you!' I said, slipping down on my knees in front of her, and before she
could help herself my head was under her clothes and my tongue trying to
tickle her clitoris, as my hands forced her yielding thighs apart. It
was too much for her. The cordial had so warmed her blood she could
hardly tell what she wanted; besides, I was a lady, and not a man, so
there could be no harm in that, as she afterwards told me.
"How I did gamahuche her as she fell back on the sofa and let me have my
way. She wriggled, heaved and sighed.
"I could hear her gasp out: 'You darling; you love! How nice; how
delicious!'
"Then her spendings came in a thick creamy emission, and I sucked it all
up, and delighted her so by the tittillations of my tongue that she soon
came again.
"After a little I got up and sat by her side.
"'And you, love, won't you allow me to kiss and return you the exquisite
pleasure you have just afforded me?' she asked, as she kissed me
excitedly.
"I pretended to resist her attempts to get at my cunney, and at last
blushingly told her that I was one of those unfortunate beings (which
perhaps she had heard of) who had a malformation, something like the
male instrument--in fact, it was capable of stiffening, and always did
so under excitement, exactly as a man's would do.
"'But, darling,' I added, 'it is quite harmless, and can do no mischief
like the real male affair. Now you, I know, will be too disgusted to
want to kiss me, although I am dying for you to afford me that
pleasure.'
"This avowal seemed to excite her still more, and she assured me that
she had often heard of hermaphrodites, and that they could have women as
well as a man.
"'And now, darling, I am more anxious than ever to see and caress the
jewel you must have. I own I have often wanted to feel what a man is
like, and you can oblige me without any risk if you will. Will you, my
darling?'
"She had got to the object of her desires by the time she ceased
speaking, and at once commenced to kiss and caress it; the idea that
perhaps I might be a real man never seemed to occur to her mind.
"'Oh, do have me, Miss Murray. I should so like you to ravish me; my
blood is on fire; I'm not in my right senses; the sight of such a
darling fills me with such a longing that I can't restrain myself. If
you don't do it for me, you shall never love my little fanny again!'
"She had it in her mouth directly and sucked it so lusciously that I
felt I should spend in her mouth if I did not have her properly at once,
so I jumped up and asked her to lie on her back on the sofa and open her
legs well.
"She did so at once, and turning up both our dresses we were soon belly
to belly; her hand kept hold of my prick and directed it to the mouth of
her cunt herself.
"By heavens! she was a virgin, and so tight! but I clasped her round the
waist, and pushed furiously; so much so that she fairly screamed with
the pain and tried to shove me away; but the crisis came, I shot a warm
flood of sperm into her tight sheath, which, besides easing it a little,
so excited the dear girl that she heaved up her bottom to meet me, and
as I happened to push hard at the same moment, John Thomas fairly
crashed through all the defences of her unbroken hymen, leaving nothing
but a bloody wreck behind, as he went in up to the hilt.
"She did not scream, but giving one long, deep-drawn sigh, fairly
swooned away under me.
"I did not withdraw, but lay as lightly as possible on her, making my
prick throb in the tight-fitting sheath which imprisoned it so
deliciously. I could feel the folds of her cunt contract on my shaft of
love with a most delightful spasmodic twitching, such as I had never
enjoyed before, and in about five minutes she opened her eyes and, with
a smile, whispered: 'Oh, dearest, what a dream! I dreamt I was smashed
to atoms; then my soul soared away to heaven, and I have been in
Paradise, tasting such exquisite sweets, such thrills of love, and now I
wake up to find it is you, darling, and that dear thing of yours that
gives me such pleasure. How I feel it deliciously filling every part of
my womb! But you are not a man, are you, darling? you can't do me any
harm, can you? Do tell me that, love, and I shall be happy; otherwise I
should tear myself from your arms and burst into tears!'
"How beautiful she looked! such a lovely flush of excitement on her
pretty face! how could I undeceive her, so I glued my lips to hers, as I
murmured: 'No, darling; I'm not a man. I can't hurt my love!'
"'Then, darling, give me all the pleasure you are capable of with it,'
she said, smiling and heaving up her buttocks at the same time as a
challenge for me to go on.
"My God! what a fuck we had! She kept me in position till I had come
four times. You would think my prick would have wrinkled up from
exhaustion, instead of which I was so unnaturally excited that it
swelled bigger than ever, and, although I did not spend again, we kept
on ding-dong till I had fairly used her up and she had to beg I would
let her go, as she had no more strength.
"How many times I made her spend it would be impossible to say.
"You won't be surprised to hear that that dress did not easily fit. She
came so many times to try it on, and fucked me so dry, that at last I
had fairly to run away from Richmond, and she will be very lucky if she
does not get a big belly."
"Have you had many adventures of that kind?" I asked.
"Yes; plenty of them. I can tell you a lot of amusing adventures; but
now, Eveline, Selina and I want a bit of fun with you, all alone by
ourselves. It will be real love; not the mercenary, paid love we give
our customers. I have got quite fond of you, and Selina won't be
jealous. She will assist to make me happy; won't you, my darling?"
He rose from the breakfast-table, and opening the piano, ran his fingers
over the keys; then motioning me to come to him, gave me a luscious
kiss. "You darling Eveline, I'm sure your prick stands," he said,
groping under my dress and finding it was as he said. "Now I will play
you a nice piece, only I have a fancy to have you in me, and you must
both fuck and frig me as I play to you," he said, as he made me sit on
the music-stool, then raised my dress, and turning his bottom to me,
lifted his own clothes and gradually sat down in my lap; as my stiff
prick went up his bottom, my hands went round his waist, and I clasped
that glorious cock of his, and he began to play and sing "Don't you
remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt?" from a parody in the _Pearl Magazine_,
which he had set to music.
It had such an exciting effect on me that I shot my sperm at once, and I
felt him spend all over my hands at the same time.
"Now, wasn't that nice, dear Eveline? Do you love your Laura a little
bit?" he said, stopping and twisting his head round to give me a long
sucking kiss on my mouth.
We kept our places, and he played several more pieces before we came
again; then we adjourned to the bedroom, and he rang for the breakfast
things to be cleared away.
The door was at once bolted, and then Laura asked me if I had ever been
birched.
"Oh, yes," I replied; "and it's delicious when properly applied."
"Well then, Selina has not had any fun yet, and I don't think you will
be any too ready to oblige her, so we intend to tie you up to the
bedstead and see how soon the twigs will reinvigorate you, my darling.
You know you were naughty and rude to me while I sat on your lap just
now, so you must be punished for it at once."
It was useless for me to remonstrate against being tied up, as they were
too strong for me, and I was soon secured by both wrists to the foot of
the bed; then my skirts were pinned up and my drawers opened and let
down to my knees.
"Ha, we have her now, the rude little slut!" exclaimed Laura. "Let me
just pick out a proper little swishtail, and I'll take all that out of
her naughty, impudent bum!"
I had never had a very severe birching, and rather dreaded they were
going to be too hard on me. My poor prick had fairly shrunk up into his
skin.
"Just look at that shrivelled-up thing, Selina. Did you ever see such a
useless looking bit in your life? Stand clear and let me apply the
reviver!"
Laura had got a long, thin bunch of birch, consisting of only three or
four twigs, elegantly tied up with ribbons. Swish!--I heard it cut
through the air, and if I had not been tied as I was I should fairly
have jumped, such a stinging cut did I get.
"Ah! oh!! oh!!! Good God! not so hard, or you'll draw the blood!" I
almost screamed out, as I winced under the pain.
"Ha! that was a beautifully practical illustration of how the birch
should be applied. But perhaps you will like that better--and that--and
that----?"
Three stinging cuts followed in rapid succession, and almost took my
breath away.
It was no use calling out, so I fairly bit my lips to repress any cry
of pain. It was not so much the weight of the blows but their smart,
stinging severity. It soon made my bum all of a glow, and I began to
experience a decided feeling of pleasure, my prick standing as hard as
possible once more.
"Hold; hold; don't draw the blood, Laura dear!" cried Selina. "You've
raised him finely. Now let me enjoy my turn; I long for him in my bottom
at once. I can't wait while you play with him any longer; but you can
touch him up when he is in me, to keep him to his work."
She was untying my wrists as she said this, and in less time than it
takes to tell I was into her bottom and Laura's prick was in mine.
Never shall I forget the excess of lubricity of this triune fuck; we
seemed all so excited; we fairly spent again and again, till nature was
so exhausted that we lay in a confused heap on the bed, as our pricks
soaked in each other's well-lubricated bumholes.
At last we thought we had had enough for one day and a night, so after
taking a most loving farewell and promising to visit them often, I had a
cab called and drove to my lodgings, where I can assure you I stopped
two days to thoroughly rest and recruit my strength before venturing
upon any further use of either bottom or prick.
Soon after this introduction to Boulton and Park, I had a funny
adventure in the Temple. A note came from a barrister--in fact, a
leading Q.C.--to say that Mr. Inslip had mentioned my name to him as
likely to oblige him in a certain way, and would I be so good as to give
him a call at his chambers at 4.30 p.m. next day.
Of course I went, and was shown into the private room of Mr. Horner, who
I found had a lady with him.
He at once dismissed his clerk, with the observation "that he should not
want him again to-day," and then, as soon as the door was closed,
turning to me, said:--
"Mr. Saul, I am much obliged that you answered my note so promptly. It
is not that I require your services myself, but this lady here wants a
good fucking."
"Awful! the man's mad! Pray let me out!" almost screamed the lady in
affright, as she made a rush to the door.
"Stop her! Don't be a fool, woman!" shouted Mr. Horner. "Didn't you come
here to be fucked?--now just answer that question--yes or no--as we say
in court. Tell Mr. Saul the truth."
The lady covered her blushing face with her handkerchief, and began to
sob.
"Well I never; there's no understanding women at all. No wonder I never
got married," exclaimed the Q.C. "Would you believe it? She came here to
be fucked; I tell you the plain truth. I wanted a nice housekeeper, a
free-and-easy one, that would humour me in anything I might fancy, and
Miss Wilson here answered my advertisement. We were some time beating
about the bush, till at last I plainly told her she would have to stand
fucking, and must come to my chambers one afternoon on trial. She should
have fifty pounds if I did not engage her, and two hundred a-year as
lady-housekeeper if she pleased me. My God, I sent for you to fuck her.
I didn't mean to do it myself; the fact is I require a very peculiar
kind of excitement before I can get a cockstand. Now, Miss Wilson, you
understand this is a nice young fellow, far nicer than myself, and I'm
damn'd if I don't see him fuck you! We'll have a glass of fizz first,
and then to business."
We had the champagne, then opening a door into another room I saw a bed.
He gave me a sign, and I helped him to strip the frightened young lady.
She was powerless in our hands, and I noticed he took quite a
particular pleasure in humiliating her and acting as rudely as possible
in every way he could think of.
When she was stripped I commenced to throw off all my clothes, while he
was amusing himself, kissing and tickling her cunt and clitoris till the
poor young lady was almost dead with shame, besides being so excited
that she could hardly contain herself.
"Now jump up," he exclaimed, "and don't spare the randy bitch. She's
spent all over my fingers!"
Miss Wilson was too much overcome to attempt any resistance to my
attack. She was not a virgin, so I soon got into possession of all she
had and began to fire her blood still more by a good rapid fuck, Mr.
Horner all the while slapping my arse with his heavy hand, as he laughed
and almost screamed with delight.
This excited me immensely, so that you may be sure I did not spare our
victim, especially as she was so beside herself with real erotic emotion
that she heaved, wriggled, and squirmed about beneath me, and when the
spending crisis came she was so carried away by her lubricity that her
arms held me almost like a vice, and she actually made her teeth meet in
the fleshy part of my shoulder.
Mr. Horner now joined in by putting one finger up my bottom, and then in
a minute or two more I felt his prick take the place of his digit.
Mine was a most delightful position. I never enjoyed anything more than
I did being sandwiched between him and Miss Wilson. Not one of the three
seemed anxious to bring such a delightful conjunction to a close, and I
am sure Mr. H. was all half-an-hour fucking my bottom, whilst I
continued to make Miss W. respond in the most amorous manner possible to
the motions of my excited pego.
She so far forgot herself as to say soft endearing things, and would
every now and then ejaculate:--
"Ah! oh! how delicious! You make me come again; I can't help myself. I'm
in heaven. Push, push now, there's a darling!"
Whilst the barrister was so carried away that he fairly screamed with
delight.
I was handsomely rewarded for my services, and he took Miss Wilson for
his housekeeper, and I afterwards often went through the same
performance with them at his residence in Palace Gardens, Kensington.
The next adventure I can think of was at a garden party given in honour
of the Prince of Wales; I will not say exactly where, but it was in the
grounds of a noble mansion on the banks of the Thames, not a hundred
miles from Richmond.
Lord Arthur took me with him, dressed as a midshipman, and I was
presented to his Royal Highness as the Hon. Mr. Somebody, I can't
exactly remember the name now.
After promenading for some time we met an elderly gentleman to whom he
introduced me as a member of Inslip's Club.
"Eveline," whispered Lord Arthur, "this is Lord H----, who has heard of
your attractions; let me introduce and leave you with him."
Lord H---- expressed the great pleasure he had in making my
acquaintance, adding to Lord Arthur, "that he hoped his young friend was
not too shy or mock modest."
Being reassured upon this point, he took me for a walk into some of the
most shady parts of the grounds.
At last we came to a very retired arbour with a seat behind some
rock-work and a small fountain playing in front.
"Just the spot for us," said his lordship. "Let me sit down here and
make a better acquaintance, my dear!"
He was as loving as if I had been a young girl all at once, and then as
I blushed at his observations about my appearance, and the promising
bunch in the fork of my trousers, he proceeded to handle me, and pressed
his lips to mine in a long breath-sucking kiss.
I wished he had been a nice young fellow, but his attentions soon
aroused all my usually excitable feelings--my cock throbbed, and stood
as stiffly as ever under the soft pressures of his hand, as he held it
inside my trousers.
"I must kiss this darling jewel!" he exclaimed. "I love to swallow all
the spendings of a nice young fellow like you, Eveline."
Then going on his knees before me, he put my prick in his mouth and
sucked me most lusciously, whilst with one hand passed under my bottom
he postillioned me in the most delightful manner possible, and when the
crisis came in a few minutes he swallowed every drop with the greatest
possible relish.
His next proceeding was to lower his breeches and get me to bugger him,
which seemed to afford him equally exquisite pleasure, as his old prick
stood as stiffly as possible. And after I had spent in his arsehole, he
made me toss him off for a finish.
When we rejoined the company, one of the retinue of His Royal Highness
begged for an introduction, and after some little conversation, assured
me my fortune would be made if I would only consent to visit Berlin and
Vienna, as he could introduce me to many of the highest personages in
Germany.
Not caring to leave good old England, I politely declined his overtures,
assuring him at the same time that I had not the least objection to be
introduced to any of his eminent countrymen, should they happen to visit
London.
On our return to town in the evening we found Boulton and Park waiting
for us at his lordship's chambers. They wanted us to join in a special
pederastic orgie, to take place the same night at the house of a certain
young Earl, who had two young foreign pages just arrived, the one from
France and the other from Italy, and their introduction into the mystic
circle was to be the chief event of the night's programme.
Lord Arthur had another engagement, which prevented him coming with us,
and so I went with them.
They had a private brougham in waiting, which took us to Grosvenor
Square.
A very sedate and elderly footman ushered us upstairs to a
dressing-room, which formed part of the Earl's own special apartments, a
suite of six or seven rooms, rigorously set apart from the rest of the
house, where none but his confidential servants and pages were ever
allowed to enter.
At the time of our visit the Countess was out of town at Scarborough,
assiduously carrying on an anything but innocent flirtation with a
certain young Marquis; but the Earl, her husband, cared not a fig for
that, so long as he enjoyed himself in his own way.
"His lordship will expect you in the billiard-room in half-an-hour. You
will find your portmanteaus all right. They were placed here directly
they arrived an hour or so ago," remarked the footman as he withdrew.
"Then we must not lose any time, my dear Eveline. You will find I have
brought a charming costume for you," said Boulton.
Notwithstanding sundry loving jokes and liberties we were soon ready to
see the Earl, and as we entered the billiard-room, found he had three
other gentlemen with him, all young fellows like himself, under
twenty-five or thereabouts.
"How are you, my dears? Laura and Selina, how lovable you both look; and
this, I suppose, is the charming Eveline I heard so much of the other
night at Inslip's. These are my regular chums, who call themselves Mr.
Wirein, Mr. Cold Cream, and the Hon. Mr. Comeagain. You will, of course,
find their names and pedigrees in Debrett if you care to look them up.
Now, don't be bashful, and I will also introduce you to my three pages
who are in special attendance on us to-night."
Saying which he opened the door of what looked like a large bookcase,
and there stood three of the prettiest boys I had ever seen, each of
them quite naked with his stiff prick in his hand.
The eldest, apparently, was a fair young French fellow about seventeen;
the second an olive-tinted, but very handsome Italian boy of fourteen;
and the third an exquisitely formed little nigger boy of about
thirteen, with a prick that any man might have been proud of.
How I longed for the little black fellow!
The billiard-room opened into another fine apartment, used as a
smoking-room, but in reality most luxuriously fitted up with most
seductive-looking couches and ottomans, the heavily-curtained windows
being separated by mirrors which extended from floor to ceiling.
His lordship conducted me to one of the sofas, whilst Laura and Selina
took seats between the other three gentlemen.
Refreshments were served by the pages on little tables in front of us;
then, at a sign from their master, they commenced a gambol at leap-frog
all round the room.
This was a most exciting and beautiful sight--to see three such young
Adonises flying over each other's backs, all their pricks as stiff as if
carved out of stone; then what a study of graceful forms the
ever-varying contour of their lovely figures presented to our fascinated
gaze during the evolutions of their game.
In the midst of the game Lady Isabel was announced, and I at once
recognized Mr. Fred Jones, looking as beautiful as ever in his ladylike
get-up.
This made four ladies and four gentlemen, besides the pages, and the
Earl at once, handing me over to Mr. Wirein, sat himself down with Laura
to a couple of pianos at the end of the room, and they struck up what I
understood to be the "Slap-Bum Polka."
"Lay the boys across your laps, ladies, and slap them well!" exclaimed
Mr. Cold Cream; so, catching hold of the little nigger beauty, I threw
him across my knees, just as my partner got me on his lap, with my
clothes raised and his stiff prick inserted between my thighs, one of
his hands passed round under my clothes till he could get at my prick,
and also frig that comfortably, whilst I turned up little Jumbo's bum
and made him wriggle on my lap like a little eel at every smarting
impact of my hand on his ebony posteriors.
The others were doing the same. Isabel was slapping Léon the French
page, whilst Selina had Menotti the Italian, and right well did their
hands bring the crimson flushes to the boys' bottoms as they slapped
them as hard as they possibly could.
Our partners encouraged us by saying, "Bravo! lay on to them well. Make
them spend under the slapping! Look how their pretty little pricks swell
more and more at every blow!" etc., etc.
And so it was.
Then, just as we fancied our little victims really would spend their
virgin essence, our partners shifted their cocks from between our
thighs, and at the same time applying a little cold cream on the outside
of our fundamental entrances, they slipped into our bottoms in the most
delicious manner.
Mr. Wirein had a lovely prick, which just fitted me exactly, and to
judge by the faces of Isabel and Selina they were equally well pleased
with their partners' affairs.
Little Jumbo's eyes were fairly streaming with tears under the pain of
my slaps. I was too excited to feel the least inclined to spare that
ebony bum of his, for I scarcely knew what I was doing. His cock, quite
seven inches long, young as he was, so took my fancy that I quickly
raised him so that he stood on my lap and brought it right opposite to
my longing lips, which instantly took the coal-black head into my mouth.
Did you ever see a nigger's penis when excited? The head of it is the
blackest part of his body, and looks like a bit of black marble when the
skin is drawn back. I wetted one of my fingers--the middle one of the
left hand--and passing that arm round his bottom, kept him steady whilst
at the same time I postillioned his little bottomhole; my right hand
holding the shaft of his lovely prick or playing with his balls whilst
I sucked his delicious jewel of love.
My partner was equally active. His prick swelled and throbbed in my
bottom as I gently rose and fell upon it, whilst the hand that was
frigging me kept well to its duty.
"You darling! you love! Oh, Eveline, I'm coming! Ah--ah--there it is, my
love. Can you feel it shoot into you?" he exclaimed.
My own emission came at the same moment, and thoroughly lubricated his
active hand as he afforded me the most intense pleasure in both parts at
once; and to add to my emotion little Jumbo shot what I believe to have
been his very first spendings into my mouth. My lips closed convulsively
on the head of his pego, and with a long-drawn, continued suck, drained
and swallowed every drop of his virility as it gushed into my longing
mouth.
When I think of that conjunction even now my prick sticks up in a
moment. Never before or since has my fancy been so excited or have I so
enjoyed the very acme of bliss.
The others also enjoyed themselves immensely, and the Earl had Laura on
his lap as he sat on the music-stool before the piano.