



Produced by Daniel Fromont









[Transcriber's note: Anonymous, _The power of mesmerism_ (1891),
1891 edition.  A classic Victorian erotic novel]





THE POWER OF MESMERISM



A HIGHLY EROTIC NARRATIVE OF VOLUPTUOUS FACTS AND FANCIES.




PRINTED FOR THE NIHISLISTS. MOSCOW 1891






Brackley Hall was a fine old place in the lovely country of Devon and
had been in the possession of the Etheridges for centuries.

The park was beautifully wooded, and stretched down on one side to the
coast, commanding in all directions the most enchanting views.

Mr. Etheridge was a man of some forty years of age, of singularly
handsome appearance, and bore evident traces of the Italian blood which
flowed in his veins. He had the appearance of a man having strong
amorous passions, but his manners were as gentle as those of a woman,
and he was universally popular throughout the whole county.

His wife was a woman of unusual beauty. Descended from an old Spanish
family, she had married when but sixteen years of age; Mr. Etheridge
having met her at the house of some friends, and as they mutually fell
in love with each other, their united entreaties overcame the objection
raised on account of her youth, and in fact the warm blood that flowed
in her veins had ripened her beauty to an extent almost unusual in
those of more phlegmatic races.

She was now in her thirty-fifth year, and in the full zenith of her
charms. An exquisitely shaped head graced a neck and shoulders white as
alabaster, large liquid eyes, and long drooping lashes, a nose of
perfect form, and two ruby pouting lips that seemed made to be kissed.

Her form was magnificent, of commanding height, widely spreading hips,
and a bosom of massive proportions, the firmness of which rendered
stays entirely unnecessary; a fact that was evident on watching the
rise and fall of those two lovely globes, their form being perfectly
defined even to the nipples, beneath her well-fitting dress.

Her glance was electric, and it was impossible to meet her look
unmoved, she exhaled an atmosphere of voluptuousness of the most
maddening force.

Her daughter Ethel, who had left school in Paris but a few months, was
the very counterpart of her lovely mother in her leading features. She
had just completed her seventeenth year, and was of tall, graceful
stature, with a perfect figure. The smallness of her waist contrasted
perfectly with the ravishing fullness of bosom and wideness of hips.
She had the liquid eyes of her mother, but they were suffused with a
humidity that was perfectly maddening, and the expression of every
feature of her lovely face and palpitating form spoke of a warmth of
temperament and lascivious abandon that would have tempted an anchorite.

On a bright summer afternoon, in the year 18--, father, mother, and
daughter were waiting at the railway station, anxiously expecting the
arrival of the remaining member of the family, Frank, who, a year older
than Ethel, had been finishing his education in Germany, and was now
returning to take up his residence at Brackley.

At last the train arrived, and they hardly recognised the handsome,
tall, and fine-looking young fellow who leaped out to greet them.

A few hours after reaching the house the parents noted a peculiar
change that had taken place in their son. A dreamy languor seemed to
have taken possession of him, in place of the exuberant flow of animal
spirits that characterised him as a boy. He had a strange habit of
looking as though he were endeavouring to read the very thoughts of
those with whom he came in contact.

Mrs. Etheridge noticed this particularly, but thinking he was fatigued
by his long journey, made no remark. But the most remarkable effect was
produced on Ethel; her brother seemed utterly unable to remove his eyes
from her. Her singular beauty, and the nameless charm that pervaded
her, seemed to have an irresistible attraction for him. Every time that
his eye rested on her she trembled violently, and seemed labouring
under some mysterious and powerful influence. Her lovely breasts
heaved, and the humidity of her eyes increased, and she still seemed
unusually excited after her brother had left the room in order to dress
for dinner.

Some friends had been invited to dine, and Frank found himself placed
between his mother and sister. He glanced alternately at the two lovely
bosoms, well exposed by the low dresses each of them wore; and his face
flushed, and he seemed for the moment about to faint, but almost
immediately recovering himself, he proceeded with his dinner and joined
in the conversation.

In the course of the meal he ventured again to glance at his sister,
and as she was leaning forward he saw the lovely valley between those
hills of snow.

He accidentally pressed his knee against hers, she immediately looked
at him fondly, and her breasts rose and fell tumultuously as she
mechanically pressed closer to him.

Nothing further happened on this occasion, but they had a most charming
evening in the drawing room, and Ethel and Frank seemed to have formed
a more than usually close friendship. They had not seen each other for
four years, and their reunion seemed a source of the greatest delight
to both of them. Mrs. Etheridge also inspired her son with the most
intense affection.

Before retiring for the night Frank proposed an early walk on the
grounds, as he was anxious to renew his acquaintance with all the spots
so attractive to him when a boy, and Ethel joyously assented. Six
o'clock was agreed to, which would leave them two good hours until
breakfast time.

When Ethel retired to rest she was in a state of wild excitement and
could not banish her darling brother's image from her thoughts.

At length she fell into a troubled sleep, and after tossing wildly
about, awoke suddenly and found that she was spending, her nightdress
and chemise were saturated, and her lovely cunt was throbbing with the
extasy. She was no stranger to this sensation (as the reader will
subsequently learn), as she habitually produced the result with her
fingers; but this emission seemed more madly exciting than any she had
ever felt before, and was produced without the usual means. At length
she fell asleep again, but dreamt continually of her brother.

He, for his part, was mentally exercising a power he had acquired in
Germany (the peculiar circumstance of the manner in which he gained
this knowledge will be duly explained later on), and this was
sufficient to account for his sister's condition.

Punctually at six o'clock on the following morning, brother and sister
met in the hall. She threw herself into his arms and embraced him with
great affection. "You darling brother," said she, "how glad I am to
have you back with us; it seems like a new world to me."

"My dearest sister," replied he, "it is I who am the happy one, I
cannot express to you the delight and happiness I feel in your society,
after so long an absence."

After embracing again they started on their ramble; Ethel pointed out
all her pet flowers and every spot that she liked, until they found
themselves, at length, in a charming little grove overhanging the beach.

"Frank, darling," said she, "I have a headache; shall we sit down here
and rest a short time until it goes away?"

"Certainly, my darling, and I think I can relieve that headache by a
simple expedient I learned in Germany."

He then sat down opposite to her, and taking her two thumbs held them
in the palm of his left hand, while with the right he made passes from
her head to her feet, at the same time gazing into her eyes with a
literally devouring look.

As he proceeded the humidity in her lovely eyes increased until the
eyelids at last closed, and her head sank on her bosom.

After continuing the passes for a short time longer, her brother, still
keeping his eyes fixed on her, gradually allowed her hands to slip away
from his, and fall on her lap. He appeared intensely excited, his
nostrils were dilated, he breathed hard, and his eyes seemed to burn in
their sockets.

He gently laid Ethel down on her back, and after waiting to satisfy
himself that she was in a fast mesmeric sleep, he placed one throbbing
hand on her hip, and gradually raising it till he found the lovely
prominence of one charming bosom, then his other hand sought its
companion, and he pressed those heaving hills of snow which he felt
perfectly under her thin muslin dress. He next knelt down by her side,
and brought her breasts fully to view; they were indeed lovely, the two
little pink nipples were stiffly erected, and seemed wooing to be
kissed. She wore no stays, and his hand wandered over her lovely
velvety skin down to her enchanting belly. Then rising, he leant
forwards and gradually raised her dress in front.

First, her lovely ankles were seen, then her swelling calves,
beautifully shaped knees, and glorious thighs. Frank felt faint and
sick, and was compelled to desist from further exploration till he had
somewhat recovered.

In a few moments he gently separated those divine thighs, and his eyes
were riveted on his sister's darling little cunt, which now lay fully
exposed to view. Two lovely coral lips, which were slightly parted,
moist and throbbing, first met his gaze. He separated them yet further
with his finger and saw the exquisite clitoris perfectly visible.
Utterly unable to resist the temptation, he glued his lips to the
lovely spot, and titillated the clitoris with his tongue. Almost
immediately she began to writhe and twist about, and he felt her balmy
emission flow into his mouth as she spent with low moans. He then
desisted, and releasing his bursting prick commenced slowly to frig
himself, while gazing on the exquisite beauties exhibited to his view.
With spasmodic jerks the semen flew from him while he moaned with
pleasure.

Now fearing discovery, he carefully wiped his sister's cunt with his
handkerchief, which he madly kissed afterwards, and adjusted her dress,
removed all traces of his own spending, and proceeded to awaken his
sister. Placing her in a sitting position against a tree, he
recommenced his passes, this time in a contrary direction, and she soon
after opened her eyes.

After looking at him vaguely for a moment, she flung her arms round his
neck, and kissed him. "Oh," she said, "I have been asleep, and had such
a delicious dream."

"Has your headache gone?" said he.

"Oh," she replied, "I did have a headache, but not a symptom of it
remains."

She was evidently utterly unconscious of all that had taken place, and
her brother suggested they should resume their walk.

At breakfast Mrs. Etheridge said, "You have had a walk betimes this
morning, my children, and you are both looking quite rosy."

So they were, but she little knew the cause.

After breakfast Mr. Etheridge addressed himself to his son, "Your mamma
and myself are obliged to go to Lynton this afternoon on family
business, and I fear we shall not be able to return until late, but I
have no doubt you will be able to amuse yourself; Ethel will, I am
sure, do her best to keep you from getting dull on your first arrival
at home, after so long an absence."

When they had started, Frank accompanied Ethel into her sitting room,
and begged her to sing and play for him, in order that he might hear
what progress she had made.

She at once complied with his request, and he sat by her side watching
with glaring eye the rise and fall of her lovely bosom as she sang him
a charming little song, full of simple natural tenderness. He was, in
fact, lusting madly for his own sister, and why not?

In the earliest history of our own race incest was no sin; why should
we now consider it as such? On the other hand what can be more
intensely exciting than the knowledge that one is indulging every
feeling of lasciviousness conjointly with one united so nearly by ties
of blood and kindred.

When she had finished he burned to enjoy her, but dared not, and with
an effort he left the room, saying that he had some letters to write.

He went to his bedroom, but on his way thither he saw the adjoining
door open and recognized a dress his sister had worn on the previous
evening hanging against the wall. Her bed was still unmade, her
nightdress was lying on it, and by the side of the bed a pair of
drawers that she left there on changing her underlinen. He rushed to
the bed, kissed the nightdress, and literally glued his lips to that
portion of her drawers which had covered her darling little cunt. He
was so excited that he could scarcely forbear from spending on the
spot. Hearing approaching footsteps he immediately made his way to his
own room, and bolting the door, he tore off his trousers. Doubling up
the pillow, he inserted his erect prick between the folds, and
straining it tightly between his thighs, threw himself forward on the
bed, and thinking of his darling sister, with a few heaves backwards
and forwards, spent deliciously. He then lay down and pondered over the
best means of attaining his desires, for he resolved that he would
enjoy his sister in every conceivable manner, let the consequences be
what they might.

His meditations were interrupted by the luncheon bell. He descended to
the dining room, and the sight of his sister aroused his desires with
redoubled force; he devoured her with his eyes, and she again exhibited
the same restless and uncomfortable symptoms that possessed her in the
morning; her colour rose, her bosom rose and fell tumultuously, she
squeezed her thighs together, sighed deeply, and seemed altogether
unlike herself.

Seeing this he averted his gaze, and commenced talking on indifferent
subjects. When the servants had left the room, he suggested another
stroll on the grounds, as it was such a lovely afternoon. She consented
with delight, and they set forth.

After rambling some distance from the house, she said, "Frank, my
darling, there is such a lovely summer house in this thicket where I
often come and read, shall we go in and rest?"

Frank was delighted at the idea. It was a charming little retreat,
completely hidden by trees, and furnished most luxuriously--a velvet
couch, an easy chair, and a lounge occupying the whole of one side
invited to repose.

They sat down, and Frank's arm wound round his sister's enticing waist,
and he could not resist kissing those lovely pouting lips. She trembled
like an aspen, and as he gazed into her moist and humid eyes, the
strange symptoms reappeared.

Frank could no longer resist, but holding her thumbs he commenced the
magnetic passes, and she speedily fell into his arms, apparently in a
deep slumber. He now sought to see if he was entirely successful in his
attempt to produce the effect he desired, and therefore taking her in
his arms and laying her on the couch, he said, "Ethel, do you know
where you are?"

"With my darling brother," she replied.

"Do you love him?"

"Madly," was the reply.

"What would you like to do to prove that love?"

"Anything he desires."

"Stand up."

She did so.

"Unfasten your dress; take it off."

She complied immediately.

"Loosen your petticoats and take them off; now your slippers and your
stockings."

The dear girl did exactly as requested, still in the same dreamy,
languid manner. She now stood in her chemise and drawers only, and
Frank felt as if he would faint. This splendid girl standing before
him; lovely ankles, calves, and bare feet and those enchanting breasts
peeping over her embroidered chemise, constituted a most voluptuous
sight.

"Now, my darling," said he, "remove your drawers."

She did so, and he snatched them up and covered them with kisses.

"Now the chemise."

That also was taken off with alacrity, and she was before him perfectly
naked. Heavens! What a sight! The whiteness of her skin, which shone
like alabaster, the exquisite contour of her limbs, and the tremulous
motion which pervaded every muscle, formed a combination of lustful
excitement that utterly baffles description.

He then ordered her to lie down on her back, raise her knees, and place
her heels against her buttocks, then insert her finger in that divine
cunt and frig herself.

She did so.

"How do you feel, darling? Are you going to spend? I will that you
spend at once."

Her whole body stiffened.

"Keep your thighs widely extended," he said, "so that I can see every
throb that convulses your cunt, when the lovely liquor of love oozes
forth."

She obeyed, and with a deep sigh he saw it gush forth and cover her
caressing hand.

He rushed forward and gamahuched her furiously, and then sitting in an
easy chair, said, "Ethel, get up."

She obeyed, and following his commands, knelt in front of him,
unfastened the front of his trousers, inserted her hand, and drew forth
his prick; she then sucked it until with a positive howl of delight he
inundated her mouth with his spendings. He then desired her to rise and
kneel on the couch, then coming behind her he gently pulled apart the
cheeks of her divine bottom, and disclosed the little orifice that lay
nestling between them. This he sucked till he spent again, clasping her
hips as he spent with spasmodic force.

He burned to fuck her, but dared not venture, and after a short time he
ordered her to resume her clothes, and then repeated the passes in a
contrary direction until she recovered her senses, and to his great
delight, she evidently knew nothing of what had taken place.

Mr. and Mrs. Etheridge had not returned when they reached the house,
and they found a note stating that they were detained and could not be
home till the following day.

On reading this Frank immediately remembered the proximity of his
sister's bedroom and determined, at any risk, to gratify his intense
desire with respect to her, this very night.

Before retiring he embraced her warmly, pressing her breasts against
his chest and pushing his belly against hers; to his intense delight he
felt her whole frame vibrate from the intensity of her emotion as her
head fell on his shoulder.

He bade her good night and departed to his room.

As soon as he was convinced the house was quiet he gently opened his
door and stole on tiptoe to his sister's room. To his intense delight
it was unfastened.

He entered and saw his sister lying on her snowy bed, which was
illumined by the rays of the moon.

She slept; he watched for some moments the rise and fall of her bosom,
and the exquisite beauty of her face, and then commenced to mesmerize
her again. She moaned faintly, and appeared restless.

"Sleep," said he, and she immediately became quiet.

"Ethel," he continued, "do you know who is speaking to you?"

"Yes, my darling brother."

He next pulled down the bed-clothes, and gently placed himself by her
side, naked as he was.

"My darling," said he, "take off your night dress and chemise."

She raised herself in the bed and did so, and then lay down again.

He clasped her in his arms, utterly intoxicated with his anticipated
bliss.

The contact of her skin with his own, the knowledge that she was
unconscious of what he was doing, and that it was his own sister,
almost maddened him.

He was literally consumed with lust, and embraced her in every
direction. Passing his arms between her thighs, he nestled his head on
her divine belly. He next shifted it to her bosom, then he placed his
prick between those firm and pouting breasts, then between her thighs.
He next placed his finger inside the lips of her cunt, and found to his
surprise that it entered easily.

"Thank God," he muttered, "she has been frigged, possibly fucked, and I
shall not hurt her."

He willed her to take his prick and insert it in that divine recess,
and to his intense joy he succeeded in burying himself in her with
scarcely any difficulty.

He then lay powerless, and the spasm overtook him and ebbed forth into
the inmost recesses of his sister's cunt.

He lay for a few moments in a profound lethargy, when he suddenly found
his sister's cunt contracting and throbbing around his prick, which was
still soaking within her. This fired him anew, and placing both hands
beneath her buttocks, he pressed her cunt towards him with the utmost
force, while driving in and out of her with deep and body-killing
thrusts. They both spent simultaneously, and after a short pause he
arose and contemplated her, then willing her to resume her night dress
and chemise, he returned to his own room, fearing that he might fall
asleep and be discovered in the morning.

As he lay down he noticed a ray of light in a dark corner of his room,
and on examining the panelling, found that a crevice existed through
which he could see perfectly into his sister's room. There she still
lay slumbering peacefully, and it suddenly struck him that he had
forgotten to awaken her from the magnetic sleep which evidently still
overpowered her.

He immediately commenced the necessary process and, to his delight,
found that it had the same effect, notwithstanding the wall which
intervened.

She rose in the bed, and altering her position, lay calmly and
naturally.

He retired to bed again, but was restless and excited and could not
sleep; his prick was still stiff, and every nerve throbbed.

He lay tossing about in this way for an hour or so, when he suddenly
heard a sound of whispering in the next room, and on peeping through
the crevice into his sister's apartment, beheld a sight that rendered
him spellbound and breathless.

He saw on her bed a figure perfectly naked, and of the most exquisite
form, rivalling that of Ethel herself. She was kneeling and in the act
of pulling the clothes from his sister, and raising her night dress,
gazed ardently at her cunt. "How wet and sticky it is to-night, Miss.
You must have had such a wet dream."

The lovely stranger placed her fingers within it and rubbed them about
in the moisture, and then substituted her tongue, sucking luxuriously
the lips and clitoris, and thrusting in the velvet tip as far as it
would go into the vagina, until Ethel murmured, "It is coming again,
Mabel. Oh! Oh! Suck harder, my dear." He now recognised the stranger as
a housemaid who had attracted his attention on more than one occasion
during the short time he had been in the house.

His sister now sought Mabel's cunt, and inserting a finger, commenced
pushing it backwards and forwards as she embraced her lovely buttocks
with her disengaged arm, burying her tongue within the rosy bottom-hole.

They writhed like two serpents, their bodies arched, and then they fell
prone on each other, every muscle vibrating as they spent in all the
agonies of lasciviousness.

Frank seized his prick and frigged himself in unison with their
movements, spouting out a torrent of sperm at the same moment as the
two lovely tribades lost consciousness in their blissful convulsions.

When he looked again Ethel had taken the housemaid across her knees,
and was rubbing her belly and sucking her nipples, ever and anon
allowing her hand to wander between her thighs. She then turned her
with her belly downwards, so that their cunts were in contact, and
again passing her hand between Mabel's thighs, she rubbed the profuse
spendings with which their cunts overflowed into her exposed
bottom-hole, and then inserting her finger, pushed it in and out its
entire length, whilst Mabel struggled to release herself.

At length she succeeded, and the housemaid lay flat on her back with
Ethel reversed above her, and the sound of their mutual sucking, as
their heads were between each other's thighs, drove Frank almost to the
verge of distraction.

They swayed to and fro, and pressed each other with their utmost
strength, until it was evident they were spending again. Still the
gamahuching continued, until they seemed utterly exhausted; and Mabel,
kissing Ethel madly, left the room, evidently to return to her own
before the other servants were stirring, as the day was already
breaking.

Frank was utterly bewildered, but now determined that he would use his
knowledge and ravish his darling sister without the aid of mesmerism
before many days had passed.

Mr. and Mrs. Etheridge returned about midday, and Frank was again
struck by his mother's rare beauty and the fullness of her magnificent
bosom. He looked at her fixedly, and, strange to say, she seemed
affected by his gaze much in the same manner as his sister had been at
first.

Frank felt a thrill of delight as the bare possibility occurred to him
of revelling in his mother's charms, but he felt that if he ever did
succeed the utmost caution would be necessary.

In the afternoon he took another stroll with his sister, and they soon
found themselves in the summer house.

They sat side by side on the couch, and Frank warmly embraced her,
pressing her to him with voluptuous energy. She looked into his eyes
and breathed heavily. His hand roved down and pressed one cheek of her
buttocks, which he felt undulate beneath her bottom.

"You must not do that," she murmured, "it makes me feel sick and ill."

"Does it when Mabel does the same?" asked Frank.

She became white with terror.

"Do not fear, my darling," continued Frank. "I know all, have seen your
embraces last night, but alluded to it to assure you your secret is
safe. But will you not now allow me some little privileges?"

"Oh, my darling, you are my brother!"

"So much greater the exquisite enjoyment," pleaded Frank.

Her head fell on his shoulder, and he ventured to insinuate his fingers
within the bosom of her dress and gently rubbed her nipples with his
thumb and finger.

She shivered with delight.

He next proceeded to place her hand upon his trousers, so that she
could feel his bursting prick beneath. She clutched it wildly. He now
gently pushed her backwards and placed one hand beneath her clothes,
gently pressing her legs and thighs apart, until he at length succeeded
in reaching her cunt, which was in a moist and spending condition.

She tore open his trousers, saying, "Oh! Darling, forgive me, I cannot
help it," and pushed the skin of his prick backwards and forwards.

Frank commenced to frig her, at first gently, gradually increasing the
rapidity and depth of his insertion, till, with a shriek of rapture,
she spent profusely. He resisted the impulse to follow her example, and
seating himself in a chair, drew her towards him, placed his knees
between her thighs, and allowed her gradually to sit down, while his
prick penetrated her.

They embraced madly, thrusting their tongues into each other's mouths,
and even biting each other in the fury of their transports, until
another emission relieved their feverish lubricity.

They then resumed their position on the couch, and Ethel burst into a
flood of tears.

"Oh! My brother," sobbed she, "what have we done, and what will be the
consequence?"

Frank strove to console her, and after a time succeeded, and she became
calm, so that they could resume their walk and return to the house.



It is now time that some explanation should be offered as to the cause
of the mesmeric power and voluptuous development so strikingly
manifested in Frank.

When he first reached school in Germany he was perfectly innocent, but
was speedily initiated into all the mysteries of frigging and prick
sucking by his school-fellows, who also used to fuck each other between
the thighs, while a third behind received the point of his prick in his
mouth each time it was pressed forward and sucked out every drop of
spend that he could obtain.

One day when passing one of the master's rooms, he peeped in and saw
him making mysterious motions in front of a pale, sickly boy, who was
celebrated amongst his companions for the enormous size of his prick
and balls.

He watched with curiosity, and saw the boy fall apparently asleep. The
master then proceeded to divest him of his trousers, handling with
evident delight the boy's private parts. He then tucked up his shirt
under his waistcoat, leaving the whole of his belly, bottom, thighs,
and his lovely prick exposed.

The master gazed with rapture, and Frank saw by the lump that suddenly
appeared in his trousers that his cock was evidently standing erect and
hard.

He then said. "Kneel on that sofa, and lean your arms on the head of
it, I will it!"

Frank was intensely surprised to see the boy obey as though he were
walking in his sleep.

The master took from an adjacent cupboard a birch and went to the head
of the sofa, then leaning over the prostrate form of the boy commenced
to flog him with it on his bottom and the inside of his thighs, but not
severely.

He next unbuttoned his own trousers, and out sprang his prick in a
state of glorious development, skinned and hard.

Frank could scarcely resist the inclination to rush in and beg to be
allowed to suck it, but he refrained from fear and also lest his
curiosity as to what was about to take place should be baulked.

The master spoke to the boy, "Raise your head, and take my prick in
your mouth, and suck it till I spend."

The victim complied in the same mechanical manner.

The birching was now resumed, and as the master's excitement increased
the blows fell heavier, the boy's bottom becoming red and inflamed.

He also commenced fucking the boy in the mouth, pushing himself
backwards and forwards, when suddenly he dropped the birch, and seizing
the boy's head forced his prick within his mouth as far as he could ram
it, spent, saying with spasmodic gasps, "Swallow it
all--my--spunk--shall--go down--your throat--if it--kills you."

When he withdrew his reeking cock, the spend was glistening in and
around the boy's lips, but he had most undoubtedly swallowed nearly all
but a few drops.

The master now came to the side of the sofa, and passing his hand
beneath the boy's belly, felt his lovely prick, but it was not stiff.
He separated the thighs a little, and tickled his testicles, still it
would not stiffen. He then skinned it, and stooping took the head
between his lips. This had no better effect. He again commenced to
birch him, stopping for a moment to rub his testicles and prick with
eau de cologne.

The master's prick was again furiously erect, so throwing the birch
down again he took a small pot of cold cream and produced an implement
somewhat resembling an artificial prick (it was in fact a dildo), which
he plentifully rubbed with the ointment, then taking more on his
finger, approached the boy, and pressing apart the cheeks of his
bottom, began to anoint the tight, wrinkled bumhole with it, gradually
inserting his finger further and further inside. He then took the
dildo, and applying it to the orifice, pushed it steadily in, until its
entire length was buried in his anus; leaving it there he again
examined the boy's prick, and was evidently delighted to find that at
last it stood as stiffly as his own.

He then withdrew the dildo, and after rubbing his own prick with cold
cream, knelt on the sofa behind the boy, and pointing the head of his
cock at the well moistened orifice, pulling apart the buttocks with
both hands, he eventually succeeded in penetrating the boy thoroughly.
He next proceeded with both hands, which he passed in front of the
boy's belly, and seized his glorious prick and balls, and while fucking
him in the bottom, frigged him also, now stopping, and then again
proceeding with rapidity, until at last the boy spent profusely, at the
same moment that the master deposited within him his exhilarating
emission.

Frank now passed on, fearing discovery, as the master had evidently
finished for the present. He was puzzled at the mysterious manner in
which the boy seemed to have been rendered insensible, and the fact of
a great prick perforating a bottom-hole also filled him with
astonishment.

He resolved to make the attempt to achieve this latter result with this
very boy, who slept in his dormitory, and try what it was like. And it
may be added that he successfully carried his project into effect the
same evening, to the great surprise and extreme delight of the boy, who
had knowingly been operated on in a similar manner, probably on many
occasions.

Shortly after this he spoke of the extraordinary power one being seemed
to possess over another, making them unconscious, and then compelling
them to obey their orders.

This was to a young student at a neighbouring college, with whom he had
become intimate, even to the extent of frigging each other. This friend
explained the theory and practice of mesmerism, and Frank soon found
that he could also experimentalize successfully.

This young student was also an ardent voluptuary of the most pronounced
type, and proposed that Frank should try if he could mesmerize his
sister, a charming girl of about fifteen, who was staying with him for
a few days, awaiting the arrival of her father. Frank's friend proposed
they should go to a certain house, where he was in the habit of going,
to try the experiment. It was, in fact, kept by a lady who allowed the
strangest scenes of unbridled lust to be enacted there, the
contemplation of which caused her the most exquisite delight.

They started at once, in company with his friend's sister, and on their
arrival the lady ushered them into her drawing room (fully
understanding that their visit was to afford her some of the usual
voluptuous treats, which she always enjoyed so much), and Frank at once
commenced to try his experiment on the Fraeulein.

For some time no visible effect was produced, but at last her eyes
appeared to dilate, then the eyelids drooped, and she seemed to sleep.

"Now, Frank," said his friend, "speak to her."

He did so, and to his delight he found that he had succeeded perfectly.

The student now told Frank that he must see him fuck her.

He started in amazement.

"Why she has never been touched! And I have never seen her cunt!"

"So much the better sport," replied his friend, "for I am determined
you shall defile her in my presence here.

"Now, Frank," continued he, placing his hand on his prick and
commencing to fondle it, "no one but ourselves can ever know anything
about it. I am so anxious to see her naked body, and this darling prick
penetrating it. I see you will," said he as he felt the cock rising
under his caressing hand.

Frank was ready for anything. He approached her, unfastened her dress,
discovered her rosy nipples tipping the snowy hills of her bosom. He
fingered them in rapture, and they seemed to get so impudently hard
that he could not resist the temptation of sucking the delicious little
strawberries of love. But, his friend getting impatient, he proceeded
to raise her dress in front, exhibiting a lovely little pink cunt, with
scarcely a hair on it.

"I will assist you to undress her," said the brother, and lifting her
on the couch she was soon naked in their hands.

Frank examined that deliciously tight little cunt; it was impossible to
get even the point of his finger in.

"How can I fuck this?" said he.

"Nonsense!" said the brother. "Suck it and moisten it."

Frank did so, and from the writhing of the naked body of the beautiful
girl, she was evidently enjoying it. Her brother then took his place
and endeavored to force his tongue within. At last he arose, and said,
"Frank, I fear you must place your prick between her thighs and spend
there, she is so small and tight, and I will suck the head of your
prick from the other side."

This was carried into effect, and after commanding her to dress, Frank
succeeded in recovering her again, and they left the house.

This little incident had created in Frank's mind a mad desire to force
his way into a virgin cunt, he revelling in the agony of his victim by
anticipation, and on mentioning his desire to his friend, he said, "I
will speak to a lady that I know very well."

This was the proprietress of the house they had visited with his
sister. She had a girl of eighteen of French parentage who had been
turned out of her home by brutal parents and was, in fact, utterly
friendless.

Madame G---- had taken her in with delight, seeing that she would be
able to do anything with her that her lewd fancies might devise,
without fear or risk.

This was the victim fated to be tortured by Frank, the only condition
being that Madame G---- should be present to see the whole proceeding,
and thus have her share of the voluptuous feast.

On the following day Frank obtained permission to be absent until
evening, and he accompanied his friend to the house in question.

They were ushered into a charming boudoir, where they found Madame
G----  awaiting them. She was a pretty, plump woman, every feature
betraying an intensely lascivious temperament. She was completely
enveloped in a dressing gown of black velvet, which heightened the
dazzling whiteness of her skin; her rosy little feet were encased in
tiny little slippers, and her legs were evidently bare.

A soft warm air pervaded the room, and a fragrant and exciting perfume
shed its influence around. The floor was covered with a thick velvet
pile carpet; the chairs and a capacious couch were also covered with
velvet and furnished with luxurious springs. In the centre of the room
was a peculiar article of furniture, which bore the appearance of a St.
Andrew's Cross, placed horizontally and supported by a massive
pedestal, which at one end was cut away so as to correspond with the
form of the cross at its lower extremity.

She rose and greeted them, embracing both most affectionately, and
squeezed Frank so ardently against her that his prick stood
immediately. Finding this to be the case she took his hand and placed
it beneath her dressing gown; he shuddered on discovering that it was
the only article that concealed her nakedness.

He pressed her belly amorously, and placing his hand at the junction of
her thighs, discovered a most exquisite cunt and a clitoris erect and
hard. She would not allow him to proceed further, as she only wished to
see if he was sufficiently excited for the work he was intended to
perform.

All sitting down, they partook of some Burgundy and literally devoured
a collection of books, photographs, and pictures she placed before
them. They were of the most fearfully exciting character, representing
lust and cruelty in every phase; the principal works being the Marquis
de Sade's _Justine_ and _Juliette_, in ten volumes, with their one
hundred steel plates, also his _Philosophie dans le Boudoir_ and other
French works, besides English erotic books, such as _Fanny Hill_, _The
Romance of Lust_, _Letters from Paris_, _Curiosities of Flagellation_,
_Phoebe Kissagen_, _The New Epicurean_, and others too numerous to be
mentioned.

When she saw they were both half frantic, she rose and rang the bell.
In a few moments the door opened, and a remarkably beautiful girl
entered.

"Sit down," said Madame G----, "I wish to speak to you."

She obeyed, evidently frightened at the sight of two strange young
gentlemen.

Madame then locked the door, and placing the key on the mantelpiece,
turned to their victim.

"Marie," said she, addressing the girl, "these two handsome young
fellows are going to fuck you. Do you know what that means?"

The poor girl began to sob, and trembled from head to foot.

"Oh! Madame," said she, "have mercy! I am so terrified--pray let me go!"

"No," thundered her tormentor, "I will not. Your screams cannot be
heard beyond this room, and I intend to gloat over your agonies, while
you are tortured by all here. Seize her," she added, addressing Frank
and his friend, who were evidently influenced by the same feelings of
ungovernable lust.

They sprang up and held her fast.

"Undress her."

This they endeavored to do, but her struggles were such that they could
not succeed.

Madame G---- now approached, and seizing her arms, held them as in a
vise, and directed Frank's friend to hold her legs. Frank then tore
open her dress, and throwing her on the floor, they succeeded by their
joint endeavours in tearing it completely off. She was forcibly
divested of her stays, petticoats, drawers, stockings, everything in
fact, till at last she lay on the floor struggling and screaming in a
perfectly nude condition.

"Lift her on the cross table," said Madame.

And with some difficulty they succeeded in extending their victim on
her back, with her legs and arms stretched out on the four branches of
the cross, and securely fixed in that position by concealed springs.

There lay her lovely naked form, every muscle convulsed by fear and
outraged modesty.

Madame G---- then proceeded to suck her breasts and rub her belly and
the inside of her thighs, directing Frank to fondle her cunt. This he
obeyed delightedly, and then proceeded to suck it, causing her to
struggle more and more, as in spite of all her fear and the shock to
her modesty she was becoming excited, and in a few moments gave down a
most copious spend.

This was the signal Madame was waiting for. "Now," she exclaimed, "your
maidenhead shall be broken through--lost and destroyed!"

Frank and his friend stripped themselves to the buff, Madame also
throwing off her only garment.

Acting on her instructions, Frank approached the lower end of the cross
table, and placing himself between the victim's legs, placed the point
of his prick just within the lips of her spending cunt, his friend
taking up his station at the other end of the table with his rampant
fiery cock just above the horrified face.

Madame, for her part, knelt on a prie-dieu, from the back of which
protruded a dildo, which immediately entered her ready cunt to the very
hilt, and leaning forward she recommended sucking and biting the tender
nipples of her victim.

Frank now gave a brutal lunge, and excited to madness by the shrieks of
agony and helpless struggles of the poor girl, was buried in her in a
moment, his ruthless prick breaking or tearing through every maiden
obstacle, till the virgin blood trickled over his testicles and down
the crack of her bottom.

His friend now commenced to frig himself, and Madame G---- was also
pushing furiously backwards and forwards on the dildo, as Frank now
fucked the girl with deep and agonizing insertions of his prick.

The victim fainted from excess of pain and emotion, seeing which,
Madame violently bit her bosom, and she recovered consciousness with a
shriek of anguish, just as Frank spent within her lacerated body, and
his friend inundated her face with the spunk that poured from his
spending prick. At the same time Madame covered her dildo also with a
prolific emission. This only increased the frenzy of her tormentors,
and springing to their feet they eagerly agreed to Madame's suggestion
to flog her.

Having reversed their victim so that she now lay on her belly, with a
concealed dildo of immense size forcing itself up her cunt, they
proceeded with three immense birch rods to carry this into effect,
lashing her bottom, loins, inside her thighs, and even the lips of her
cunt, tightly distended around the huge dildo, till the hue of her skin
was a burning scarlet.

Then desisting, Madame G---- took another dildo, and pulling wider
apart the cheeks of that smarting bottom, thrust it into her convulsed
and agonized bottom-hole with hellish force.

The victim's tortures were almost too great for human endurance.

"Now," Madame exclaimed, with the wild glare of a demoniac, "I will sit
astraddle her waist, and Frank must do so also, facing me."

This was immediately carried into effect, Frank's prick entered the
cunt in front of him with the greatest ease. Their violent up and down
motions caused the dildo buried in the cunt of the almost crushed
victim to fuck her.

"Faster, faster," shrieked Madame G-----. "I'm coming--I'm coming--I'm
spending!"

Their movements were fast and furious, and just as their spunk flowed
with convulsive throbs, Frank's friend thrust two pins into the
quivering buttocks of the victim, causing the most exquisite torture.

She moaned piteously, but this only excited her tormentors' devilish
lusts to a greater extent, and joining each other on the couch, they
enacted every device of lasciviousness, goaded by the spectacle of the
suffering girl.

They sucked and frigged, spending over each other in every direction.
Then getting up, Frank withdrew the dildo from the bottom-hole of the
suffering girl, substituted his prick, which was slippery with
spendings, and commenced to fuck her there, whilst his friend inserted
his under one of her extended arms, so that the point rubbed against
one of the nipples of her bosom.

Madame G----, not to be behind hand, again seated herself astraddle the
victim's waist, and rubbing her opened cunt in the spendings that still
remained on her back from the previous fucking that had taken place
there, frigged herself thus, as Frank increased her excitement and
pleasure by working his moistened finger in the wrinkled bum-hole she
presented to his view, to her intense enjoyment.

They all spent at the same time, even the victim, who could not resist
the effect of the dildo still within her cunt. She was now literally
inundated with spunk, and utterly exhausted, as the others resumed
their clothes.

It can easily be imagined that this extraordinary adventure corrupted
Frank Etheridge's mind, and his madly lascivious temperament is no
longer a matter of surprise to the reader.



To return to our story. A few days after Frank and Ethel had knowingly
fucked, Mr. and Mrs. Etheridge were obliged to visit London, and the
brother and sister resolved to utilise the occasion.

Frank, during the interim, had succeeded in gamahuching and fucking the
housemaid who had visited his sister in her room on that memorable
night.

He had prevailed on his sister to have her as a bedfellow, and enact
every species of exciting lust and tribadism they could devise.

This was carried into effect, and Frank, from his post of observation
at the crevice, saw them perfectly naked, lying on the outside of the
bed, the housemaid being reversed above her mistress, while they were
literally devouring each other's cunts.

He then descended, and softly entering the room, naked as he was, made
a sign to his sister. She instantly clutched the body of the housemaid
above her, so that she could not extricate herself from the position
she was in.

Frank now approached; and having previously applied oil plentifully to
his prick, he knelt over his sister's face, and with a sudden thrust
forward, buried it within the bottom-hole of the astonished housemaid.

She screamed in alarm, but Ethel, raising her thighs, literally buried
the girl's head between them and effectually stifled her cries.

Frank proceeded to push his prick in and out, as he revelled in this
charming aperture, while his sister, abandoning for a moment the
delicious cunt she was sucking, took his slippery balls in her mouth
and rolled her tongue around them in such an exciting manner that he
spent immediately, his spunk oozing out and flowing over the face of
his delighted sister.

Mabel also emitted at the same moment, so that Ethel was almost choked.

Mabel was now ready enough to join in whatever they wished, and every
species of ingenuity conceivable was brought into requisition, in order
to minister to their mutual gratification.

At last Frank retired to his own room, sleeping soundly till late in
the morning, when he awoke with such an awful cockstand and such a
feeling of insatiable lust that he could scarcely put his prick out of
sight in his trousers and make a decent appearance at the breakfast
table.

He easily persuaded his sister to join him in a warm bath, which Mabel
was ordered to prepare at once, and then when they had entered it she
was to lock herself in Ethel's bedroom so that the other servants might
not by any accident discover what was taking place.

Entering the bath, they lay down side by side, and an exquisite feeling
of languor overtook them.

Ethel's hand wandered over her brother's naked form beneath the water,
and his was not idle.

Then rising, they stood facing each other, and slightly extending her
thighs, her brother speedily placed his erect and throbbing prick
within her. They commenced to fuck gently, fondling each other as they
did so.

The convulsive spasms, however, speedily approached, and at the moment
they mutually commenced to spend they sank down in the warm water. The
beautiful warmth of the aromatic bath produced most delicious
sensations flowing up their bottom-holes, as busy fingers worked
excitedly to increase their lascivious abandon, while its action around
their still more sensitive organs of generation caused them heavenly
rapture.

The day before the return of their parents, Frank and Ethel were seated
in the summer house mutually fondling each other's private parts, when
Frank said that the desire he had long felt to see his mother's
glorious nakedness, and if possible to fuck and gamahuche her, grew
stronger every day, and he was resolved to try it by the aid of
mesmerism.

Ethel, blushing deeply, was evidently much excited by the idea, and
confessed that the same feeling with respect to her father had
possessed her for some time.

"Then, my darling," continued her brother, "we will do it."

Mabel now entered, and stopped further conversation by frigging herself
before them, while they also performed the same act for each other,
after which they all returned to the house.

Mr. and Mrs. Etheridge arrived the next day about one o'clock. They
embraced their children with great warmth, but little imagined the
libidinous feelings their endearments produced on their children.



It will be well, before relating what subsequently took place, to
glance at Ethel's school experiences, in order to understand her
lustful desires and warm temperament.

The school in Paris at which she was placed was conducted by a lady of
tall stature, Juno-like form, and a manner which, outwardly mild,
concealed beneath it the fire of raging lust, which she gratified in a
peculiar manner.

She received Ethel most kindly, and kissing her affectionately,
consigned her to the care of a young lady some three or four years
older, who would be her special companion and share her bed.

She was afterwards introduced to the other young ladies, and at once
felt thoroughly at home.

When they retired for the night, Ethel's companion, Minette, insisted
on helping her to undress, and although from a natural feeling of
shyness Ethel did not like it much, she did not wish to appear
ill-natured or ungrateful, so she permitted it.

Minette managed in this operation, apparently by accident, to bring her
hands in contact with Ethel's naked body as much as possible, which
caused blushes to mantle her face, as she felt the contact of the soft,
pulpy hand.

Ethel now got into bed, having first rendered similar assistance to
Minette, who did not possess the shyness of her younger friend, but
before putting on her nightdress completely bared her whole body before
the eyes of Ethel, who was somewhat surprised to see such large
prominent breasts and a profusion of hair covering her cunt.

She immediately embraced Ethel on getting into bed and endeavored to
interlace their legs, which somewhat surprised the new pupil, and made
her keep them close together, not knowing the meaning of such
proceedings.

Before sleeping they lay apart, and Ethel, tired out as she was,
speedily sank into a refreshing slumber.

She dreamt that every portion of her body was pervaded by the most
delicious sensations, but could not conceive the cause, and when she
awoke in the morning was surprised to find one of Minette's hands
between her thighs, whilst another rested on her little breasts.

Her companion was asleep, or pretended to be so, and was entirely
uncovered, the bed-clothes having slipped off. She was lying on her
back, her legs widely extended, and her cunt moist, slightly open and
occasionally twitching with a spasmodic throb, whilst she sighed gently
and smiled in her sleep.

Ethel was possessed by a nameless sensation, and actuated by curiosity,
ventured to look closer at the full-blown cunt, which seemed to rivet
her gaze, and saw a little fleshy lump protruding from between the
luscious-looking vermillion lips.

Struck with amazement, as she herself had nothing of the kind, she
touched it gently with her fingers. It throbbed, and Minette sighed
slightly, and said, in a kind of subdued whisper, "Oh, do go on, rub
your finger about, my darling Clara, it is so exquisite!"

She was evidently asleep, and imagined someone else was with her.

Ethel, hardly knowing what she was about, commenced to rub the little
lump, and was surprised still more to find that Minette moved uneasily,
opening and shutting her legs, till at last she heard a profound sigh,
and Minette lay motionless.

Ethel felt a strange throbbing, and her finger was immediately wetted
with a warm gush of thick creamy glutinous something which was emitted
from the cunt of her bedfellow.

This so affected her that she withdrew her finger, and lay apart from
her companion again.

Presently the sleeper awoke, and they dressed, Minette again insisting
on various squeezings and fondlings, which now produced on Ethel a most
strange effect, perfectly incomprehensible to her, whilst Minette
seemed also intensely excited.

However, they descended to breakfast without any further adventure,
except that another pupil, Mademoiselle Rosalie, a frolicsome blonde,
handed Ethel on the sly a piece of poetry in English, which she
pretended she could not read herself but which might perhaps interest
"la belle Anglaise."

Ethel put the printed slip away in her bosom, and afterwards read at
her leisure as follows, a very comical parody:



PITY THE SORROWS



(Parody on Pratt's "Pity the Sorrows of a Poor Old Man," Annual
Register 1770, page 222)



Pity the sorrows of a fat young wife,
  Whose youth and vigour make her pine the more!
Whose bounding pulse with hot desire is rife,
  O give relief, and heaven shall bless your store!


These rosy cheeks, my bursting youth bespeak,
  These beaming eyes proclaim my ardent quim,
But O! my husband is so cold and weak,
  I might be dead, and buried too, for him!


My widow'd sister Mary pines like me,
  But while he liv'd, her husband was a man!
My married sister Lucy smiles to see,
  How oft I'm baffled since my hopes began!


I will not, cannot tell, for very shame,
  All that is wanting to the married state,
To be a wife in nothing but the name,
  Is a most wretched, miserable fate!


Though chaste in heart, and willing to be chaste,
  What virtue can withstand the waltz's whirl?
Tom, Jack, or Harry's arm about my waist,
  Belly to belly throbbing, boy with girl!


To sup on partridges and to drink champagne,
  Stirs my hot blood to fever's ardent glow,
And then the waltzing round and round again,
  Drives me quite mad! O what, what can I do?


I'd willingly be wise and chaste, God knows!
  But O, it drives me wild with amorous pain,
To feel the embracing arms of waltzing beaux,
  To meet the piercing glance of charming men!


O, tell me, have I err'd? Impart the truth!
  My inmost heart is open to conviction,
Deeper, O deeper still, dear vigorous youth,
  O, give me every inch of thine erection!


Pity the sorrows of a fat young wife,
  All, all my sins are lying at your door,
Bestow on me the biggest joys in life,
  Oh, give relief, and heav'n shall bless your store!


Our school-girl was more perplexed than ever by this effusion: what was
that something always required by blooming young wives or widows so
mysteriously hinted at in the lines as she read them over and over
again to herself?

At the close of their morning studies Madame Cul addressed her pupils
and stated that Mademoiselle Rosalie had not completed her French
exercises to her satisfaction, and as she could not allow idleness and
carelessness to exist in her establishment, she would be birched in the
presence of the whole school after luncheon.

Ethel stared in amazement, but Minette lovingly placed her arm round
her waist and whispered, "It is the custom here, but you will soon get
used to it, and even enjoy the sight."

According, before the commencement of afternoon studies, Madame Cul
entered the schoolroom, followed by two well-formed but muscular and
strong housemaids, and when all were assembled, said, "Mademoiselle
Rosalie, come here and take off everything except your chemise, shoes
and stockings. The maids will assist you to do so."

The poor girl advanced tremblingly, for she had not long entered the
establishment, and this was but her second birching.

When she was divested of her dress Madame Cul directed one of the
housemaids to assist her in getting on the other one's back, where she
was securely held by the hands, the servant acting as horse, having her
firmly gripped by each wrist, whilst the other strong young woman was
directed to hold the victim's legs well apart.

Ethel gazed as if fascinated by the pretty and luscious sight presented
to her view; it was so exciting to see Rosalie, who was about sixteen,
with an exquisitely fair complexion, her face flushed with shame, with
deep blue eyes brimful of tears, just ready to run down the crimson
cheeks, as Madame Cul raised first her skirts, which brought to view
the poor girl's pretty legs, dressed in most interesting boots, white
silk stockings, and delicately trimmed drawers.

The poor girl seemed to quiver all over with emotion, as she first
sobbed and then cried for mercy in a most piteous broken voice, "Oh,
Madame, do pray punish me in private as you did at first. Ah, no, no! I
can't bear the shame of their all seeing my poor naked bottom."

"Silly girl, hold that whimpering noise, you deserve all this disgrace,
did I not tell you how I would punish you before the whole school next
time?" said Madame, evidently with some excitement, as she opened the
girl's drawers behind, and pinned up the tail of her chemise with all
the rest of the impedimenta round the victim's waist, till at last they
had a very fair view of Rosalie's lovely little pink-lipped cunt, upon
which the incipient growth of soft down was only just beginning to be
perceptible, and another delightful item displayed to view was her
tight wrinkled little bum-hole, set in a frame of soft-tinted delicate
brown, beautifully in contrast with the snowy whiteness of the
well-developed buttocks.

Madame now raised the birch with which she was provided, and commenced
to lash the bottom so invitingly exhibited, increasing the severity of
her cuts as she went on. Then resting a little she seemed to watch with
much satisfaction the wriggling of the fair penitent, the cheeks of
whose bottom were a fiery red.

When she recommenced, the birching was directed to the inside of the
victim's thighs, and even on the lips of that delicately pink little
cunt, with light smart touches, evidently intended to inflame the parts
rather than cut them up.

Rosalie, her dark eyes now full of sensuous humidity, her face burning
scarlet, alternately sobbed and cried as she commenced afresh to
struggle wildly, so that the servants with all their strength could
scarcely hold the plunging victim.

Madame Cul stopped the punishment, and to Ethel's intense surprise, she
saw Rosalie's bottom-hole open and shut, whilst the throbbing lips of
her cunt emitted a thick, whitish-looking liquid, which oozed forth in
spasmodic gushes.

"Enough! She spends, the lewd girl; it only shows the prurient ideas
girls must have when my birching affects them in such a sensual manner.
Fie for shame, Mademoiselle Rosalie, what have you done?" exclaimed
Madame, as she sank into a chair and seemed ready to faint herself,
whilst the humidity of her eyes seemed the very counterpart to that
sensuous look in her victim.

Recovering herself in a few moments, she directed them to release
Rosalie, and then left the room.

During this extraordinary scene Minette had placed her hand behind
Ethel and squeezed the cheeks of her bottom, also endeavoring to force
it between her thighs as well as she could, considering how the
intervening dress hindered this operation. Nevertheless our innocent
novice could not help opening her legs a little, and felt a strange
indescribable sensation of pleasure.

The other girls were moving restlessly on their seats and, in fact,
were using dildoes concealed under their drapery.

When Minette and Ethel retired for the night, the former complained of
the heat, and suggested that they should sleep without any covering or
night dresses, and by way of example got into bed in a state of perfect
nudity.

Ethel, not wishing to be thought prudish or ill-natured, first
extinguished the light, and then threw off her chemise. Joining her
companion bedfellow also quite naked, they embraced each other warmly
and Minette, placing her hand on Ethel's bottom, forced their cunts
together. She trembled from head to foot, but when Minette asked her to
squeeze her in a similar manner, she did so at once, and did not resist
the insertion of one of her fair thighs between her own.

Minette now kissed her furiously, thrusting her tongue into Ethel's
mouth, causing her to feel the most extraordinary sensations.

"Ethel, my darling," she said, "what did you think of Rosalie's
birching, has she not got an exquisite bottom and pussy? Was it not
awfully exciting when it throbbed?"

At the same time she gently placed her hand on Ethel's cunt, and
commenced to suck one of her nipples, whilst one finger was titillating
her companion's incipient clitoris, which, although so small as to be
scarcely visible, was tremendously sensitive to these tender and
lascivious touches by such an experienced tribade.

"Oh, oh, pray don't, you make me feel so sick--so odd--I tremble all
over--I can't say how I feel--and yet--yet--," said Ethel in a whisper,
hardly knowing what to do as she struggled to get away a little from
her rude bedfellow.

This only excited Minette the more, as she held the young girl firmly
in her embrace, redoubling her ardent caresses, which seemed to send
such a thrill of exquisite warmth through Ethel's entire frame that she
was powerless to resist such seducing endearments.

Minette was not slow to take advantage of her conquest. Reversing her
position all of a sudden, she forced her head between Ethel's thighs
and commenced to suck her cunt, plunging her amorous velvety-tipped
tongue in as far as it would go, or biting the little clitoris in such
a way that her companion was almost mad with a feeling she could not
yet fully understand.

She again struggled to release herself, but it was in reality only a
semblance of resistance--the last faint protest of her modest nature
before thoroughly surrendering herself to all the voluptuous games of
Minette.

At last her head fell back, her throbbing cunt was raised to meet those
warm, loving kisses, and then for the first time in her life, she
really spent--and fainted.

When she recovered she threw herself into Minette's arms, saying, "Oh,
I have indeed been in heaven. What did you do to make me feel so?"

Her bedfellow hastened to fondle her again, and before another hour had
passed they were mutually frigging, gamahuching, and spending amid
cries of delight. In fact, Ethel was thoroughly taught every pleasure
possible to tribadism.

The following day another girl was birched in school, and at night
Minette proposed to Ethel that they should go into the next dormitory,
after the lights were extinguished, and see what was going on, as the
birched girl slept there.

They did so, and Ethel stood spellbound.

Twelve girls, of ages varying from ten to sixteen, were all lying in a
confused heap on two of the beds that had been placed close together,
and they were sucking, frigging, and fucking each other with dildoes.

Minette rushed to the bed and speedily mingled with the spending mass
of girlhood, whilst Ethel, utterly unable to resist the impulse, ran
forward also to the birched girl and was soon sucking her cunt, whilst
other girls sucked her nipples or excited her almost to madness by
working their fingers in her sensitive bottom-hole. After exhausting
themselves with every kind of lubricity, they returned to their own
room.

The next morning Ethel felt so fatigued she could not complete the task
assigned her in school.

As she was leaving for recreation Madame Cul called her to one side,
and said: "You have incurred punishment by your neglect, but as you are
evidently in a rather nervous state, I will inflict it in my bedroom.
Come to me immediately after afternoon studies."

At the appointed time Ethel tremblingly sought Madame Cul's bedroom.

The schoolmistress, after locking the door, proceeded to assist her in
removing all her clothes. When this was accomplished she directed her
to lie on a velvet couch that was covered with cushions. This she did,
and Madame Cul adjusted her in such a manner that while lying on her
belly one of the velvet cushions lay between her extended thighs.

She now commenced to birch her with light stinging cuts that, although
not apparently heavy enough to break or lacerate her delicate skin, had
such a smarting effect that Ethel felt she must scream to relieve the
pain. This was presently succeeded by a warm voluptuous glow that sent
a tremor through her whole frame. She felt as though she wanted to pee,
and yet that did not seem the reason of her strange sensations.

As the birching proceeded, Madame occasionally placed her hand on the
bottom of the penitent, which tended so to increase Ethel's excitement
that, wildly squeezing the cushion between her thighs, she spent
copiously.

Madame, delighted to see what had happened, lifted her own skirts and
with a few insertions of her finger produced the same result on herself.

When she had recovered she ordered Ethel to rise, then pretending to
notice the moisture on the pillow, asked her what she had been doing.

Poor Ethel blushed scarlet, and looked awfully distressed.

"Come here, my darling," Madame said, "let me see what has been the
matter with you," and she took her across her knees, extending her on
her back.

She examined her cunt, pressed and rubbed her belly, squeezed her
nipples between her fingers till they grew quite impudently erect,
inserted her finger in Ethel's cunt, and commenced to frig the agitated
girl luxuriously, making her toss about in such extasy that, when
spending again, Madame could scarcely hold her, so violent were her
contortions.

(Madame's finger entered easily, but she made no remark, for she knew
full well that the entrance had been forced by Minette's finger--which
was, in fact, the case.)

After this Ethel was initiated into every means of procuring sensual
pleasure that Sapphism could teach, but it was not until her return
home, and the subsequent meeting with her brother, that she actually
felt the real delight of a prick inside her (which no substitutes can
ever equal), although she knew all that man could do unto her.

It will be seen, therefore, that by reason of her school experiences
she was well prepared for any species of lechery which her brother
might venture to propose.



In the course of a few days Mr. Etheridge was compelled again to visit
the neighbouring town where he would be detained till the next day.

Thus the opportunity came at last for which Frank had been waiting. At
dinner he plied his mother with Burgundy (of which she was very fond)
to the greatest possible extent, without raising her suspicions, whilst
he literally devoured her with his gaze.

Later in the evening, she sat in a large easy chair and seemed to be
getting drowsy. Frank said, "As we shall scarcely require anything else
to-night, may the servants go to bed, Mamma?"

She assented, and after the order had been given, Frank, looking
triumphantly towards his sister, seriously commenced his attempt to
mesmerize his own mother. At first she involuntarily resisted his
efforts, but at length she succumbed, and as her head fell on her
shoulder he openly made the necessary passes, and she speedily became
entirely at his mercy.

"Now, Ethel," said he, "I will gratify my passion."

He approached his mother. She was in evening dress and her lovely
bubbies were half visible, and from the semirecumbent position in which
she lay every outline of her form could be clearly seen.

Her son first carefully raised those deliciously firm bubbies
completely above her dress, then sucking one motioned to his sister to
do the same with the other.

Mrs. Etheridge sighed slightly and slid further down in her chair.

Frank then knelt in front of her, and his sister helping him, they
gradually raised their Mamma's dress in front, till they had a full
view of the splendid legs and thighs of their maternal parent--the
former cased in pink silk stockings, with the swelling thighs filling
out her drawers and making them look deliciously tight. Placing his
hand within the slit in front he pulled aside the chemise, and gently
extending her legs to their widest, he placed her feet on two chairs,
and they now had a full view of that glorious cunt from which they both
had come. It was beautifully shaded with hair, not too large, and
between the moist lips he saw her divine clitoris, hard and erect.

After gazing for a moment, he rubbed it gently with his finger. Mamma
again sighed, and slid still further forwards. Now taking from his
pocket a dildo (which he had previously charged), he gradually inserted
it in his mother and pushed it gently backwards and forwards. The lips
clung lovingly to it, his mother's breathing became hurried, her
bubbles heaved under the caressing fingers of her daughter, and with a
tremendous spasm that convulsed every muscle of her body, she spent,
just as Frank pressed the spring and injected the contents of the dildo
into her. Immediately removing the instrument and substituting his
tongue, he drained every drop of spend that she emitted.

While he was thus occupied Ethel had stretched herself on the floor,
and having released his bursting cock, was receiving within her mouth
the spendings of her brother.

After gloating for some time over the sight of his mother's relaxed
cunt, he suddenly placed her legs over his shoulders and raised her
body in such a manner that his prick was opposite her bottom-hole. He,
after his sister had rubbed some of the spunk within its wrinkled
orifice, prepared for an enculade. Ethel meanwhile was gamahuching her
mother's delicious cunt and being frigged by her brother.

Gradually Frank pushed his way within his Mamma's delightful fundament,
which contracted and throbbed upon his tremendously excited prick, so
that he at once spent in an agony of lust. His sister, equally maddened
by the thoughts of her brother's incest and the voluptuous workings of
his fingers on the lips of her cunt and clitoris, also emitted at the
same time with a scream of rapture.

Then not to be outdone by her brother she made him withdraw his prick,
which remained enormously stiff, and literally devoured it with her
lips, sucking every drop of spend, etc., which still oozed from the
fiery-looking head of his affair, and then pointing it to that divine
maternal cunt she made him plunge in there and fuck Mamma properly and
thoroughly, whilst she was sucking and tickling his balls in order to
increase his enjoyment.

"Mamma, dear," said Frank, withdrawing his prick after another ecstatic
spend, "do you know what you are doing?"

She answered immediately, "Yes, my darling children, your delicious
fucking and gamahuching have made me feel all the delights of heaven
itself."

Yet her eyes were closed, and there was no doubt of her being still
under the mesmeric influence.

"Is there anything else you would like, dear Mother?" asked Frank.

"I should like to suck my dear boy's prick, whilst Ethel frigs me
again," she murmured.

Frank at once presented his half-stiffened cock to his mother's lips,
whilst Ethel, kneeling down between the maternal thighs, rolled her
lascivious tongue in delight round that splendid clitoris and within
the serrated nymphae which guarded the entrance to the temple of love,
whilst her nose revelled amongst the beautiful chevelure of a most
glorious mons Veneris, and inhaled all the sweet odours of that
Cytherian region, which always has maddening effects on the votaries of
gamahuching.

She was too occupied with her tongue to frig her mother's cunt, but
postilioned her luxuriously with two fingers in her bottom-hole; Mamma
all the while was sucking the prick and caressing the balls of her son,
as he fucked her in the mouth.

At last they were too exhausted to carry their ideas any further for
the time, and having wiped their mother and removed every trace of her
defilement--and allowed a little time for the blood to cool in their
veins--she was placed in her former position in her chair, her dress
readjusted, and then Frank, with a few passes, brought her back to
consciousness, after which they all soon retired to rest.

The following day at lunch time Mr. Etheridge returned home; but Mrs.
Etheridge did not appear, having a severe headache, doubtless (although
she knew it not) the result of the operations of her children on her
body the previous evening.

It was a lovely afternoon, and Mr. Etheridge proposed a walk, to which
his children readily assented.

After strolling about for upwards of an hour they directed their steps
to the summer house, of which mention has been before made.

Both Frank and Ethel had been more than usually affectionate in their
manner to their father this particular afternoon, and the latter had
more than once brushed accidentally with the back of her head against
the front of her father's trousers, and on the last occasion distinctly
felt his prick, which was evidently in a slightly turgid state, and his
trousers also slightly projected in the most interesting place.

Ethel's breath shortened and her voice was slightly thick and husky
with a strange tremulousness in its tone, as she felt a curious and
unnatural sensation stealing over her that she could not define even in
her own thoughts.

Frank also seemed strangely excited, and occasionally pressed his
sister's bubbies behind his parent's back. He also took every
opportunity of pressing against his father.

When they sat down to rest Ethel noticed that her father appeared
drowsy, and he lay down on the couch. Presently his eyes closed, and he
seemed in a deep sleep. On looking towards her brother she saw he was
making the mesmeric passes with his hands.

In a few moments he rose, and approaching his sister, said, "My
darling, Papa is now entirely unconscious of what he does, and entirely
under my control; we will secure the door, and then you shall suck the
author of your being till his noble prick spends in your mouth."

He appeared almost mad, and Ethel remained for the moment almost
spellbound--her feelings were too much for her.

"Now, Ethel," continued her brother, "you can do what you wish, do not
lose time!"

Aroused by his words, she approached her father and knelt down by the
side of the couch. He was lying on his back, with his thighs slightly
separated. Taking hold of his legs she gently extended them still
further, and his prick could be seen reposing on his left thigh.

Ethel tremblingly unfastened the buttons from waist to fork; then,
gently removing his shirt, she saw before her her father's lovely
prick. It was an exquisite object, purely white, streaked with delicate
blue veins, the loose skin almost covering the head of it. His balls
were hanging gracefully beneath, and fine silky hair surrounded the
whole of his privates.

She touched the prick, and even ventured to place her fingers round it;
and as she did so its substance increased. She gently pushed the skin
up and down, it throbbed and grew harder and stiffer every moment, till
at last it was proudly erect, standing against his spotless belly, as
white as ivory and as hard as a bar of iron.

She lay her cheek lovingly on his thigh and kissed the point of it, and
then took it between her lips, while with her fingers she tickled his
balls, which were now hard and tight in their receptacle.

Frank now knelt behind his sister, and having raised her clothes, he
separated her legs and soon ascertained that her cunt was delightfully
moist and hot. Bringing his prick to the mark, he slowly inserted it,
and then pushed gently backwards and forwards.

His sister took more of the paternal priapus in her mouth, and pushing
her head to and fro, frigged it deliciously by the double action of her
lips and tongue. She grew more and more excited in her gamahuching as
the motions of Frank's prick stirred all the lubricity of her nature,
till suddenly Mr. Etheridge's lips parted with a deep-drawn sigh, the
muscles of his belly hardened, and he spent in the mouth of his
daughter, who also simultaneously received her brother's balmy emission
in her cunt.

As the spending prick left the mouth of the gamahucher, Frank,
withdrawing, took his sister in his arms, and thrusting his tongue into
her mouth, they greedily enjoyed their father's spendings with which it
was filled, as their hands mutually groped each other's prick and cunt.

Papa still lay on his back, his prick moist and glistening. Frank now
seized the limp affair of his parent, and bringing his person close to
his father, rubbed the head of the parental prick against that of his
own. This immediately stiffened him again, and Frank directed Ethel to
stand on the couch with her legs straddled over her father. She
gradually stooped till the point of the great and glorious prick was at
the entrance to her cunt, then with Frank's assistance it was guided
into the lustful gap, she stooping lower and lower, till it penetrated
her to the quick.

Her brother placed his hands under the cheeks of her bottom and jumped
her up and down, till he saw by the contraction of his father's balls,
and the immense increase of stiffness in the shaft of his prick, that
he was about to spend again. Then he placed his head between his
sister's thighs behind and with his tongue licked his father's balls
and the lips of his sister's cunt, frigging himself at the same time.

When father and daughter spent, their joint spendings oozed out over
his face and drove him frantic with enjoyment; then lifting his sister
down, he made her suck his prick, which had just emitted, till it was
stiff again, and then placing her on the floor he fucked her savagely,
to her great delight in the excited state she then was, while he also
frigged his father's cock till it came again in a copious spend.

They now removed all traces of what had happened; Frank then willed his
father to awake, which he did. And looking round vacantly, he said,
"Dear children, I fear I have been to sleep, the fresh air does tire me
so," as he little thought of the real reason of his peculiar feelings
of fatigue.



Frank, now perfectly sure that father, mother, and sister were entirely
amenable to his influence, was determined to gratify his lusts to the
full, and with the aid of Ethel he counted on carrying out his
intentions.

In addition to gratifying their licentious appetites in the manner
already related, they also sought new excitements by utilizing certain
animals on the farm. Ethel would frig a bull or a goat, and when
milking a favorite cow, would suddenly persuade Frank to lift her in
his arms, where she would lay extended on her back, and raising her
clothes, would frig herself with the cow's teats, the milk from which
would flow into her ravenous cunt to be afterwards sucked out by her
brother.

Frank would also stealthily approach a goat and raise the animal's hind
legs; Ethel would put cold cream on its cunt for him and insert her
brother's prick, who would then, utterly regardless of the cruelty he
inflicted, force his cock in and spend there.


At last another idea occurred to them.

They were sitting after dinner when Frank quietly mesmerized both
father and mother and then asked Ethel to dismiss the servants for the
night.

They amused themselves by playing with their parents' private parts for
awhile, and then Frank willed them to go to their bedroom. This they
immediately did. Brother and sister left them for a short time,
retiring to their own rooms, and returned quite naked.

Their parents now mechanically divested themselves of every article of
clothing, in obedience to the will of their son, whilst Frank also
willed the housemaid Maud to come into the room naked. This girl, under
his influence, first approached Mrs. Etheridge and sucked her bubbles,
then her cunt till she spent, after which she did the same with the
prick of her master, while Frank and Ethel gamahuched her bottom-hole
and cunt to stimulate her lasciviousness; then she was sent back to her
room.

Mr. and Mrs. Etheridge began to fondle, and after struggling a little
together on the bed, Mamma was pulled onto her husband, and they
commenced a most luscious St. George.

Heavens! What a sight for their incestuous son and daughter! With
greedy eyes and bated breath, they watched that lovely prick appear and
disappear within the loving cunt above it. Now the paroxysm of spending
approached, and their voluptuous furor increased--it was simply
maddening.

Frank and Ethel rushed forwards and with their hands assisted their
beloved parents to experience the utmost possible enjoyment attainable,
which they undoubtedly did, literally screaming with pleasure, as the
spunk came forth in prolific streams.

Frank now determined to run a great risk in allowing his parents to
know what was going on.

First directing his sister to lie on her back on the bed, with extended
thighs, he willed his father to lie on her and himself placed his prick
within her cunt. Then his mother (under his influence) lay on her back,
on the bed by Ethel's side, and Frank, excitedly mounting upon her,
buried his prick within the moist and juicy folds of the delicious cunt
that gave him birth.

As they were all four approaching the divine climax, Frank dissolved
the mesmeric charm and allowed both father and mother to realise the
situation at a moment when it would be impossible for them to resist
the impulses of their carnal nature.

Mr. Etheridge gave a cry of horror, and Mamma screamed with fright, but
Ethel held her father in a convulsive embrace, her erotic fury making
her at the moment as strong as a lioness, whilst Frank for his part
thrust so vigorously at his mother that, in spite of their horror at
the incestuous situation, they all spent simultaneously.

It would be impossible to describe the sense of shame that overcame the
poor parents; they seemed to think they were still under the influence
of some horrible dream, an idea which their children did their best to
foster, whilst they were delighted by the sight of their father's fine
prick stiffening again of itself, from the mere thought of having
enjoyed his daughter.

Presently Ethel and her brother glided noiselessly from the room, but
remained just outside the door to peep and listen. In a moment or two
Mr. Etheridge threw himself upon his wife in a perfect transport of
lust, exclaiming, "What a dream to fancy I've been fucking Ethel, and
what joys she gave me! I feel, dear, as randy as if I had been away
from you for six months!"

"How curious," sighed Mrs. Etheridge, "that I am also excited by having
been dreaming the same thing about dear Frank! Ah, how fine, stiff, and
hot your love of a prick is, my dear, and as moist as if you had really
had the girl. Put it into me quick, love, and I'll fancy you really are
Frank. I'm excited enough to do the real thing at this moment!"

"For shame, wife," responded Mr. Etheridge, "it's an awful sin even to
think about, and yet they do say the great Napoleon used to fuck his
own sisters and aunts, and considered he had a right to enjoy himself
as he pleased."

"Besides," continued Mrs. Etheridge, "there's the case of Lot and his
daughters, and no doubt they were thought quite as respectable as ever
by their acquaintances afterwards. In fact, they must have told about
it for Moses to have known how to write the tale, and he could not have
been very horrified at the incest, as he makes no mention of its being
discontinued by Lot when he found it out. And then, you know, the
ancient kings of Egypt always preferred to marry their mothers or
sisters."

Further remarks were stopped by the necessities of their amorous
combat, so brother and sister retired, fully satisfied that their
parents would soon be as easy as themselves with regard to incestuous
intercourse with their children.

Next day Mr. and Mrs. Etheridge appeared greatly distressed and hardly
able to look Frank and Ethel in the face, but in the course of a few
days this all wore off. Their equanimity returned, and whether owing to
the mysterious influence of mesmerism or otherwise, they afterwards
willingly enacted every species of licentiousness with their own
children.

One day Frank and Ethel related to their parents their experiences at
college and school. Mr. Etheridge was so inflamed at the tale of the
professor sodomizing the boy with the big prick that he declared he
should never rest until Frank had procured him the same pleasure.

"Let me see," he said, "if I can think of a handsome, finely developed
youth, who we can invite here some day for you to experimentalize upon.
Yes, there's young Harry Mortimer. He has got a fine looking lump in
his trousers--a perfect Adonis--I've often longed to handle his cock."

"You old sinner," laughed his wife, "I always thought you a strictly
moral man. And to think your ideas ever ran in such a beastly course.
I, too, must confess, now Frank's mesmerism has made us all free with
one another, how hard it has often been for me to retain my reputation
as a chaste wife. Why there's Dr. Stroker, our rector, who has tried me
dozens of times, and once actually showed me his fine tool when we were
alone in the drawing room. What a beauty it was! I almost fainted with
desire."

"Ah," said Ethel, "that's nothing to what he did with me, when I had to
go to the rectory to prepare for confirmation. I was always alone with
him. He used to laugh and tell me that religion was all humbug, he
himself only followed and preached it as his trade, to get a good
living. He would draw me on his lap, put his hands up my clothes, and
tell me my cunny would soon have a crop of beautiful soft hair on it.
And one day he threw me back and kissed my cunt till I fainted, and
when I came round my clothes were up to my waist, and he was standing
between my legs as they hung over the side of the sofa and frigging
himself so as to spend all over my belly, and after all would not let
me go home till I had kissed and handled his cock. That was just before
you sent me off to Madame Cul's school and no doubt all helped to make
Minette's touches so awfully exciting when she began to seduce me with
her wanton games."

"We'll have a game with him, Frank, my boy!" exclaimed Mr. Etheridge.
"My idea now is that we may all do what we like to enjoy ourselves,
only damn all jealousy. I'm a regular Communist now! Well, when I ride
out to-morrow I will call and ask Harry to spend an early day with you."

"Have you found anything worth reading to us yet, Frank?" asked his
Mamma.

"Yes, a little bit about the quarrels of the goddesses in heaven. It is
an old volume of the writings of the 'London Spy.' Here it is," said
Frank, taking up a book:



POEM



A health Jove began to the best end of Juno, By which they had often
been "Junctus in Uno," The bowl went about with much simp'ring and
winking, Each God lick'd his lips, at the health he was drinking;
Whilst Venus and Pallas look'd ready to rave, That her Goddesship's
scut should such preference have; The bowl being large, hoping the
rather Their amiable rumps might have swam altogether. Thus both being
vex'd, Venus swore by her power, The nectar had something in't, made it
drink sowre: Which Pallas confirm'd by her shield and her sword, And
vow'd 'twas as musty besides as a T----d But Juno perceiving 'twas out
of ill-nature, That Venus and Pallas abus'd the good creature, Because
to her Peacock, precedence was given, As the best and finest fledg'd
bird in the Heaven; Insinuating under a wink and a snicker, As if the
good health had corrupted the liquor: And finding they'd cast this
reflection upon her, In Juno 'twas justice to stand by her honour: Who
raising her bum from her seat in a passion, To Venus and Pallas she
made this oration: "Pray Goddesses! What do you mean, I beseech it, To
basely reflect on my Tippet-de-wichet? I know by your smiles, leering
looks, and your winks, And your items and jeers, you'd insinuate it
stinks: Dispraising the nectar, well knowing you meant, That a health
to my Tw----t gave the juice an ill scent. Nay, laugh if you please,
for I know I'm extreamly To blame, thus to blurt out a word so
unseemly. But all know the proverb, wherein it is said, That a What is
a What, and a Spade is a Spade; And now I'm provok'd, for a truth I may
tell it, Tho' as red as a fox, yet it smells like a vi'let. By Jove
I'll be judge, if I am not as sweet, I may say, as a primrose, from
head to my feet. And he, you may swear, who's my husband and lover, Has
kist me, and felt me, and smelt me all over, And if he can say an ill
scent does arise, From my ears, or my armpits, my c----t, or my thighs,
Like rotten old Cheshire, low Vervane or Ling, And altho' I'm goddess,
I'll hang in a string. Your self, Lady Fair, that arose from the sea,
Sure will not presume to be fragrant as me: The spark that has laid at
your feet all his trophies, Has smelt you sometimes strong as pickl'd
anchovies: But what if he has, were you ranker and older, You'd be e'en
good enough for a smith or a soldier." These words put the Goddess of
Love in a fire, And make her look redder than Mars that was by her. "My
beauty," said Venus, "obtain'd the Gold Apple." "Mine A----s Kiss,"
says Juno, "you shall have a couple. I'd have you to know, Queen of
Sluts, I defie you, And all you can say, or the bully that's by you.
And as for that Tomboy that boasts she can wield, In quarrels and
brangles, her lance and her shield, That never yet tasted the heavenly
blessing, But always lov'd fighting, much better than kissing: I know
she'd be glad to be ravish'd by force, By some lusty God, that's as
strong as a horse. But who'd be so forward, unless he was tipsie, To
choose for a miss, such a masculine gipsie? A termagant dowdy, a nasty
old maid; Who flights copulation, as if she was spay'd: Which makes me
believe, that under her bodice, She wants the dear gem, that's the
pride of a Goddess." Now Pallas, enrag'd at so high a reflection, Cry'd
out, "I thank Jove, I am made in perfection, And ev'ry thing have, from
a hole to a hair, Becoming the Goddess of Wisdom and War; As Paris well
knew, when he took a survey, Of those parts where a Goddess's
excellence lay; Who strok'd it and smil'd, when my legs he had parted,
And peep'd till I thought his poor eyes would have started. Then
licking his lips, did aver to be true, I was each way as full well
accomplish'd as you. Indeed, Madam Juno, I'll therefore be plain, If
ever I hear these reflections again: I vow as a Goddess, and no mortal
sinner, I shall have no patience, but handle your pinner." With that
the Great Jupiter rose up in hot anger, And looking on Pallas, was
ready to bang her. "Pox take ye," says he, "is your scolding a lecture,
That ought to be preach'd o'er a bowl of good nectar? To drink we came
hither, to sing and be civil; As gods, to be merry, and not play the
devil. Why, mortals on earth, that live crowded in allies, As
laundresses, porters, poor strumpets and bullies; When got o'er a
gallon of belch, or a sneaker Of punch, could not wrangle more over
their liquor. And you that are Goddesses, thus to be squabbling, As if
you were bred up to scow'ring and dabbling! And all for a fig, or a
fart, or a feather, Or some silly thing that's as trivial as either!
For shame, my Fair Goddesses, bridle your passions, And make not in
heaven such filthy orations About your bumfiddles; a very fine jest!
When the heavens all know, they but stink at the best. Tho' ye think
you much mend with your washes the matter, And help the ill-scent with
your orange flower water; But when you've done all, 'tis but playing
the fool, And like stifling a T----d, in a cedar close stool: Besides,
Gods of judgment have often confest That the natural scent without art
is the best." The Goddesses all, at these sayings, took snuff, And rose
from their seats in a damnable huff: Their frowns and their blushes,
they mingled together, And went off in a passion, I do not know
hither.



"Here's another fine burlesque poem I'll read, if you don't mind,"
continued Frank, "it's called 'Vulcan and Venus.'"



VULCAN AND VENUS



Says Vulcan to Venus, "Pray where have you been?" "Abroad," cries the
Goddess, "to see and be seen." "I fear," says the blacksmith, "you lead
an ill life, Tho' a Goddess, I doubt you're a bitch of a wife." "Why,
how now," cries Venus, "altho' you're my spouse, If you bitch me, you
brute, have a care of your brows; Why sure you don't think, I, the
Goddess of Beauty, By dint of ill language, will prove the more true
t'ye; Be civil, you'd best, or I vow by my placket, I'll make the god
Mars bastinado your jacket!" "Are you there with your bears?" Smung
replies to his Hussey. "Does Mars still refresh your old Furbilo, does
he; I feel by my forehead a coat that is scarlet, Of all kinds of
baits, is the best for a harlot; For beauty, I find, as 'tis commonly
said, Will nibble like fish at a rag that is red; But Hussey, tell me
any more of your Mars, And I'll run a hot bar in your Goddesship's
arse; I fear not your threats, there's a fart for your bully, No whore
in the Heavens shall make me her cully!" "You run a hot bar in my bum,"
quoth the dame, "Its a sign you've a mighty respect for the same; If
your love be so little as to abuse it, I'll keep it for those who know
better to use it; I'm certain no Goddess that values her honour, Would
bear the indignities you put upon her, And not from that minute resolve
out of spite, To improve your old horns till they hang in your light."
"You're an impudent slut," cries the smung at his bellows, "And I the
unhappiest of all marry'd fellows: I know you have made me a ram, I
have seen it, I catch'd you, you Whore, in the critical minute, Fast
lock'd in the arms of your lecherous God, Whilst his brawny posteriors
went niddity nod; And you, like a Slut, lay as pleased and contented,
As if every joint of your body consented; Altho' when you found you
were spy'd by your buck, Then you struggl'd and strove like a pig that
is stuck, And dismounting your God, would have made your escape, But I
saw by your actions it could be no rape; Tho' when you first heard, by
my patting-shoe tread, My approach to your Whoreship's adulterous bed,
I know you'd have flown with your coats and your bodice, And afterwards
vow'd 'twas some other lewd Goddess; But my net was too strong, it
prevented your flying, And so put a stop to your swearing and lying.
Besides, that the Gods might behold what a Slut Of a Beautiful Queen
they amongst them had got, I call'd 'em about, that their Honours might
stand, And be pimps to your Goddesship's bus'ness in hand, That in case
you the truth shou'd hereafter deny, I might call the whole Heavens to
witness you lie." "And what did you get?" cries the amorous dame, "For
the pains that you took, but a Cuckoldy Name; 'Tis true you're
confirmed you've a Whore for your wife, Pray is that any comfort or
ease to your life; And have made it appear to the Gods as a jest, That
your wife's reputation is none of the best; Does that make your labour
more easy or sweet, Or give you more gust to your drink or your meat?
'Tis true, you are fam'd for the net you have made, Pray what did you
catch in't but horns for your head; You know that your rival don't
value a trap, Or a net, any more than a child or a clap; A soldier is
never asham'd of his vices, But rather is proud of a Goddess's kisses;
And thinks it adds more to a hero's renown, To subdue a fair lady than
conquer a town; Your spite must be therefore intended alone, Against
me, and that my little faults might be known; Since 'tis as it is, I am
very well pleas'd, Your head shall be loaded, my tail shall be eas'd;
For since you have publish'd my shame and disgrace, And have made me a
jest to the heavenly race; I'll be impudent now, and whenever I meet,
My dear favourite Mars, tho' it be in the street; If a bulk be but
near, I will never more dally, He shall, if it pleases him, ay marry
shall he; Thus all you shall get by your open detection, Of one silly
error in female affection, Is a wife that will cuckold you worse out of
spite, Now she's catch'd, than before she e're did for delight; To
punish thy head and heart, that very vice, Which I us'd but in private
whilst honour was nice; I'll publickly now practice over and o'er, Till
thou'rt fain'd for a Cuckold and I for a Whore." Cries Vulcan, "Could
ever man think that a Goddess, Admir'd for her charms by such numbers
of noddies, Should ever be curst with so rampant a tail, That will
wallow more love-sap, than I can do ale; A pox on your rump, for I
plainly see 'tis As salt as your parents, Oceanus and Tethys. But had I
first known you had sprung from salt water, The Devil for me, should
have marry'd the daughter; Besides, you are grown both so lustful and
bold, And for all your sweet looks, have a Billingsgate tongue, That is
fifty times worse than a fishwoman's hung. If these be the plagues of a
beautiful wife, O ease me, Great Jove, of so cursed a life; If La Pies
divine, who inhabit the Heavens, Will Whore on like mortals, at sixes
and sevens; Rave, rattle, and taunt at their horrify'd spouses, And
ramble abitching thro' all the twelve houses; For all your fine
features I'll e'en give you over, The charms of a Whore are but plagues
to a lover. Get you gone and be pox'd, to your old bully Mars, Let a
God be a slave to your Goddesship's A----s; Whilst I'm contempt of your
infamous rump, On my anvil will knock, with a thump, a thump-thump!"



The second day after Frank had read these curious old bits to his
parents and sister, they were all delighted by the arrival of young
Harry Mortimer to spend a day with his old school-mate.

To judge by appearances Mr. Etheridge had every cause for the curious
desires he had confessed to, two days before. Harry was a really
handsome youth of seventeen, with golden coloured hair, the bloom of
the peach on his cheeks, and a most loveable pair of deep blue eyes
which seemed full of the humid fire of love. He had also a finely
developed form, which his close-fitting garments set off to the best
advantage, and, above all, what had the most charm for the eyes of his
friends as they so heartily welcomed him to their house was the evident
precocity of his organs of love, which in their quiescent state showed
a most prominent lump in his trousers.

Mrs. Etheridge: "Why Harry, what a fine fellow you have grown since I
saw you a year ago. No doubt you are too bashful to kiss Ethel now, but
you will surely embrace an old friend like me, who used to nurse you in
my arms as a baby," giving him such an amorous hug and smack upon his
cheeks that the young fellow blushed up to his eyes.

After luncheon Frank took Harry for a walk, and asking him if he would
like to look at their horses, they bent their steps to the stables
where the groom Thomas, a fine handsome young fellow of about twenty,
was polishing the coats of his charges, at the same time as he emitted
that curious hissing which all stablemen so mysteriously accustom
themselves to when busy over their work. He did not see the two young
gentlemen till they had been watching his operations for a few seconds,
but as soon as he did so, respectfully touched his cap and asked them
to look at his horses.

Walking into the stable, Thomas, cap in hand, respectfully pointed out
all the perfections of his pets and the neatness of all the
appointments. Then he conducted them into the harness room, which was
at the top of a short flight of stairs.

Thomas was about to close an interior door, which half open gave a view
into his own private quarters, when, a sudden idea striking him, Frank
said, "You won't mind, Thomas, if we take a peep into your
sanctum--unless you have got a young lady you would rather we did not
see. I only want to let Mr. Mortimer see how cosy your room is,
besides, you know, I have often had a sly smoke with you there on wet
days when I was home for the holidays before, and I know you have
always got some nice clean glasses in your cupboard, if not anything
better than water to offer us. But I have taken care of that and
brought a good flask of finest brandy. I got the housekeeper to give me
some of papa's real _vieux cognac_. It's ever so old and goes down like
milk. Just the thing, Thomas, to keep you up to your work when you have
a nice girl. But I forget you never do anything of the sort, eh! How
about little Lucy, the under-housemaid, who I hear had to go home with
a big belly not long ago?"

"Lord, sir!" said Thomas, quite enjoying Frank's joke, "that'll be
another of old Stroker's kids when it's born. He did it when she went
up to be taught her confirmation lesson. I'm told he confirmed seven
girls in fucking, this examination. He's a regular ram of a parson, and
will soon be the father of all the young'uns in the parish. I wonder
Master let Miss Ethel go to him at all. I always suspected the old
fellow after the way he treated me."

They entered the snug little bedroom, where everything was a clean as a
new pin, and seated themselves on the only two chairs that were there,
whilst the groom brought out the glasses and fetched a jug of bright
sweet spring water from the pump outside.

Frank, mixing a rather stiffish drop, said, "Now, Thomas, drink the
Rev. Mr. Stroker's health, and then tell us all about his tricks with
you."

Himself and Harry also took a little of the brandy. And Thomas, pressed
to begin, cleared his throat and commenced:

"Well, Mr. Frank and Mr. Mortimer, I don't mind letting you into the
secret, but the fact is every time I think of the old rascal's
indecency it makes my cock stand, but you must not tell a soul what I
now tell you."

"All right, go on, old fellow, just a drop more brandy to encourage
your bashfulness, eh!" laughed Frank.

Thomas, wiping his mouth after a good swig at the brandy and water:
"Well, sirs, that righteous old sinner, as an Irishman would say, began
by asking me questions about who made me. If I knew there was a God and
a Devil. Then about the world and the flesh, and so on, a lot of
rubbish out of the church prayerbook. 'You know, Thomas, my boy,' he
said, 'that the "flesh" means having to do with girls and other dirty
indecent things which come into the heads of rude boys. Now tell me if
you ever did anything of that kind with other boys or girls?'

"This was rather a poser for me. I didn't like to tell a downright lie
and knew I had been a party to one or two little games of that sort,
such as we used to do in the hayfield, throwing the girls down, turning
up their clothes, and showing them our cocks, which no doubt the old
rascal knew. I could feel my face was turning quite red with confusion.
'Ha, I see what it is, Thomas! I must thoroughly examine you and tell
by the look of your penis' (that is the word I think he used, but you
know he meant my cock), as he ordered me to unbutton and show him my
privates, and he would soon tell if I had been up to any of the Devil's
wickedness.

"As soon as I was exposed to him he told me to draw the skin of my cock
back, which I did.

"'Do it again, my boy, there now, again--two or three times mind.'

"Then I expect he saw slight signs of a rise, saying, 'Do it
quicker--quicker, boy' till I had the horn quite stiff.

"'My gracious! You're finely grown for your age, Thomas. Now did you
never show that to a gal?'

"'Well, sir,' I said, rather shamefaced at what he was making me do, 'I
did once, but only once, sir, and Polly Jones felt it with her hand,
and let me feel what her cock was like, too.'

"'Fine goings on in my parish, 'pon my word, Thomas, but what sort a
thing had she got? Because you know gals have nothing like this,' he
said, taking hold of my standing prick.

"'She'd--she'd only a little crack, sir,' I replied. 'Pray let me go
now, sir, I don't like it.' He was regularly frigging me.

"'Silly boy, here's a half-crown to keep quiet, if you let me handle it
a bit, and you shall have another every time you come to me,' he said,
giving me the money, and soon frigged me to a spend and then let me go.
I didn't think much harm in it, and was very glad to get the parson's
half-crowns, so went twice a week for examination. He wasn't satisfied
with just frigging me, but sometimes went down on his knees and sucked
my cock till I spent in his mouth, which I liked better, but when he
wanted me to do the same for him, and even offered me a sovereign, I
wouldn't do it, only let him rub his great cock against my belly and
balls, and then he would spend, holding the head of my prick against
his own and so drawing his own foreskin over it. Then I had the
sovereign never to open my lips about it, and at last was confirmed."

Frank now gave Thomas a drop more brandy and asked him if he would like
to be mesmerized, adding, "If you are game to let me, you will then
have to answer truthfully any questions I ask and do everything I tell
you."

Thomas: "Now, Mr. Frank, you are trying to get at me--as if I would
believe that. I ain't afraid. You may try."

Frank: "Then look me steadily in the face, and let me hold you by your
two thumbs."

Thomas: "All right, sir, but I be sure you can't make me do as you say."

For a little while he resisted the effects of Frank's mesmeric art, but
in less than five minutes his eyes had a quite vacant look, and in
obedience to his young master he seated himself on the side of the bed.

"Now, Harry, let me do you as well, as I have an idea I want to carry
out."

"You may take hold of my thumbs as you did with Thomas, but I defy you
to mesmerize me," said Harry, laughing.

"That's too bad," replied Frank with a smile, "but there's no harm in
trying what I can do, old fellow, eh?"

It was a hard task to fix the gaze of his youthful companion, but by
patience and perseverance Frank succeeded at last in putting him also
into a perfect state of mesmeric sleep.

"Now, my fine fellows, I shall be well rewarded for my trouble before I
bring you round again, and it's my turn before I fetch Papa on the
scene, I think."

He stripped himself, and ordered his two subjects to do the same, put a
small box of cold cream under the pillow of the bed so as to be at
hand, then contemplated and handled the young groom and his friend.

Thomas was furnished with a lovely tosser, which swelled rapidly under
his touches as he uncovered the ruby head and gently pulled the
foreskin backward and forward.

"Now, Thomas, keep yourself stiff by gentle frigging, but mind not to
spend till I order you," he said; then he turned to the beautiful Harry
Mortimer, who came to his side as soon as ordered. He was indeed an
Adonis--splendidly shaped in every limb, delightfully plump and firm
white flesh, rosy cheeks, sparkling blue eyes--but Frank was so
engrossed with his jewel of a prick, which was a perfect gem of the
first water, nearly eight inches long when erect, as white and hard as
ivory, yet of velvety softness to the touch, and set in a bed of soft,
curly, golden-brown hair, which ornamented the roots and shaded the
full bag of tricks in their receptacle below.

How Frank handled, caressed, and kissed this treasure of love, as he
ejaculated, "Oh, Papa, oh Mamma, what a thrill the sight of this will
give you both. But I must enjoy it first!"

Placing himself on the bed, sitting up with his back supported by a
pillow, he ordered Thomas to straddle his lap. Taking up the box of
cream, he first anointed the head of his own impatient priapus, then
did the same to Thomas' fundament, working his two fingers well in it,
which made the groom's prick throb and stiffen enormously. Then Frank
adjusted his tool to the wrinkled orifice; in obedience to his
mysterious influence Thomas slowly impaled himself upon it, till his
buttocks embraced its whole length and Frank had his man's cock
deliciously chafing and rubbing between their naked bellies at every
movement. Passing his hands under Thomas' armpits, Harry was made to
come forwards behind the groom and present his glorious prick over the
left shoulder so that Frank could take that lovely ruby head in his
mouth, whilst his hands drew back the foreskin and tickled and played
with its appendages, the mere touch of which filled Frank with
maddening lust.

Never had he experienced such ecstasy and erotic fury as this
conjunction with his groom and friend now caused him to feel, he
thrilled from head to toe with voluptuous excitement as his spendings
seemed to shoot from him again and again, with a very few seconds
between each emission, whilst Harry on his part deluged his mouth and
lips with the balmy juice of his virginity and Thomas also flooded his
belly with convulsive jets of spunk, all of them being so young and
vigorous they seemed almost inexhaustible.

At last Frank began to feel it was too much and sank back, overcome by
such an acme of enjoyment, as his prick dropped gradually out of the
groom's fundus.

Presently recovering himself a little, he took a sip of neat brandy,
hastily dressed himself, and willing his subjects to lie quietly on the
bed till he came back, he ran with bated breath, and flushed as he was
with delight, to call his father and mother to the scene.

They all came back together after the lapse of a few minutes. Papa and
Mamma, on entering the little bedroom over the stable, were struck at
once by the entrancing sight which met their eyes, of these two
beautiful young fellows lying naked on the bed; but in a minute or two
both of them threw off all their clothing, in order to thoroughly avail
themselves of the treat provided by their dutiful son.

Frank, by his influence, now willed Harry to kneel up on the bed on his
hands and knees, whilst Thomas was to lie flat on his back.

Mr. Etheridge, who had brought a fine dildo with him, now put cold
cream on it and also on Harry's bum-hole, then inserting the instrument
slowly it gradually won its way in, and he watched its effects with
delight as young Mortimer's cock began to stand again in all its
previous glory. He mounted on the couch behind him, and withdrawing the
dildo, put his own rampant prick in its place, having first lubricated
it with cold cream, then clasping his arms around the dear youth, he
frigged that fine prick, exactly as Frank had seen the professor do
with the boy at college.

Mrs. Etheridge waited a few moments watching her spouse's operation
till her blood was so fired with amorous excitement that she at once
seized upon Thomas' cock, which was lying rather limp between his fine
thighs, then forcing his legs a little further apart, she gamahuched
him and licked his splendid balls till he was as stiff as ever; then
mounting upon her man she slowly impaled herself upon his luscious
battering ram as she lowered her body till her lips met his in a fiery
voluptuousness, to which, under Frank's mysterious influence, the groom
responded with all the ardour of his nature.

For a few moments Mrs. Etheridge continued to kiss and thrust her
tongue into Thomas' mouth, whilst she kept her buttocks steady and
revelled in the sense of possession which that fine prick afforded her,
as her cunt felt thoroughly gorged by the delicious morsel.

Frank, who had intended to enjoy the scene as a passive spectator, was
again fired by the sight of such a voluptuous group, his prick
beginning to stiffen again, notwithstanding his previous exhaustion, so
mounting on the bed he faced his Papa, and letting down his trousers
presented his half erect cock to Harry Mortimer's lips, as he willed
him to take it in his mouth and suck it lusciously. The youth's lips
opened mechanically, the very first touch of them sending a thrill of
pleasure through Frank's frame so that he stiffened up immediately, and
fucked the boy's mouth gently, so as not to come again too soon.

Mr. and Mrs. Etheridge both spent quickly, being each of them so
excited by the idea of what they were doing, but keeping their places
they all went on without stopping, Papa frigging his dear boy Harry,
and making his prick spend copiously, receiving the love juice in his
hand and rubbing it deliciously over the balls and shaft of the cock he
was caressing.

They kept it up deliberately and slowly for some time, so as to enjoy
the two fine young fellows to the utmost, then all come together with
screams and cries of extasy--Frank seeming to control the whole party
by his mesmeric influence in such a way that their very souls vibrated
in accordance with his wishes, the enjoyment of father, mother, and son
being simply inexpressible.

"Ah, Frank, my dear boy," sighed Mr. Etheridge, "you have afforded us a
heavenly treat, but it must now come to an end or we may some of us
actually expire under such excessive emotions."

After dressing and willing the two subjects also to assume their
clothes, Papa and Mamma went away. Frank recalled Thomas and Harry to
consciousness and bantered them about the games he had made them go
through at his command. "Would you believe it? You did anything I
ordered--sucking each other's pricks, and frigging each other, and
doing exactly what I liked to order."

Neither of them would believe it, saying they had only been off for a
very short time and that he had tumbled the bed to make believe what he
said of them was true. At the same time both admitted having had very
confused though pleasing dreams.

A few days after what has just been related, Harry Mortimer paid them
another visit, which the family council had resolved should be a
regular "mesmeric seance."

Besides their young friend they had invited the rector of the parish,
Dr. Stroker, and his two nieces, Blanche and Ada Manners, very pretty
brunettes of sixteen and fifteen.

The day passed delightfully on the grounds where they played croquet,
or retired to the summer house for refreshment.

During the course of the afternoon Mamma and the parson took a walk by
themselves. Mrs. Etheridge, with assumed unconsciousness, pointing out
the beauties of the flowers, or calling his attention to the occasional
glimpses of the sea, which they obtained through openings of the
landscape, till they neared a rustic seat, where she declared she was
so very fatigued she must rest awhile if the Doctor did not object.

Seating herself with a slight sigh of relief, she remarked, "How tiring
the game of croquet always seemed," adding, "do you not think it is
quite absurd for us old people to join with the young ones in such
games?"

"My dear Madame," replied the Doctor, "we are always children as long
as we live. We enjoy the games of youth with zest, even if we have not
the same powers, and it is the same with love, which so enthralls us
that I verily believe the older we get the more enthusiastic we become
in its pursuit. Now confess, my dear Mrs. Etheridge, is it not so with
you?"

"Fie, Doctor, pray don't take advantage of our secluded position to
press that hopeless, wicked suit of yours. Besides, sir," she added
with a laugh, "this is, you know, Saturday afternoon, and such thoughts
can only be prompted by the devil to drive out of your mind all your
ideas for to-morrow's sermon."

The parson now ventured to put his arm round that voluptuous waist, as
he drew closer still to his lovely companion, saying, "No fear of that,
my dear Madame. Can you guess what my text is to be to-morrow?"

"How could I, you silly man?" said Mrs. Etheridge with a very
encouraging smile. "Is it anything out of the common?"

"Well, hem--I think it so, Madame, and one that will bring your sins of
omission to your conscience," answered he.

"Don't keep me in suspense, but tell me at once, you foolish fellow,
you know I can't guess."

"Can't guess--can't guess even! How you do dissimulate, Mrs. Etheridge,
when I know you're always thinking of it, my dear lady. Well then,
it's--it's prick--no, I mean the first commandment--you know what that
is surely, look at this fine specimen of the Creator's work, and say if
you can despise his command, 'to be fruitful and multiply, and
replenish the earth,'" he said, placing in her hand his great big
standing priapus which he had let out of his trousers.

The touch was electric, a shiver of desire ran through her whole frame,
as her fingers seemed to grasp the lovely jewel without knowing what
she was about; her eyes closed and she sank back apparently shocked and
helpless on the seat.

"Dear lady," the Doctor went on, "the Devil can never prevent me
preaching from that text. I could speak extempore upon it for hours, it
was the very first command both to Adam and also to Noah when he came
out of the ark. Dear Mrs. Etheridge, let me touch that divine cunt of
yours. I can't make out what your husband has been about since the
charming Ethel was born that you have had no more children, you surely
have not obeyed that commandment!"

His hands were already under her dress, feeling those splendid thighs,
and gradually working their way up to the seat of bliss.

Mrs. Etheridge's whole form heaved with emotion, he could feel her
quiver under his touches, and mistook it for the modesty of her nature
rebelling at the libidinous thoughts which his rude proceeding aroused
within her, whereas, in reality, it arose from the unbounded lubricity
of her nature, now fired by the intensity of her desires.

The Reverend Dr. Stroker was no timid gallant, he proceeded with
rapidity from one liberty to another, throwing the lady into still
greater confusion. Pressing his lips to hers, he seemed ready to devour
her with his fiery kisses, while Mrs. Etheridge also was utterly bereft
of power to resist his advances, so pulling up her clothes he forced
his legs between her yielding thighs, and soon brought the nose of Mr.
Peaslin to the mark. As it just touched the lips of that seraphic cunt
the effect was irresistible on the slightly struggling lady, who
suddenly opened her legs as widely as possible to meet his charge, and
throwing her arms around his neck, returned his kisses with equal
ardour as she sighed, "Oh, I am undone, give it me now, dear Doctor,
but oh! oh!! oh!!! how shall we take the Holy Communion to-morrow?" as
he thrust so vigorously that she was almost beside herself with delight.

"This is the real communion, to-morrow's ceremony is only a farce. Do
you think that anyone is ever really fit according to the rubric? Away
with such silly nonsense, there is nothing in heaven or earth to
compare with the delights of coition!" And his movements went on, each
stroke of that fine cock filling her vagina to repletion, and arousing
every muscle and membrane of her body to the acme of felicity.

At last both spent together, and they were lying in the state of
lethargic enjoyment when the sound of laughter at a distance soon
aroused them to a sense of their exposed position, and they had barely
time to set things straight before Mr. Etheridge. Frank, Harry, and the
three girls came upon the scene.

No particular remarks were made at the time, but significant glances
from Mrs. Etheridge informed her husband and children of the pleasure
she had just tasted.

They returned to the house for dinner, and afterwards having adjourned
to the drawing room, Mrs. Etheridge ordered the servants to have coffee
and refreshments ready in the ante-room, but upon no account to disturb
their party, as the Doctor was going to give a scientific lecture.

As soon as the servants were gone the parson expressed his surprise at
Mrs. Etheridge's announcement, being, as he said, utterly unprepared to
give lectures at a minute's warning. To which the hostess replied with
a slightly ironical tone in her voice, "But, Doctor, you told me this
afternoon you could lecture upon and illustrate the first commandment
at any time. However, if you do not feel equal to lecturing for our
amusement, my Frank shall show some of his mesmeric tricks which he
acquired in Germany, and you shall be his first subject."

"Not the slightest objection in the world to that, if it will amuse
you, my dear Mrs. Etheridge," replied the rector, "but don't tell me
afterwards that I have been confessing to all sorts of scandalous
things, because I know these mesmeric lecturers can make their subjects
say anything."

During this dialogue Frank had, unobserved by the others, quietly put
Miss Blanche into a state of unconsciousness, then turning to Harry
told him that if he would submit to be again operated upon, he could
make him and the Doctor's niece dance and sing to his orders to amuse
the company.

Harry Mortimer was too good-natured to refuse, and after him Frank also
put the parson and Ada Manners into the same state, then as he looked
around upon his parents and sisters he asked them, with a look of
triumph, what the programme was to be.

Ethel: "You left me out of the little party over the stable the other
afternoon, so now it is my turn to be considered."

Papa: "By all means, my darling, only say what you wish for."

Ethel: "Then we will all strip, and as I wish particularly to feel that
great and reverend prick, I will kneel on the couch and have the Doctor
dog fashion, so we can see all what is going on. First make the two
girls frig each other, then they shall be made to do the same to Harry
and Frank, who will afterwards take their virginities, whilst you and
Mamma will be delighted to gamahuche and help the operation, and after
that we will be guided by our fancies."

This pleased everyone. The subjects were made to strip off everything
except the ladies' boots and stockings, presenting a most luscious
sight to the free-loving family. Then to make up a tableau Frank willed
that the Doctor, naked as he was, should take and seat his two nieces
on his knees, and under his influence each of the two sisters at once
extended a hand to grasp his glorious prick, which at the same time
rose in all its pride of strength, so that their delicate hands, one
above the other on its shaft, still left the purple head towering above
the uppermost by two or three inches at least.

Harry also took his place by the side of Ada, who caressed his
stiffened cock with her disengaged hand, whilst Blanche did the same to
Frank, who had stripped and stood by her side to complete the group.

Beautiful as was this scene, Ethel lost very little time before she
placed herself on the couch on all fours, and as Frank ordered his
subjects, the two nieces fairly dragged their uncle by his prick, till
they got him up behind Ethel, and planted the head of his fiery steed
just within the lips of her longing cunt.

Mr. and Mrs. Etheridge now produced their birch rods, and began to
stimulate the parson with a shower of stinging cuts, the tips of the
birch often also touching up Ethel's bum or thighs and adding very
materially to her erotic enjoyment, as the Doctor fucked in a perfect
fury of lust under the effects of the birching, which fairly scored his
firm, hard flesh, breaking the skin and drawing little drops of blood.

Meanwhile Frank had conducted Harry Mortimer and the rector's nieces to
another part of the room, and willed the two girls to frig each other.
They were perfectly amenable to his every wish, Blanche stretching
herself at full length on a fine rug made of the skin of wild cats
(which are said to have such exciting effects on those who recline upon
them).

Ada was made to reverse herself upon her elder sister, and each opening
their legs with the utmost freedom, frigged and gamahuched each other's
cunts in such a luscious manner as left little doubt in Frank's mind
that the two young girls had often before had rehearsals of the same
game in private.

The mesmerizer and his young friend knelt down also on the rug on
either side of the tribades, and facing each other, embraced with the
most apparent ardour across the bodies of the writhing and excitable
girls. Each of them put an arm round the other's neck, their lips
meeting in the most wanton manner possible as they sucked each other's
tongues, whilst their disengaged hands were applied to their respective
pricks, till the spending moment came upon the group
simultaneously--the two girls almost fainting from excess of pleasure
as they emitted their virgin love juice, whilst the young fellows above
them also spent as they held the noses of their pricks together,
letting the overflow of sperm sprinkle all over Blanche and Ada below.

The other group had had an equally extatic finish, Ethel pushing back
her bottom upon the parson's prick at the critical moment with all the
energy of her maddening lust, and receiving within the inmost recess of
her insatiable womb a perfect torrent of bliss, making her fairly
scream with delight as she sank down on the couch from the voluptuous
exhaustion of the moment, the folds of her cunt tightening and
throbbing upon his delighted prick in such a way that it retained its
stiffness, and soon recommenced another thrilling course with Ethel
lying flat under him face downwards. It was a delicious situation--she
held him so tightly, although his prick did not go so far in, that he
screamed out, "Holy Moses, what a fuck! Her cunt's as tight as a boy's
arsehole!" as he clung to her and ground his teeth in the height of his
excitement.

Mr. Etheridge was behind him now, and using some cold cream on the
Doctor's rough-looking, brown, wrinkled bottom-hole, presented his cock
to the mark, and clinging tightly round his waist soon gained admission
by the reverend back door. How tight and warm it was to his excited
priapus, which answered by a thrust to every heave of the parson's
bottom as he fucked the dear girl beneath him.

Mamma also, not to be left out of the game, mounted on the long couch,
and lying on her back in front of her daughter, opened her thighs so as
to embrace Ethel's face and present her longing cunt for her to suck.
Then reclining her head and shoulders on a large cushion, she called
for Frank and Harry to leave the two girls, and come on either side of
her so that they could both present the heads of their pricks to her
lips, whilst she handled their balls and frigged them till they shot
into her mouth a double flow of the nectar of love which she so loved
to drain to the very last drop.

Papa revelled in his rear attack as his hand fondled with delight the
Doctor's prick and balls at every withdrawal from Ethel's cunt, the
lips of which he could also feel as they tenaciously clung round the
shaft of that fine instrument, which was giving such pleasure at every
thrust.

At this juncture Frank willed the parson to awake from the mesmeric
trance. His eyes resumed their wanton intelligence, and as he at once
realised the situation, his usual sanctified demeanour caused him to
give vent to an assumed exclamation of horror, "How awful, what have
they been doing to me!" Then, "Oh, it must be a dream of my old college
days, by Jove, how we fucked and buggered at Oxford!"

"That's right, Doctor," laughed Frank, "now you are beginning to fairly
comprehend how we are punishing you for taking advantage of Mamma this
afternoon, only it's pleasure instead of pain, old boy. But we thought
anyone with such a glorious prick as yours ought not to be too hardly
treated."

The spasm of pleasure prevented further speech at the moment, fairly
carrying away the whole group by the intensity of the sensations which
such erratic voluptuousness could not fail to produce upon natures
which, after all, were only sustained by the ordinary powers of
humanity, in fact it was too exhaustive to allow of further indulgence
in venery upon the present occasion. But after recovering a little, the
Doctor, who now thoroughly relished the idea, proposed that Harry,
Blanche, and Ada should be still kept in their entranced state to
afford them amusement, as he said it would be a fine treat to make them
tell all the little games they had been up to.

The three subjects were not allowed to dress, but all the others now
resumed their clothes, then the parson proceeded to catechise them.



Q.--Blanche, did you ever hear how babies are made?

A.--A girl at school told me the men shove their cocks into the girls,
and shoot their spunk into them, which makes the babies.

Q.--Do the girls like to have that done to them?

A.--Yes, it's awfully funny and nice, makes our cunts what they call
spend with pleasure.

Q.--Have you ever felt anything of it yourself? Do the girls play at
fathers and mothers at school?

A.--Nearly every night we used to change bedfellows for the purpose of
having a fresh bit of cock, as we used to call their fingers.

Q.--Go on, tell us all about it.

A.--Some of the girls used a candle or the finger of a glove stuffed
out to make a little prick, a well greased carrot was fine I can tell
you. Once they nearly drove me mad with delight by fucking me with a
carrot, whilst another girl used a tallow candle in my bumhole till
nothing but the wick was left. But I felt awfully bad next day, and you
can fancy I passed tallow when I went to the closet.

Q.--Well, and how did Ada get on?

A.--She did not sleep in our room, she was with the French governess.

Q.--Now, Ada, you must also tell us all you know.

A.--The French governess was so hairy and rude, she began by tickling
my fanny till I didn't know what I was doing, then she laid me back on
the bed, and forced her face between my thighs, and sucked my cunny.

Q.--Well, go on, out with everything.

A.---After a while she would lay over me, and make me kiss her great
hairy slit. Oh, you should have seen what a lot of hair she had on her
belly, as black as jet right up to her navel. And then she used to
wriggle about, and wet all my lips and face, which she called spending.
A favorite game of hers was to make me frig her by forcing as much as I
could of one of my titties into her cunt, which seemed to drive her
almost wild; she would kiss my legs, feet, and any part she could reach
in a frantic way whilst I was doing it.

Q.--Did she never do the same thing to you?

A.--Yes, it was awfully fine to feel her titty and nipple rubbing just
inside the lips of my little cunny, I believe she made me spend--at
least, I fainted and found myself all wet afterwards.

Q.---What other rude games have you been up to, by yourself or with
your sister?

A.--When we were home for the holidays we used to frig each other with
our fingers or titties, the latter was quite a new idea to Blanche.
Then we got a little dog to suck our cunnies. Ah, that was another fine
game, his tongue seemed to go everywhere, and drive us wild with
delight. One day we took it in turns to suck his little prick whilst he
was licking one of us--it was beautiful, but drove the little beast
almost mad. At last we had to tie a stone round his neck and drown the
poor thing, because he was always getting under our clothes.

Q.--Now, Harry, when did you first touch a girl's thing?

A.--I suppose I was about twelve when that happened. My aunt Clara, a
very beautiful young widow of twenty-three, who had just lost my uncle
(her husband) in the terrible Clayton Tunnel accident, and I may here
add that what hurt her sensitive feelings almost more than his loss was
the fact that the gay young fellow had taken a girl on the sly with him
to Brighton for the day, and you know it was on the return journey that
the collision occurred. Well, her grief and thoughts of his conduct,
she said, made her so nervous and low spirited that she begged my Mamma
to allow little Harry, as she called me, to go and stay with her for a
time as companion. Every morning she would come into my bedroom to
awaken me with a loving kiss, pulling off the bed-clothes, and playing
me all sorts of tricks to make me get up. On one occasion, feeling
unusually tired, I begged she would let me lay only a few minutes
longer, as I drew her beautiful face down to my lips and smothered her
with kisses. I was almost uncovered at the moment, it was a bright May
morning, and the glorious sun was flooding the apartment with his beams
of light and warmth. "My darling boy," she said softly, "I have a
slight headache, and will rest on the bed by your side a little while,"
throwing her arms around me, and nestling her soft cheeks against mine.
I soon felt her hands wandering over every part of my body, but it was
so nice that when I felt her touch my naked thigh, I felt a curious
kind of alloverishness, and my little prick stood as stiff as a poker.
At last she touched even that. My eyes were apparently closed,
pretending to be in a doze, but I could see the blush that came into
her cheeks, and felt her give a kind of shudder all over. She caressed
my little cocky for a moment or two, which gave me a kind of longing
for her to go on. I could see she was greatly agitated, but my own
sense of pleasure prevented me thinking much about that. My heart
seemed to go out to her in a gush of love, as I suddenly opened my
eyes, and throwing my arms around her neck once more, kissed her again
and again.

How her eyes sparkled, and she seemed to blush deeper than ever, but
her soft hand never let go of the little treasure she had secured.

"Harry, my dear boy, is your little affair often like this? It is quite
unnaturally hard," she asked me in a low, husky kind of whisper.
"Perhaps you are ill, my dear, let me see," saying which she threw back
the bed-clothes, and examined my privates, handling my stiff pintle
very tenderly, as if she really thought there might be something the
matter with me, and finished by kissing my cock and taking the poor
thing in her mouth as she said it must be quite painful to bear. You
may guess that the only effect of her endearments was to make my affair
swell up bigger than I had ever known it, as well as putting me in a
kind of flutter all over, in fact I can't describe how she made me feel.

The next night I had been asleep about a couple of hours when I was
suddenly awakened by someone bringing a light into my room; it was
Auntie Clara in her nightdress. "Harry," she said, "I feel so nervous,
pray do come and sleep with me, I don't like to ask the servants, and
you can slip back into your room in the morning."

I was too pleased to say no, and soon found myself in her bed nestling
close to her, with my face between her soft bubbles. She at once asked
me if my affair was stiff, and seemed astonished to find it again hard
when she caressed it, as I told her it had been quite limp all day.

She kissed me again and again, telling me it proved I was getting to be
a man. "But, Harry darling, you must never say a word about it. Would
you like to be my little husband and always sleep with me?"

"Oh, Auntie, that would be delightful, would you marry me if I was a
man?" I asked in reply.

"Yes, darling, and I will wait till you grow up, if you promise now to
be my husband, and keep secret everything between us."

How we played together after I gave her my solemn promise. She let me
feel her all over, got out of bed, lighted three or four candles, and
stripped herself quite naked for me to see what she was like. She made
me kiss her lovely cunt, all covered and shaded by dark chestnut hair
as it was, and assured me I should soon also have hair round the roots
of my cock, then she showed me how to be a husband to her, and made me
work my little cock in her till she almost drowned it in her spendings.

So you see I have been engaged to be married ever since then, and every
time we have a chance Aunt Clara accords me all the rights of a
husband. She says we have only to wait a year or two now, as she has a
handsome income, enough for us both if my parents object.



This was the end of the seance, the subjects were all put in order and
restored to consciousness, and the Doctor quietly whispered to Mr. and
Mrs. Etheridge that he should like to bring his two nieces after the
Sunday evening service, to be mesmerized again and have their
maidenheads taken, it would be such a treat to see it done.

It is not necessary to weary the reader by full details of how Frank
and Harry did this for them, to complete the satisfaction of their
reverend uncle, who again enjoyed the delights of being sandwiched
between his host and hostess, and helped them to realise every erotic
imagination of their hearts.

By way of conclusion it will perhaps be interesting to relate the
experiences of a young lady (none other than Minette) who paid a visit
to this charming family in later days.

The account is taken from a letter sent to a gentleman friend, to whom
she was much attached at the time.

One day we were all taken into what I imagined to be the drawing room,
but afterwards ascertained it was a place strictly confined to the
private use of the family and that but one confidential servant was
ever allowed to enter it, for the purpose of cleaning, dusting, and
keeping it in order. The walls were hung with pictures of the most
exciting character, and in the centre of the room was a huge bed,
covered with crimson velvet and stuffed with down, but without any of
the ordinary bed-clothing, instead there were a quantity of cushions
variously shaped and also covered with velvet. Some of these were
fitted with concealed dildoes, so that when pressed between the thighs
the most delightful frigging could be produced. Some were fitted with
artificial cunts for the use of gentlemen, if they felt so inclined.
There were flogging machines of every description, and various articles
of furniture for supporting the body in peculiar positions which might
be required while being fucked, sucked, or buggered.

The door was no sooner closed than I was seized by Frank and his mother
and tumbled on the bed, where they rummaged every part of my body,
bottom-hole, cunt, and bubbies, and at last forced one of the
dildo-cushions between my thighs and compelled me to frig myself upon
it, while they pulled up my clothes and slapped my poor arse for some
minutes without mercy, laughing and enjoying my screams as my tender
rump plunged up and down in exquisite pain.

Ethel was helping them by sitting on my shoulders so that I was quite
powerless, but when they presently desisted from that cruel slapping
and I felt tongue, finger, or prick alternately forced up my bottom, it
was delicious--the heat of the previous infliction making me feel so
lecherous that the spunk actually spurted from my quim as I wriggled
myself up and down on the dildo.

Ethel I found also (as soon as the paroxysm of spending had allayed my
feelings a little, and I was allowed to look around) was sucking her
father's prick, whilst he was frigging her.

Next, the servant Maud entered the room and was immediately stripped to
the skin and bound to a flogging machine, where they birched her
deliciously (at least it looked so to me, although she screamed and
writhed about in pain, and begged for mercy as the tears streamed down
her face), till she was on the verge of spending. She was then left to
suffer the agonies of unsatisfied desire, while we enacted all the most
lascivious things we could think of in her sight.

I took Mr. Etheridge's prick and frigged it between my bubbies, whilst
he sucked the prick of his son.

We then tickled the girl's inflamed cunt with stinging nettles, which
increased her excitement till she seemed mad with erotic delirium, and
Mr. Etheridge, to my horror, proposed that we should injure her as a
finish to our orgy for that evening.

Mr. Etheridge drove his tremendously inflamed prick into her
bottom-hole, the position in which she was suspended making the
operation awfully painful. Frank fucked the poor girl in the cunt. Mrs.
Etheridge and Ethel, with savage pleasure, each sucked and bit the
victim's nipples, causing her to writhe and scream in agony. The two
fuckers were at the same time frigging mother and daughter, whilst they
passed the sensation on to me by also manipulating my cunt and bottom.

Suddenly I heard a yell of agony, and found that Frank, just in the
moment of spending, had stabbed the girl with a small dagger which he
had concealed in his hand.

We all spent together with mingled cries of lust and delight, the
convulsive movements of the suffering girl adding immensely to the
intensity of this voluptuous emission.

However, our victim was not seriously hurt. She was convalescent in a
week's time, but was ultimately murdered, while in the act of spending,
by a voluptuary with whom she afterwards lived.

Before my visit terminated there was another orgy, in which Harry
Mortimer introduced his Aunt Clara to this amiable family circle.
Mesmerism was now quite unnecessary, Harry being as willing a votary to
the worship of Priapus as could possibly be desired by his erotic
friends.

The principal scene of the evening was a group in which the beautiful
Aunt Clara rode a St. George upon Mr. Etheridge, had Harry in her
bottom-hole, Frank's prick in her mouth, her two hands frigging Mrs.
Etheridge and Ethel as they stood by the side of the couch, whilst your
_chere amie_, not to be left out of the game, was behind Harry, my left
hand passed round his loins, caressing his fine prick and balls as it
worked in and out of her beautiful brown bumhole, whilst my right
forefinger postilioned him behind.

You must imagine the excitement of this group so voluptuously arranged;
it requires to be engaged in such a scene to fully appreciate all its
heavenly delights--description is simply impossible!






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