on our passions,” shereplied. But then conversation ceased as Alice fell forward topress her lips to her brother’s, smothering his face in kisses,licking him all about. Her saliva flowed freely and Fred gasped,”Dear sister, spit into my mouth, the idea of sharing your salivasomehow maddens me.”As brother and sister descended deeper into their forbiddenpassion, I kneeled on the end of the bed, behind Alice. I appliedmy eager tongue to her bottom-hole and pussey as Fred thrust hiscock in and out of her. I did not neglect Fred either, licking hisshaft as he fucked his sister, and running my tongue over hisballs. I could tell by the increasing pace of their movements thatthe crisis was fast approaching. A wicked idea seized me; I leanedforward and took Alice under the chin, turning her mouth to mefor a deep kiss, and as our tongues mingled I inserted my indexfinger into her fundament and whispered, “You do have anothervirginity you could give to your brother, dear.”This salacious idea excited brother and sister so much that itbrought on the crisis directly. Fred let out a deep gasp as hebegan to spend, shooting his balm of love into his loving sister’scunny. The throbbing of the shaft and hot jets of sperm broughtabout her own spend and her back arched against me,compressing my little breasts, as the pleasure overwhelmed her. Ireached down to manipulate her swollen clitoris as she spent,kissing her neck and running my tongue into her ear as I did so.Her spend done, she fell forward onto her loving brother’s chest,her hair tousled and a patina of sweat all across her tender youngbody. As she lay panting on top of Fred, I once more caressedher from behind, licking the mixed juices of their love from herpussey.”Oh, cease, Beatrice dear, cease, I am too tender,” begged Alice.”Then clench your sweet cunny a little, dear, to expel the fruitsof love so that I may enjoy them.” Alice did so and as herbrother’s sperm dripped from her well-fucked vagina I licked itup eagerly. After that I crawled back up the bed and all three ofus joined lips and tongues in a lingering mutual kiss. Leaningagainst the wall I said, “And do you think i****t so bad, now, myAlice?”Despite the passion with which she and her brother had lovedeach other, she blushed again. But she owned that the experiencehad indeed been delightful. “And now Fred must give you a tasteof the same pleasure, my Beatrice” said she.”He shall indeed,” I agreed. “But let us rest a while, drink a littlechampagne, and have a look at Charlie’s letter of which youspoke, Frederick.”Alice poured the fizz while Fred took the letter from its hidingplace (in Bowdler’s Family Shakspeare) and, unfolding it, beganto read to us.Charlie Vavasour’s LetterH——-d Castle, YorkshireFebruary 1, 18–My dear Frederick,You will forgive me for not writing to you since our revels atyour birthday party on New Year’s Day, for you can be sure ithas not been far from my mind. When you next see LadyBeatrice, pass on my fond affections to her – my God! six timesthat little minx made me spend. She may have had the onlyunfledged cunny of the assembly, but she fucked as if born to it -I hope, dear Fred, you were able to enjoy her charms over the restof that festive season.You will recall that I told you I thought I had fucked my sister inthe mêlée, though I could not be sure – yet it was the meresuspicion that it was she who I was inside which let me achieveanother spend, something I thought not possible after my cavortwith Beatrice. That story pleased you, did it not? – for it gaveyou quite the cockstand, which I was pleased to relieve for you.And did not I draw from you not merely a delicious spend, butalso the admission you were desirous of your own sister? Ah,you rogue!Have you had her yet, Fred? In this letter it is my purpose to urgeyou to make the attempt, for I can tell you I had a little tête-à-têtewith my charming sister and that dear girl admitted she hadindeed been my partner at your birthday revel. She wasshamefaced as she said it, thinking I might despise her for herwicked ways. Not so! Her admission caused a swelling in mybreeches that she could not miss. “Oh, Sir, the confession excitesyou, does it?” said she.I admitted that it did, and drawing her to me for a kiss that wasfar from brotherly, I begged her to be my partner again – this timewith the benefit of illumination that I might enjoy her sweetcharms to the full. Of course I had seen her quite naked at yourparty, dear Fred, yet at that time my erotic feelings towards herhad not yet awoken. But now, as she eagerly tipped tongues withme and I began to unhook her dress to reveal her bubbies to myexcited gaze, my feelings were of a very different tenor.In a trice I had her naked and then she set to denuding me ofevery stitch of clothing. As my cock reared up before her at fullstand, she dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth. Thesight of it was nearly enough to make me spend at once, and soafter just a very little sucking I withdrew my cock from hermouth. Taking her hand to draw her to her feet, I led her to thebed in the inner sanctum of her boudoir (where our interviewtook place). I knew that none of our many servants would dareenter the outer room without knocking, let alone the innerchamber; and so not only were we quite free from fear ofsurprise, but also there was little chance of any sound of ourimpending bout being overheard.Dear Fred, perhaps I am partial as she is my sister, but as I led herto her bed it seemed to me I had Aphrodite herself by the hand -the pouting lips, the glistening eyes, the pearly teeth, the fineswell of her proud bubbies, the milk-white skin, the smoothbelly, the sweet, soft dark hair between her long, slender legs, thecallipygian delights behind – what a perfect vision of beauty!Clasping her in my arms once more, I kissed her with all mypassion and then laid her down on her bed. I proceeded to coverher whole body with kisses, down her neck and over her breasts,where naturally I lingered awhile, kissing her nipples to yetgreeter stiffness and causing her to writhe and wriggle beneathme. I moved on, across her belly and towards the true target oflove, the mons veneris – ah – her delightful cunny! The contrastof her fine black hair and the vermillion of her cleft was adelight. I felt as if I could devour her, and I plunged my eagertongue within.But she was no passive partner. “Turn yourself about on me,Charlie,” said she, “that I may caress you as you caress me.”Easily done, and now she took my raging cock in her mouth as Iset to on her cunny. It was not many moments before I reachedthe crisis and fired my juice into her mouth. Working my tongueon her clitoris she spent a few moments later whereafter wecuddled and kissed in each other’s arms in the delicious languorof satiated love.There was something so stimulating about being in my sister’sbed, with her naked beside me. Soon enough my cock rose againand there was nothing for it now but that I must have her. Layingover her I guided my ready prick into her waiting cunny; howshe sighed to feel me enter her. As I plunged in and out of her Ifirst kissed her mouth and then her bubbies, as she murmured,”Yes, Charlie, dear brother, push on, push on.”To vary the fun I then had her sit atop and ride a St. George onme. How delightful it was to see the lips of her cunny cling to myshaft as she rode me. Then I had a fancy to take her from behind,as the bull mounts the cow; and this seemed to yield a whole newsensation on my shaft as my angle of attack changed. Add to thatthe charming sight of her wrinkled little arsehole (to which Iapplied a finger) now exposed to my lascivious gaze and it is nowonder that I could hold back no longer, positively slammingmy belly into her buttocks as I fired my spend into her.My dear Fred, I must expatiate on the delights of i****t! A youngman cannot walk out with a young lady unless she is hisbetrothed without exciting comment of the most negative kind;yet if that young man walks out with his sister, then all regard itas a most wholesome and natural thing. And therein lies theglory; for Abigail and I have been spending much time togetherand our fond and foolish parents take delight in how we care foreach other. How little idea they have that whenever we are alone,and sure not to be surprized, then we behave in the mostpassionate and indecent fashion, glorying in each other’s flesh.She is Hera and I am indeed Zeus when I fuck her!We have fucked in the gazebo, the boathouse, her bed, my bedand even in the bath (though that took some manoeuvring so thatthe servants should not suspect anything amiss); she even suckedme to a spend in the carriage as we rode to church last week – andas we sat through Vicar Menteath’s somewhat dry sermon sheplaced my cape over my lap, unbuttoned my trousers, andfrigged me to another glorious emission. It was all I could do tokeep my composure as I spouted all over her hand, but Imanaged it so that no one noticed, even having the presence ofmind to take my kerchief from my pocket to wipe her fingersclean.The Bible tells us that “Though hand join in hand … the seed ofthe righteous shall be delivered” – well, did we not give that versea new meaning when Abigail shook Menteath’s hand as we leftthe church! You will smile, Frederick, to learn that the worthycleric even raised her hand to his lips, little suspecting it wasbesmirched with the dried remains of my illicit lusts.I assure you, Fred, that had I seen Abigail then as I see her now,young Bucktown would most certainly not have been her firstlover; I should have made her mine long ago.Open as my eyes now are to the opportunities that lie in takingliberties with one’s own sisters, Fred, I can tell you that mydesigns increasingly turn towards my other sister Dora. She isjust past her twelfth year, and her bubbies are beginning to grow.As I no longer have any secrets from Abigail, I have told her mythoughts and she is enchanted by the idea of it. She has promisedto initiate little Dora into the joys of tribadism and so prepare herfor my suit. The thought of it makes my cock stand as I writethese words, and you may look for another letter from me soonto apprise you of Abigail’s success – and I hope, my own attackon Dora’s virginity soon thereafter.I shall close now, for Abigail has just come into my study andeven now is unbuttoning me. Let me urge you once more, dearFred, to make an attempt on the lovely Alice; your sister is arandy and lecherous girl and I am sure you could initiate her intothe ways of sibling love.Be sure to write to me should you attain that delightful girl, andbe equally sure to burn this letter after reading; you know myfamily’s position in society and we can afford no hint of scandal.With warmest affection,Charlie.***You may wonder, dear Walter, how it is that I am able toreproduce this letter. I will tell you. I took the missive fromFrederick, saying that it should be burned as requested, and that Iwould do so. But it was so stimulating that I was reluctant toconsign it to the flames. And so I wrote to Charlie, asking him sivas escort bayan ifI might keep it, promising on my honour that it should never berevealed. Charlie gave his permission and that was the start of acorrespondence between us that persists to this day.We were often lovers, and I can tell you that he did indeedsucceed in seducing his younger sister. I frolicked with Doramyself, and had the tale from her own lips of how Abigail firstinitiated her into the pleasure that one girl may take in another,and then how Charlie tutored her in all the ways of coition. Itwas a most racy tale, all the more erotic coming from a sweetblushing twelve-year-old girl, and perhaps I shall recount it foryou hereafter, if I can find the energy. There is also the little taleof the time Charlie, Abigail and Dora were engaged in mutualcaresses and were surprized by the younger brother, Alfred, anangelic ten-year-old, and a fine adventure came of that. SweetWalter, my life has not been long, but it has been full.Charlie would have married me, had he been free to choose; butsuch is the status of his family he had to make a politicalmarriage. That is one of the reasons he is already becoming a manof power and influence. His exalted position has let him indulgein the widest and most debauched range of erotic adventures, andhe has shared many of these with me. His role with thediplomatic service, for example, has led him on some verymemorable frolics in Canton. After my death you will find theseletters secure in my vault. Read them, dear Walter, and then burnthem (as I have, after so many years, burned the letter Itranscribed above); for I could not rest peaceful in my grave did Ithink these salacious escapades should come to public attention.It should quite ruin Charlie and many other members of highsociety too. I know I can trust in your integrity, my beloved.And so let us return to the night Fred first fucked his sweet sister.Refreshed by a bumper of fizz and Alice’s sweet kisses about myface and person, I took Fred’s cock in my hand, already at half-mast witnessing his sister’s caresses upon me (and as I have oftenobserved, the sight of two women together maddens many a manwith lust, no matter how spent he may feel.) I took him in mymouth to bring him to full stiffness and then I straddled over himand eased his cock into my snug harbour. Alice tried to heightenmy pleasure by running a finger into my bottom-hole, but withFred’s fine tool filling my pussey there was some pain.”Cease awhile, dear Alice,” I begged her. “And bring your pusseyto Fred’s mouth so that he may pleasure you.” Nothing loth,Alice climbed over her brother and brought her pussey to hismouth. As he delightedly gamahuched her, she leaned forward tokiss me. We sucked tongues most delightedly and soon I spentcopiously. I felt Fred was about to pour his libation into myloving pussey, but I had another plan for the coup de grâce.I let his loving tool slip from my pussey, and, after giving it akiss and darting my tongue into the little orifice at the top, I said,”Now, Fred, Willie took her first virginity, but she has one moreto give, and I mean to see you take it.” Fred’s cock positivelytwitched at this, and Alice gave a sigh of mixed alarm and desire.”Let me see you work on her in the traditional way to stir up herpassions,” I said to Fred.”I suppose I must be on my hands and knees,” said Alice. Shethrust her bottom in the air, and I guided Frederick into hercunny. As he began his work, I applied my eager tongue to herarsehole, alternating with one finger and then two to loosen theway.As Alice, her face pressed into the pillow, moaned in growingfrenzy, I thought of my fuck with Willie on the little island andhis advice about profane vocabulary. My blood was up and I feltno hesitation. “Now, dear Fred, while your cock is as hard asmarble, let us proceed. I want to see you slide it into your dearsister’s arsehole. How about that, dear Alice? Are you ready tobe buggered by your brother? I am agog to see it, beloved, Fred’slovely tool sliding deep into your bowels. I shall withdraw myfingers from your arsehole and put him to it.”Doing just as I said, I guided the head of Frederick’s penis to hissister’s bottom-hole. “Push on, Fred, fuck her little bunghole!Yours will be the first penis she has taken by the nether route.How about that? Does it not delight you, to bugger your sister? Itis the most depraved act, is it not? i****t and sodomy, andperpetrated on a girl who is little more than a c***d!” I could seemy erotic dialogue was having the effect I sought. Fred’s eyesglowed with pleasure as he slowly eased his rigid penis into hissister’s tight bum-hole.Alice began to whimper a little at the novel intrusion, gasping asher brother’s cock stretched her tight sphincter. I put my lips toher ear and whispered, “Courage, my dear, courage, the pain willpass off soon – and you do want him in you, do you not? Yourown brother’s cock deep in your bowels, that’s your desire, yes,to be fucked then buggered and fucked again. I would love tohave him in my own arsehole but I am too tight. It’s a sign youhave the more venereal nature, my dear. Ah, see, now he isalmost fully sheathed in you, how does it feel?” Alice could donothing but groan, her breath coming in deep puffs.I gave her a loving kiss and then wriggled my way under herhaunches, rotating myself so that I could plunge my tongue intoher cunny, its lips somewhat distended by the presence of Fred’scock in her anal passage. I kissed and sucked her dear clitoris,lifting her passions to yet a new level. As she moaned I raised ahand to Fred’s shaft and motioned him to begin thrusting in andout. Ah, how delicious it was, to gamahuche the sister as thebrother’s noble cock slid in and out of the gaping sphincter.”That’s it Fred, fuck her, fuck her, yes, let her feel your fine cockin her arse, oh, she likes being buggered, she likes beingbuggered by her brother, brother and sister, such wicked i****t!”Fred could not contain his passion long under the onslaught ofmy vulgar words and the tight grip of his sister’s bottom-hole.With a convulsive shudder he plunged his cock yet deeper intoher bowels, and I could see the vein on the underside throb andswell as he fired hot jets of sperm into her clutching bottom. Iredoubled my attack on her engorged clitoris and she began tospend while Fred was still firing into her. “Oh – oh – oh” she said(yelped, rather) – “That’s it Fred, I can feel you spurting insideme, oh, fill me up, how delicious to have your cock violating myanus, dearest brother!”Fred’s cock, its work done for the while, began to soften andsoon the tight elastic sphincter of his sister’s arsehole squeezedhim out. As his penis withdrew from its lovely sheath, a gush ofsperm followed, dribbling down onto my forehead. When I feltthe first drops on my forehead, I craned my neck up, bringing myhead back so that I could catch the remaining drops in my mouth,swallowing the mix of Fred’s semen and Alice’s inner secretionswith gusto. That dear girl got off her hands and knees and,flinging her hands round her brother, kissed him warmly. “DearFred, it was agony at first but when the pain passed off it wassheer delight. You may have me that way whenever you please,dear brother!”Not to neglect me, Alice beckoned me into her arms, kissing mewith great delight and even licking the up the drops of spermabout my hair and forehead. “How bad you are, Beatrice, totempt me into i****t and to take Fred’s cock in my bottom-hole,”said she, continuing to cover me in loving kisses. “I think Ishould punish you for it, but after all it was a delight in the end.”Breaking her kiss, Alice nimbly jumped off the bed andwithdrew the chamber pot from under it. “I must use this in anecessary way,” said she. “Fred, you served too much fizz!””I saw it go in, and now I shall see it come out,” said Frederick,lying down on the floor as his sister squatted over the pot.Alice blushed, and said “Fred, how bad you are! But now we arefree with each other, I do not mind you watching.” Then shebegan to fire her hot piss into the bowl and as the yellow streamsplashed and gurgled Fred held his fingers in the flow.”How good it is to see you piss, sweet sister” said he. As her flowtapered off he put his fingers to his mouth to taste his sister’surine before licking off the drops that sparkled about her pubichair.The hour was growing late and we were sated with passion, andso Alice and I repaired to our rooms; but soon after I had put mylight out I heard my door open and Alice crept into the room andinto my bed. “Dear Beatrice, I am too excited to sleep, I mustspend the rest of the night with you. And we need not worry ifMary happens to enter in the morning, for she has noimagination at all. She will only see two little girls who are closefriends and quite innocent of the serious business of love.”What I could not see in the dark was that she had a rod of birchtwigs in her hand. You may imagine my surprise, as I lay on mybed, my bottom thrust in the air at her instruction (telling me thatshe wished to caress me that way) I felt not her tongue but thesharp blow of the rod. I yelped in surprise and alarm and all of asudden I felt her fingers about my mouth, stuffing somethingtherein to keep me quiet.”My stocking shall keep you quiet, Miss!” said she. “You badgirl, to have Master Frederick outrage my bottom so. You mustbe punished for it.” She whacked away with such a will that Ithought she might draw blood, and had she not filled my mouthwith that piece of fragrant silk I should have quite yelled out.I let her have her will on me and after a few more thrashes sheseemed satisfied. Pulling me to her and kissing me with ardour,she said, “There now, that is enough punishment. Let us engagein more loving touches, my dear.” Reversing upon me, sheapplied her mouth to my pussey and I was not behindhand intasting her treasure. She played with my bottom-hole too, butwhile she could only get one finger inside me without pain, Icould get three of mine into her. Soon we both sighed in pleasureand spent mutually. She wiped both our pussies dry with the silkstocking. Then, cuddled in each other’s arms we drifted into asatisfied sleep.We were woken by Mary coming into the room to make thebeds, for it was mid-morning and she expected us to be up andabout. And just as Alice had predicted, she saw nothing wrongwith two little girls tucked up in bed together, for in her eyes wewere just c***dren. “Ah, Mary, we were telling each other ghoststories last night and I became so scared that an ogre would stickhis sword in me, I had to sleep with Beatrice,” Alice explained.It was a stroke of luck that Alice’s birch rod and the silkstocking, soiled with the juices of our night’s love, were hiddenbeneath the blankets else I do not know what Mary would havethought. But disaster was avoided. Alice dismissed the maid andwe set about dressing, and you will not be surprized to hear weexchanged a few loving touches as we did so.For that day’s diversions I came up with the idea that we shouldrecite passages from the Shakspeare in Frederick’s room. Biddinghim get the book, we took turns in giving some of the morefamed speeches. Alice turned out to excel at the pastime, able toproduce the most impressive range of voices. If you had youreyes shut, you would have sworn that Ophelia and Perdita werespoken by different girls – the former refined and elegant, thelatter rustic but filled with simple honesty. Fred and I took ourturns, and even the parents joined in, but the crown went toAlice. She told me later that she had often played with thec***dren of the servants when she was younger and had learnedto mimic a wide range of voices.Fred and Alice went for a long walk in the grounds towards duskand when they returned both were glowing with more than theeffects of a perambulation. As Alice gave me a chaste kiss ofgreeting on the cheek (for there were several servants inattendance) she whispered in my ear, “The narrower gate ofparadise is easier to get through once you know the way.”After dinner we played faro, inviting several of the older staff tojoin in since the aunt was present and there would be noopportunity for any indecencies. As we retired for the night Alicetook me to one side and said in a low voice, “Dear, I have a head-ache and I am a little sore behind, so you shall have Frederick toyourself if you are in the mood for a romp.”Naturally I went to Fred’s room and we enjoyed a slow,languorous fuck. Fred explained that he wanted to maintain someof his energies for Lucy’s return the next day and so we did notattain the heights of lubricity we had achieved the night before.But before I left Fred’s room he asked me to make water for him,which I did. I then held his cock as he urinated and even lickedup the drops from his shaft when the stream ended. I was indeedfeeling an increasing willingness for this intimate display and itmade me desirous of another turn with Fred; but he would savehis powers for his Lucy, and so I returned to my chamber still inan excited mood. But Alice too was hors d’combat and so needsmust I sleep with passions still burning.The parents returned the next day, as did Lucy, and so the housewas once again full of life. Fred made his assignation with Lucyand Alice told me she too had made a compact with Mr. Williamto spend that night in his room. I was of course happy for theirimpending delight, but where should I find satisfaction?The answer did not take long to occur to me; Mr. Marchmont.The butler’s tale had made clear his penchant for youngerpartners and though he had so far taken a properly formalattitude to me I was confident I could draw him out. He was, Iknew, a keen amateur botanist and was proud of his collection ofspecimens from around the dominions. He liked to talk aboutthis and so I prevailed upon him for a lecture. He agreed to theappointment and bid me meet him there a few hours hence. Igave some thought to how best make my attack upon him. I had aGaribaldi shirt in my wardrobe, a style that had just come in. Itshowed my developing figure off to good effect and if I did notbutton it fully it would give him a peep at my little breasts. Ichose the sheerest silk stockings I had, to show my legs at theirbest, and no drawers so that I might have a chance to crouchdown and expose my cunny.Mr. Marchmont was waiting for me in the hothouse and began todiscuss his collection. Had I been less heated (an effect increasedby the moist warmth of our surroundings) this might have hadsome interest. But my goal was pleasure, not learning. As Mr.Marchmont pointed out this plant and that, I leant down toinspect his treasures, hoping he should take a glance at mine. Buthe seemed wholly oblivious to my strategy.There was an orange tree in the glasshouse, and it had beentrained in growing so that its trunk formed a kind of bench. I satupon this bench carelessly holding my legs apart. And, again -nothing! There was perhaps a twitch in his breeches as he saw mylittle nook, yet hardly more than a stir. My dear Walter, it wasone of the few times in my life I had failed in a seduction. Mostpuzzling! I knew he had a taste for the young cunny and here wasa young cunny for him; we were unlikely to be surprized andcould enjoy a frolic. But he made no attempt, not even placing ahand upon me.I was most piqued. I am sure that there was a pout on my face as Ileft the glasshouse, where Mr. Marchmont continued to fuss overhis plants. To whom could I turn for satisfaction now?Ah, sometimes satisfaction comes from an unlooked for quarter!Early that evening Mrs. Marchmont sent her personal maid,Betty, to me to request an interview in her boudoir. Betty tookme to the door, knocked, and retired. I entered. I had not been inthis room before or indeed this corridor of the house. The roomwas sumptuously decorated and hung with paintings that Iassumed to be former generations of Marchmonts. Long curtainsin green velvet hung over the windows, with sofas to the side anda large chaise longue also in deepest green. The door to the innerchamber was closed, and Mrs Marchmont sat at a fine escritoire,in the Queen Anne style, writing a letter. She looked up upon myentry.”Ah, Lady Beatrice” she said, a rather severe expression on herface, and bid me stand in front of her. I was a little alarmed bythis. The family knew I preferred not to use the honorific. Was Ito be punished? Had she learned of my debauches with herc***dren?”Lady Beatrice,” she said again, “We must have a delicateconversation.” Seeing the alarm on my face, her expressionsoftened a little. “Do not be alarmed,” she said. “It is simply thatwhat I have to say is a little awkward. Come closer, to my side ofthe desk.” I did so and she took my hands in hers. “Beatrice, youare becoming a young woman now, and perhaps you are notaware of the new obligations this brings to a lady. My dear, yourshirt is certainly a fine-looking garment, but you mustunderstand the need to button it properly.”I feigned not to understand her meaning, obliging her to explainmore clearly. “I noticed earlier today when you bent to pick up abook you dropped that you quite exposed yourself – yourbreasts, I mean, dear” – here she blushed a little – “and that is notproper at all. Of course between we women it is not such a badthing, but you must think of Frederick and the male servants -and even Mr. Marchmont. You know nothing of the ways oflove yet, but when a man sees such sights he may becomeenflamed and that would put you at risk. You must rememberpropriety and modesty.”As she said this she let go my hands and began to fasten theupper buttons of the offending garment. As she did so, her handsbrushed across my little breasts, bring my nipples to attention.Mrs. Marchmont noticed the hard little nubbins outlined againstthe fabric and, it seemed to me, she gave a little start andsqueezed her legs together.Still playing the innocent ninny, I said “It is the first time I haveworn the shirt, so I am not familiar with it. But let me try as if Iwere dressing in the morning.” So saying, I began to unbuttonthe shirt as if to practice closing it properly.”Beatrice – I don’t think…” began Mrs. Marchmont, but in a tricemy nimble fingers had the shirt unbuttoned and opened,revealing my swelling breasts to her gaze. Her face flushed red inearnest, and I had no doubt but that she was stimulated. Her eyeswere riveted on my bubbies and her eyes positively flashed fire.Now was the time for me to take action before she came to hersenses and told me to dress. I took her hands in mine and placedthem over my breasts. “Sometimes I feel so strange here,” I said.”And when I touch them, I get such an odd, tingling feel all overthat I wonder what is happening to me. I even imagine someonecaressing me… and perhaps you caressing me now – oh, is thatterribly wrong, dear Mrs. Marchmont?”She was undone. I could tell by her more laboured breathing andparted lips that she was growing overcome with desire. “Call meFrances, dear,” she said. “And would you truly like to becaressed, even by one of your own sex?””Oh, more than anything, dear Frances,” I said, looking directlyinto her eyes.”My sweet Beatrice!” exclaimed she, pulling me close to her andpressing her mouth to mine. I pretended to be behindhand in theways of love, even though the sensation of my little bubbiespushed up against her much more womanly breasts was drivingme mad with lust. I kept my lips closed until her tongue pushedthem apart and began to explore my mouth. Then I began tomimick her action, locking my tongue with hers so that oursaliva mingled most delightfully.Breaking away from her for a moment I said, “Frances, yourbubbies are so much bigger than mine, I must see them!” Sosaying I eased off her gown and reached behind her to unlace hercorset. As I did so she thrust her tongue into my mouth again,and placed her hands on my buttocks, giving them a mostdelightful squeeze. Then she helped me ease off the corset so thather lovely breasts were exposed to my view. I cupped them bothin my hands, revelling in their pleasing weight, so much heavierthan my little buds. I had to devour them, covering each in kissesand saliva and making Mrs. Marchmont – Frances – sigh indelight. Now her fingers were at my skirt and soon it dropped tothe floor, leaving me just in my stockings. “No drawers!”exclaimed Frances. “Oh, my bad little one, that is not proper nowthat you are becoming a young lady.”Again she clutched me to her fondly, her hands now on mynaked bottom and her tongue in my mouth. “Lie on the chaise-longue, dearest,” said she. “I must give you the caresses you haveso been longing before.” Light on my feet I dashed to it, asFrances stood, letting fall her skirts so that she too was in aglorious state of nudity. Such a profusion of hair she hadbetween her legs, what a contrast to my own almost bare littleplaything! Frances first locked the door to the room – “For wemust not be disturbed in what is about to happen, dear” – andthen knelt down by the chaise longue. “My darling, you must tellno-one about this, for it is a dangerous game.””Oh, do caress me, Frances, you may be sure I shall keep thesecret.” Once more the older woman pressed her mouth to mine,her hand reaching to my excited pussey as she did so. She thenbrought her skilful mouth to my breasts, making me arch myback in delight as she licked my nipples to yet greater attention.Her finger explored my heated pussey and she started a little asshe found herself able to slide three fingers in. “Dear puss, haveyou been playing here? You surely are too young to have let aman ruin you, darling?””Dear Frances, as I shall keep this secret so I must keep thesecrets of another, but be assured nothing has taken place againstmy will.” This seemed to satisfy her somewhat, and she replacedher finger with her eager tongue. How my pussey glowed as hertongue and lips played about the heated parts! I clutched herhead in delight, my fingers twining in her hair. “Ah, Frances,dear Frances, Frances, that’s so wonderful, that’s the way, oh,your sweet caresses… I am melting in desire, lick me, kiss andcaress me!” Under the ministrations of her nimble tongue I soonspent in the greatest delight. Frances took her lips from mycunny and pressed her mouth to mine once again. I revelled inthe taste of my cunt on her tongue as we kissed.”Little fox,” said she. “I begin to think you are not the innocent Iimagined. But I will not ask you to betray a confidence, and Iwill tell you that when I was f******n, just a little older than you,one of the maids introduced me to all the pleasures one girl maygive another. But we were found out; she was dismissed and Iwas whipped. It has been many years since I indulged in the act,and it is a great joy to practice the arts of Sapphic love on you.”Kissing her fondly, I said, “And now I will practice the art uponyou, sweet Frances. Let us swap places for the experiment.” Istood and she took my place, reclining luxuriously on the chaiselongue; ah, I fancied the Venus of Urbino had come to life beforeme. I covered her face in kisses, dashing my tongue into hermouth, nibbling her lips and then kissing the hollow of her neck.Her full sweet breasts now demanded my attention. “So fine!” Iwhispered. Taking a nipple in my mouth I was delighted to feel itswell and stiffen. I caressed her lovely breasts, again marvellingat their bounteous fullness compared to my small bubbies.”Lower, dear Beatrice, go lower,” breathed Frances. I was ofcourse the willing lover, kissing down her belly and to hergloriously-haired cunt, so much more bushy and luxuriant thanthat of her daughter which I knew so well. I kissed all over thehairy forest, delighting in her intimate scent, more powerful thanthat of Alice and indeed Lucy. Applying my lips and tongue tothe crack, I found her positively running with moisture, such washer excitement. Her pussey lips seemed to gape open in pleasureand she begged me to enter her with first one finger, then two andthree. I did so, while still using my mouth on her. Her clitoriswas greatly more developed than mine, standing tall and proud. Iwanted to add still further to her delight and so I taking myfingers from her pussey, now well-coated in her essence, I easedmy index finger into her wrinkled little arsehole. “Oh, dearBeatrice, how wanton! How can you be so young, look soinnocent, yet know such tricks?”Ah, indeed I could have devoured her, so glorious was her bodyto me. I almost wished I were a man so that I could get deeperinto that delightful cunt from which both Frederick and Alicehad emerged years before. Thinking that I was about the cunt ofthe mother and had also enjoyed the pussey of the daughter andcock of the son that came from that same passage greatly addedto my salacious enjoyment. As I eased a second finger into herfundament she spent in ecstasy, almost drenching me in herliquor. You may be sure I lapped up as much of it as I could,before wriggling my body up over hears to seek a loving kiss.Lying over her, feeling her breasts against my body, her hands onmy buttocks and her tongue in my mouth, I spent again withouther even touching my pussey.Tenderly I lay in her arms. “Dear Beatrice, sweet Beatrice,” shesaid as she gently stroked my hair. So loving, warm and tenderwas our embrace that I drifted into a perfect reverie for someminutes. Frances started me from this with her caressing fingersonce more exploring my intimate parts. “Shall we delight in eachother again?” she whispered, kissing me tenderly. I agreed mostwillingly, ready to revel in this fine woman’s charms.Rising from the chaise longue, she went to her desk, taking asmall bunch of keys from a drawer. Then she took me by thehand, saying, “Let us go to my bedroom, dear c***d.” Openingthe door, I saw a room somewhat more plainly decorated than theouter chamber, with fine large windows through which thesetting sun shed its dwindling light. Frances lit several lamps toadd to the illumination. Then she went to a small chest by theside of the bed, decorated with ivory and mother of pearl. “Comeand see, my love,” said she as she selected a key from the bunchand applied it to the lock. Sliding open the draw I was delightedto see a dozen or fifteen godemiches in it, in a range of sizes.”Little puss, you know what these are?” said she. I squeezed herhand by way of affirmation.”Mr. Marchmont comes to my bed but seldom,” she explained,”and so I have this collection to pleasure myself – to pleasure usboth, indeed.” Giving me a luscious kiss, she settled on the bedand bid me straddle my legs over her hips. Grasping me by theshoulders she pulled me down and for several minutes more weindulged in the most loving of kisses, her hands and fingers busyabout my breasts, cunny and bottom as we played. But this didnot admit of me having my full share of the fun, and so I nimblyreversed my position so that I could apply my mouth to her cuntwhile she did the same service for me.She slid a finger into my pussey to moisten it well and theninserted it into my smaller orifice. “So warm here, little one” saidshe. I applied my tongue to her nether hole, thrusting it well in.”Dear, use this on me there,” said Frances, handing me a long,thin godemiche. I once more licked her arsehole to ensure it waswell moistened, and then eased the instrument inside her. Shetook another one, this of shorter and fatter design, and worked itinto my longing cunny. I exhaled in pleasure at this newintrusion, and so we went on, my tongue about her cunt andworking the dildo well in her fundament, and her finger easing inand out of my tight little anus while she worked her little toy inand out of my pussey. Indeed it felt delightful, so much firmerand more rigid than the stuffed leather finger Alice had so oftenused on me.I resolved to prevail on Frances to lend me one of her wickedtoys for my personal use – but my true plan was to use it onAlice. Ah, the thought of using the mother’s dildo on thedaughter was erotically intoxicating. Then I thought of using iton Master Frederick’s arsehole. To use the mother’s toy on thedaughter and son – it was such a wickedly delicious idea that Ispent at once, delivering my tribute to Venus directly intoFrances’ mouth. She, older and perhaps a little slower in herpassions, took longer to reach the peak of pleasure but I wasnothing loth to keep working at her pussey and anus, adding asecond godemiche to her cunny to partner the one in her bottom-hole until she spent in glory.I clambered back round so she could take me in her arms, andonce again we kissed and cuddled with great affection. “DearBeatrice, how happy you have made me!” said she. “We mustplay again soon, but if you stay much longer you may be missed.So let us dress and bring this delicious encounter to an end.”As we dressed I begged to borrow from her collection. “You mayselect what you like, my dear,” she replied. “But do be sure tohide them well. It would not do for the servants to find you inpossession of such things.” I promised I would be discreet andmade my choice – and, as you will readily guess, Walter, I chosethe two I had used on her so intimately. Dressed, and with myprizes carefully hidden in the pocket of my dress, I left her room,all aglow from this erotic adventure and the anticipation ofscandalous escapades to come.My mood was quite light that evening, my former sulks banishedby the excitement of a new love. Both Frederick and Aliceremarked on my somewhat giddy disposition. I told neither thesecret of it, merely wishing them the greatest pleasure in theirencounter that evening.Soon after I was in bed I heard Alice’s door open and I heard herpad off down the hall to make her rendezvous with Mr. William.My mind filled with reveries of her mother’s glorious body andthe next thing I knew I was awoken by the sun pouring throughthe window. I heard Alice singing in her room, and slipping on agown, I went to greet her. She met me with a fond kiss. “Howwas your night, dear?” I asked her.”Ah, how good it was to be in Willie’s strong arms again!” saidshe. “He will always have a place in my heart, being the one whofirst initiated me into the ways of love.” She gave me a briefaccount of their frolic, which I will repeat in her words.Alice’s TaleI left my room when I thought the house was quiet, but as I creptalong the corridor I saw a light coming. I ducked into a littlealcove as my father walked by, no doubt doing a last check thatall was secure. My heart was beating in my chest lest I bediscovered, for what could I then say? But he saw me not, so allwas well. I slipped into Willie’s room, to find him lying on hisbed, quite naked, his pego stiff already. The lamp was placed sothat it cast a shadow of his lovely cock on the wall, magnifiedseveral times. “How would you like one that large?” jestedWillie.”I love yours just the way it is,” I declared, going on my kneesby the side of the bed and taking him in my mouth. This wasjust a little preliminary toying for I wanted to feel him insideme. I climbed up on the bed, first presenting my cunny to him sohe could moisten me well with saliva, just like the first time hefucked me. Then I straddled him, full of delight as he penetratedme, for as you know dear his cock is somewhat bigger thanFrederick’s. As I began to ride him he lifted my nightdress offme, “For I want to glory in your sweet little bubbies,” said he.I lifted myself so that the head of his cock protruded almostwholly out of me, and then pushed down on him. Thisstimulation soon brought on his crisis and he began to spend. Ihad a fancy to see him shoot and so I held his spouting cockagainst my pussey and the hot sperm jetted over my belly andbreasts, even to my chin. I fell forward, kissing him withpassion, smearing the sperm across both our bodies. As I hadnot spent yet he bid me sit over his mouth so that he couldgamahuche me.I began in the forward-facing position, my hands on hisshoulders for support, but after a few delightful moments of histongue working in me I turned round so that I could work hispendent pego back to life. Caressing the shaft, nibbling the headand tickling the balls soon woke the steed from its slumbers. Ishifted my position on his mouth a little, bringing my arseholeto his tongue, sighing in delight as he began pushing the tip intothe sphincter. I am sure you can imagine my plan, dear Beatrice- indeed yes, another taste of that obscene delight that Frederickgave me. I was ready, and placed myself on hands and knees,begging William to enter me. He did not take my hint, I fear, forhe took me in the more legitimate path of love; and indeed sodelicious was the feeling of his ready cock filling my pussey Iwas tempted to enjoy the whole course so. But – no – I wantedthe more extreme delight – and so reaching behind me I took hisshaft in my fingers and directed the tip to my bottom-hole.”Miss Alice, are you sure? You are delicately made there, and Ido not want to hurt you,” he said.”Push on, dear Willie,” I replied. “Do you forget that when youfirst fucked me the pain was no barrier to my seekingfulfilment?”Ah, to feel the big head of his cock push into my narrow tunnel,indeed it stung and I felt quite queer. “Pause a while, Willie,” Iasked the butler. I could feel my anus gaping wide, stretched bythe intruding instrument, but after a few moments thediscomfort eased. “Press on, my love,” I instructed, and I felt hisbelly against my buttocks as his cock glided fully into me. Hebegan to caress my clitoris and, as my amorous feelings grew,slowly moved in and out of me.”Ah, Miss Alice, your bottom is warm and loving and sodeliciously tight,” said my lover. “Do you like my cock insideyou?” – I moaned an affirmative – “Of course you do,” said he,indulging in his penchant for obscene talk. “You like mebuggering you, little one, my cock in your sweet tight bottom-hole. Just thirteen years old and you have had me in everyorifice of your body, what a bad little girl you are, so wicked!”he murmured. His rude talk excited us both to higher passions -“Ah, fuck, yes, fuck, bugger – bugger,” grunted William but all Icould do was moan at the monster so nobly plunging in and outof me.”Let us try a different position,” said William, withdrawing hispego from me. “Sit in my lap, dear girl.” I did so, facing him,whereupon he placed his hands on my buttocks, spread themwide, and once more eased his cock into my fundament.Pressing his lips to mine with grand ardour, he gently lifted meup and down on the probing instrument. Ah! Somehow his cockseemed to reach even deeper into me in this position. Pushingmy torso a little away from him, he stooped to bring his mouthto my bubbies, licking and kissing them in rapture. I spent in anagony of delight and the contractions of my bowels thusprompted brought Willie to the crisis as well. Dear Beatrice, Iswear I could feel each throb and spurt of his lovely penis as itdischarged its tribute to Venus deep into my loving bowels.What a wonderful fuck – buggering, I should say – it was!As Willie’s cock softened, the contractions of my bottomsqueezed him out. I stooped to take the lovely author of my joysinto my mouth, all soiled and reeking as it was, embracing thesheer depravity of the act. We cuddled and kissed in the lovelyafterglow of our delicious spending. Willie whispered in my ear,”That is something the cock never does to the poor hens, littleAlice!” How I laughed at his little joke, dearest Beatrice. After alittle more kissing and toying I bade goodnight to my willinglover and crept back to my bed, sleeping the sleep of the trulyjust – those who have been well fucked!***Pressing me to her so our soft breasts rubbed at each otherthrough the silk of our night-gowns, Alice gave my bottom asalacious squeeze and said, “And you have yet to have a cockhere, my dear… how I would like to see a man operate upon youin that way.” I blushed a little and called her a wicked minx, andthat brought our little tte-ˆ-tte to an end.The day proved to be a glorious one, and Frederick declared itwas perfect weather for a picnic. He made a pretence of invitinghis parents, and to his obvious pleasure they declined. Thus itwas that Old Adam drove our little party – being Alice andFrederick, William and Lucy, and of course your lovingBeatrice. Fred directed the driver to take us to a hilltop aboutthree miles from the house, where we should eat and then enjoythe walk home. Easily done; Adam took us to the spot andhelped us carry the blankets and hampers and otheraccoutrements to a nearby forest clearing that Fred had chosenfor the meal. Frederick then dismissed the driver, reminding himto return the next day to collect the various items for we did notwant to be encumbered in our peregrination back to the house.The glade was indeed a lovely spot, surrounded by spreadingoaks dappled with sunlight. William laid the blankets and Lucyprepared the food, and as we ate and drank we talked ofinnocent things – Frederick of his progress at school, Lucy ofher recent trip home, Mr. William of his experiences in Biarritz(his wholesome experiences, I mean you to understand) and soon. But under this easy chatter ran an electric current ofanticipation, and it seemed as if each eye was glorying in thebodies surrounding it.Withdrawing a bottle of fizz (the precursor to so many of ourrevels) Frederick stood. “Let us be free,” said he, “and have nosecrets. We know how things stand between us, butnotwithstanding our varied pleasures we have not yet had agrand encounter. Let us repair that oversight, and all delight ineach other’s charms.””I shall be Master of Ceremonies,” he continued. “And to beginI would like to see you, dear Mr. William, take Lucy.” Alice andI clapped in delight at this and William nodded his head inacceptance of the task. Beckoning the willing maid to him, hebegan to kiss her lovingly, making sure we spectators could seetheir tongues entwining. Soon the maid’s uniform was at herfeet, her fine body exposed to us. Mr William shed his clothestoo, his prick stiff and ready for its duty. Laying Lucy on theblanket he placed himself over her and brought his cock to thecharge. The lusty maid was already inflamed with desire andeagerly received his noble tool. I crawled closer to watch as heplunged in and out of her while Alice began to kiss Lucy’smouth, sucking her tongue and fondling her proud breasts.Frederick stood looking on, his prick released from his breeches,stiff at the appealing scene.This was just a preliminary fuck to begin the revel and it wasnot many moments before Mr. William let out a gasp – “Ispend!” said he, withdrawing from her pussey to spray hissperm across her belly and breasts. Alice and I eagerly licked upthe pearly strands, before each giving Lucy a loving kiss.”Dear sister,” said Fred to Alice, “I yield the gavel to you. Youshall pick what you would like to see next.””Ah, Fred, how kind,” said the girl, a sparkle in her eye. “Ichoose you to fuck dear Beatrice.”It was just what I would have had her say, and I patted theblanket to indicate Fred lay down beside me. His prick was stillstanding proud from his breeches, and I caressed it in my fingersas he kissed my face and neck, sucked my tongue, and began toundress me. I was in a ferment of excitement as he stroked andfondled my bubbies. Alice, William and Lucy observed indelight as Frederick and I undressed each other fully. Fred layback on the blanket, beckoning me to straddle him. Easing hiscock into my longing snatch I rode a fine St. George upon him.I was eager for him to spend and give me the libation of love forwhich I was longing, but Alice had other ideas. Placing a handon my shoulder to stop my motions upon her brother, she toldme to lie over Fred reversed and embark on a mutualgamahuche. No soon said than done, and I took Fred’s lovelycock into my mouth as his tongue laved my pussey. I felt afinger at my bottom-hole and craning my head back I saw it wasAlice trying to invade my arsehole. As always it was a littlepainful to have anything penetrate my smaller hole, but suchwas my lust the pain only added stimulation. I continued to kissand caress Fred’s pego, hard as marble.”It is coming Beatrice, yes, keep sucking, you will make mespend directly,” gasped Fred. I redoubled my actions on his cockand felt his balls give a convulsive shudder; the sperm boiled upas I locked my lips round the tip of his penis to make sure Iwould not miss a drop of his lovely emission. The delight of hishot sperm filling my mouth set me off into a wonderful spendand I almost smothered poor Fred with the frenzy of myemission. Clambering off him I turned to him for a kiss,mingling tongues and saliva.”And now you have the say,” said Alice to me.”I say, more fizz,” I replied. “Let us rest a few minutes andrecharge our energies.” William served the champagne and itsoon lifted us to a new state of feverish anticipation.”Let us proceed,” I said. “The next romp must be brother andsister.” Ah, how sweetly Alice blushed at that. I knew she hadgreatly enjoyed her first fuck with her brother, yet she feltshame and guilt too.”Bad Beatrice,” said she, her face red, “to let the secret out.” Buther shame was mixed with stimulation, and I knew she wasready to commit the illicit act once more.”Dear Mistress, feel no shame,” said Lucy. “For it is a morecommon desire than you think. I have an older brother, Tom,and when I was twelve or so he began to beg me to lie with him.I never would, thinking it a great sin. But that was before dearMr. William initiated me into the ways of love ? and so when Iwas home last weekÉ.” Now it was the maid’s turn to blush,despite her words that Alice should feel no shame. “Well… thatis a tale for another time, perhaps – but dear Mistress Alice, Iwill think nothing worse of you to see you fuck your brother.Indeed it would be most stimulating.”Alice somewhat regained her composure. “Well then, Frederick,let us do as requested,” said she. Fred, still naked, lifted thesitting girl to her feet and began to undress her, covering herwith kisses as she did so, lips and tongues twining. He kissedher white neck and ran his tongue in each ear. Then he kneeled,the little girl still standing, and began to worship her smallbreasts, the nipples taut with excitement. Kissing down acrossher belly, he swirled his tongue in her navel (making hersquirm) before applying his talented tongue to her mons veneris.She placed her hands on his head as if to push him harderagainst her. “Oh, Fred, how nicely you kiss me there,” she said.”Dearest brother, you give me the most wicked pleasure.”Fred then pulled his sister down onto the blanket with him,kissing her yet more delightedly and caressing and squeezingher delicate little titties. The sister, her passions growing, tookthe hot and ready cock of the brother in between her pretty lips,licking and sucking him well, cupping his testicles with her softand delicate hand. Fred’s cock, stiff already, seemed to stiffenand grow yet further under his sister’s loving actions. Her richblonde hair fell across his lap, like a pool of gold.”Do not spend in her mouth, Fred,” I instructed. “I want to seeyou fuck her properly, her snug little pussey is just the place forthe fraternal penis.”Alice, an increasingly eager partner in this game of i****t,ceased the ministrations of her mouth and positioned her cunnyabout the eager weapon. She gasped in delight as she sank uponthe ready steed, riding him with delight and energy.”Fred, give your sister the postilion,” I commanded. I took hisindex finger in my mouth to moisten it with my spittle, and hethen duly applied the finger to Alice’s sweet wrinkledfundament. She let out a little yelp of delight at this, and so theyran on, lost in lust and love for one another, until with a yell anda great heave of his hips Frederick discharged his libation intohis sister’s cunny. She, feeling the hot sperm pump into her,spent in the greatest delight. “Oh, what a delicious sin to fuckmy brother!” gasped she. “Dear Fred, how I love to feel you inme, you shall have me whenever and wherever you like.””Dearest sister,” replied he, “Your little pussey is my temple ofworship, and I only regret I did not become a hierophant wellbefore this.””And now,” I said, “Let Lucy have her pick.”Lucy said she would have made the same choice as me, to seebrother work upon sister, and was ready to yield the honour toWilliam. But Frederick was not satisfied with that. “Then youmust choose something else, my dear,” said he.”Ah, my other idea is so wicked you would not obey,” was herreply.”Say it, still” urged Fred. “You may be sure I will obey.””Then I should like to see Mr. William take your pego in hismouth and suck you to a spend,” said she. “For both you and hehave often said how salacious you find the idea of Alice orBeatrice in my arms, and how all men like to see girls playtogether; well, sir, I say we girls we must have our whimsrespected too!”Both Fred and Willie looked a little discomfited at this demand.Frederick, however, spoke up. “Since I started school I havehardly been a stranger to the fun one boy may have withanother,” said he. “It is an action of necessity when no girls areto be had. When surrounded by the fairer sex, as I am sodelightfully now, then it is the girls I prefer to play with. But,dear Lucy, I promised to obey and I am wiling to do so, if Willieagrees.”Willie indicated his agreement.”Ah, but I am not finished yet,” said Lucy. “After you havespent in Willie’s mouth, Master Fred, I want you and MistressAlice to suck him to a spend, taking turns, and I want to see himshoot his seed all over your faces.””Lucy!” expostulated Alice. “Wherever did you get such awicked idea?” The lusty maid merely smiled and said, “But willyou do it?” Alice accepted the charge.Willie dropped to his knees in front of Fred, whose cock wasalready raising its head at the thought of the encounter. It wasnot long before Willie had kissed, sucked and licked Fred to aglorious cockstand, not forgetting to kiss and caress his testiclesas well. The imaginative butler even worked a finger into Fred’sarsehole and you may be sure that under such stimulation it wasnot very long before Fred gave a convulsive sigh and began tofire his juice of love into the willing butler’s mouth. Willieswallowed every drop with gusto. Fred withdrew from thebutler’s mouth, his cock now softening in contrast to the butler’srampant and ready tool.Willie stood, his eyes glistening at the anticipation of the wickedact that was about to take place.”Dear sister,” said Fred, reaching out a hand to Alice, “shall webegin?” Brother and sister knelt before Willie, and Fred took thenoble instrument in his mouth, sucking and kissing it lovinglybefore directing it at his sister’s mouth. Then they both began topay their homage, licking and kissing the shaft and scrotum,their tongues and lips often mingling as they did so; and howthey delighted in kissing each other with the head of Willie’spego between their lips!The butler was sighing in ecstasy at this double attack, boy andgirl, brother and sister, worshipping at his cock and balls witheager passion. “My darlings, I am ready to spout,” said he,grasping the root of his cock in his fingers. He directed the firstgout of pearly sperm across Fred’s upturned face, before turningthe flow to Alice, splattering her with his seed. Then he turnedagain to Fred, ensuring that both brother and sister were equallysoiled with his randy flood. Lucy was watching the obscenedisplay with her fingers plunged in her lovely quim, and as thebutler’s spend died away she instructed, “and finally, mistressand master, I want to see you lick up all the spend on eachother’s face.”The siblings complied, tenderly caressing each other as theylicked up Willie’s emission. Alice sucked some of the semeninto her mouth and then kissed Fred, transferring the deliciousgift to him. As brother and sister cleaned up all traces ofWillie’s passion, Lucy brought herself to a glorious spend. Ipresented my cunny to her mouth and in just a few seconds hereager tongue brought me to the same peak of pleasure.When we had somewhat recovered ourselves, Lucy said “Andso now it is your turn, William.””Let us have a general romp, and be free with each otherwithout hesitation,” said he.I needed to hear it but once, and jumped directly into the arms ofFrederick. Kissing him with ardour I said, “You have just spent,I know, but I shall bring you back to hardness again.” As I tookhis pendent cock in my mouth, Alice declared that William mustfuck her from behind, while she gamahuched Lucy.”But first you must do as Beatrice is doing, for my cock ispresently exhausted,” said she.Alice and Lucy both set to the task, kissing and caressing thebutler’s genitals – and kissing and caressing each other too -until his weapon showed new signs of life. Seeing him ready forthe charge, Alice turned onto her hands and knees, lasciviouslywiggling her buttocks at the butler.”Guide him into me, Lucy,” said the little girl, and her randymaid obeyed, putting the head of William’s cock to her waitingcunny. “And now lie in front of me, dear, so that I may revel inyour sweet charms,” continued Alice. The lecherous maid gladlydid so, spreading her legs for Alice’s amorous attack. Williethrust in and out of her with increasing vigour, and this sight,plus my work, brought Fred to full stand.”Fuck me like Willie is fucking Alice,” I said, arranging myselfso that I could kiss Lucy as I was being pleasured. No soonerwas Fred’s lovely cock buried in my pussey than my busytongue was in Lucy’s mouth. She and I receiving doublestimulation, we soon spent in delight.William and Fred, having already worked well that day, bothdeclared they had no more spend in them. “Yet you each keepyour stiffness still, so let us change positions to vary the fun,”said I. “Fred, let me see you fuck your sister’s bottom again,while Mr. William replaces you in my cunny. Lucy, you shallfirst prepare Alice’s bottom-hole for the fun, and thrust yourtongue into William’s and Fred’s bottom-holes in turn.”William withdrew his glistening cock from Alice’s tight cunnyand the loving maid applied her mouth to the little girl’swrinkled pink arsehole. Once she had wetted it well, she putFred’s cock to the sphincter and he began to push and shove hisway in. Lucy then moved behind Fred to suck and tongue hislittle hole. William eased his lovely cock into my snug pussey,and began to thrust in and out.As he worked away I could not take my eyes off Alice,crouched next to me, with her brother’s eager cock buryingitself deep in her bowels. How the sphincter gaped about theshaft, and how Alice moaned at each stroke of the invadingweapon! I marvelled at how she could fit the monster insidehere when anything more than a finger gave me pain.Fred’s movements in me intensified as Lucy went to work onhis arsehole. “Oh, dear Lucy! How good your tongue is there,work it in well, my loveÉ ohÉ now I feel your finger too -how wonderful it is – oh – oh – you make me spend!” Thussaying, Fred gave down yet another tribute to love, gasping withthe delicious agony of it. I could see his penis twitch as he firedhis sperm deep into his sister’s bowels, and as she felt the hotjets she too spent. I seized Fred’s now wilted cock as it poppedout of Alice’s anus, gladly licking it clean.Mr. William, still working in my pussey, now withdrew. “Ah, Iam not as young as you, my dears,” said he, “and my restorativepowers are not as great. But I shall make you spend once more,dear Beatrice.” The loving butler then applied his mouth to mycunny and between his clever lips and tongue about my clitorisand his little finger in my arsehole, he soon made me die awayin delight.”Well, my dears,” said he, wiping my spendings from hismouth, “we are all fucked out for the present, so let us walkhomewards.” We dressed, and then William and Lucy packedup the various accoutrements for Old Adam to collect later.”Look here, Mr. William,” said Lucy, “This blanket is quitesmeared with sperm. What would the other servants say if theyshould see this?” The clever maid cleaned away the signs of ourlittle orgy with a cup of water before folding it away neatly.As we walked back to the house, Mr. William took my hand inhis. I whispered that we should fall back a little so that he couldcontinue his tale of the seduction of Aurora and Henry.Frederick and Alice did not miss us because, as Alice later toldme, they had persuaded Lucy to say more about her brother.Alice repeated the salacious tale to me, and, if I can find theenergy in my weakened state, I shall repeat it for you, dearWalter.The Butler’s Tale, continuedMr. Marchmont was in a state much like I am now, pretty wellfucked out. And so he declared an end to our sports for that day,bidding me wash each c***d clean, dress them, and send them ontheir way. “Come back at this time tomorrow, my darlings,” saidhe, “and we shall continue our romps.”The c***dren returned as instructed the following day, comingthe door hand-in-hand, and even bearing a posy of flowers theyhad picked. What a bucolic scene it would have appeared to anobserver; but once the c***dren were inside and the door andcurtains shut to prying eyes, what indecencies and libertieswould take place!Inviting the little darlings in, I led them into the main room. Mr.Marchmont was sitting there clad in a dressing gown, his prickrising up as the lovely, blushing c***dren entered and presentedhim the posy. “Thank you, my dears, and you are quite the littleflowers yourselves.”He directed Henri to sit in his lap. “Let us embrace, dear boy,”said he. “And as I kiss your sweet lips, William here will giveyour sweet sister the same pleasure.”I sat down and beckoned Aurora to sit on my knee. “Look,dear,” I said to her. “Is it not a fine thing to see your brother inthe arms of a man?” She watched the pederastic display indelight until I placed a finger under her chin to tip her mouth upto mine. Thrusting my tongue past her lips, I explored hermouth, nibbling her pretty tongue and making her squirm withdelight.Nimbly, I began to undress the little girl, kissing her sweet littlebreasts until they were well covered in my saliva. Mr.Marchmont’s pego had now risen to full stiffness, and Henri,entranced by the hairy monster poking up between his slender,milk-white thighs, had seized it in his hands. “Kiss it, dear boy,”said my employer and the little lad willingly stooped to take theengorged rod between his lips. As Aurora observed this, I easedher shift from her so that now the lovely twelve-year-old wasfully naked. How maddening her almost hairless little cunnywas to me!”Would you like to see Mr. William fuck your sister, dearc***d?” said Mr. Marchmont to Henri. The lad nodded eagerly,eyes bright with glowing lust.After kissing Aurora’s pretty mouth once more, I had her standand leaned down to apply my tongue to her little cunny,moistening it for the attack. She wriggled in delight at this and,judging her ready, I put my hands under her arms – she was aslight as a feather, it seemed to me – sat back, and eased her downon my eager pego. She puffed a little as I entered her, her youngpussey still not used to a noble weapon, but did not complain. Ieased my full length into her cunny, which adaptedmarvellously to the invasion. Then I began to slowly thrust inand out of her. Soon she grew randy, reaching her hands roundmy neck and pulling me to her for a lascivious kiss, thrustingher little tongue into my mouth.Henri watched the display with the greatest delight, his littlecock rearing up stiff as a poker. Mr. Marchmont whispered tohim, “Would you not like to fuck your sister now, dear boy?”Henri owned that he would do the very thing, once I hadfinished with her. “There is a way you can fuck her now,” saidthe lecherous man. In accordance with our previously devisedplan, I held the girl’s buttocks wide open as I fucked her. “Seethat little pink wrinkled hole? You can slide your dear cock inthere.”Henri’s eyes widened at this. Aurora gasped and said, “Henri,you shall not do that to me, that is not what that part of my bodyis for!””He shall do just as I please, my fine girl,” said Mr. Marchmont.Again in accordance with our little plans, I now held the girlfirmly round the torso. She tried to wriggle free, but of course invain. “You shall not! You cannot!” said she, in a hot temper.”Now, Henri, kneel between Mr. William’s legs and lick yoursister’s bottom-hole well,” instructed Mr. Marchmont. “Henri!Do not be so dirty!” cried Aurora, sounding more angry still.But Henry, his blood up, went to his task with a will.I withdrew my cock from her cunny to make Herni’s entryeasier. Mr. Marchmont then raised Henri to his feet and,kneeling before him, sucked and kissed his little cock. “Dearboy, position yourself like so,” he said, placing the boy betweenmy legs and with his cock near his sister’s smaller hole. Then hetook the little pintle in his fingers and placed the head direct onAurora’s fundament.”Henri! For shame! I am your sister!” cried Aurora. Sheredoubled her effort to escape my grasp but I held her firm.”Push, push on, Henri,” instructed Mr. Marchmont, his eyessparkling in delight as he observed the tip of Henri’s penispenetrate Aurora’s virgin bottom-hole. The little girl yelped inoutrage as she felt her brother’s cock push into the part of hershe thought was only made for another purpose. “Henri, itstings, oh, it stings, can you be so cruel to your sister?” she said,tears on anger springing into her eyes.Henri was deaf to her piteous pleas, and with another shove hiscock was buried to its little length in her bowels. “Now, move inand out, my love, and your sister’s pains will turn to pleasure,”said his tutor in the obscene arts.So it proved; as Henri buggered his sister (enculer, as we say inFrench, dear Beatrice) her struggles in my arms quietened andthen ceased. She began to emit soft murmurs of pleasure. “Soyou begin to like it, little one?” I asked her. She turned her faceup to me, suffused with shame – yet excitement too. “But it is sodirty,” she whispered. “Nothing that gives pleasure is dirty,” Itold her, bringing my lips to hers for a kiss.Henri’s movements in and out of her bottom were growing quitevigorous now. Aurora, almost without being aw

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