(MF, mF, oral, anal, 1st, cons)
The "Romance of Lust" is an erotic English classic dating from well over a century ago. It never disappoints or ceases to enthrall, even if it is overwritten in parts. It can be found, in full, online. Here is an altered version of the earliest part of this immortal work. An effort has been made to retain the style of the original...
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Some visitors arrived at our manor house in Shropshire — a gentleman and lady. The gentleman was an old friend of Mamma's, who had lately married, and Mamma had asked them to visit her on their wedding tour and spend a short time with us.
The gentleman was a fine-looking man, tall and powerfully built; the lady rather delicate looking, but well shaped, with good breasts and shoulders, small waist, and spreading haunches, well-formed arms, small hands and feet, and very brilliant eyes. Their names were Bernard and Louise, but we all addressed them quite formally as Mr. Benson and Mrs. Benson, in the accepted custom of those days.
I think it was about three days after their arrival that one afternoon I went into the spare room, which was occupied by these visitors; while there, I heard them coming upstairs. The lady entered first, and I had just time to slip into a closet and draw the door to; it was not quite closed, but nearly so. In a minute the gentleman followed, and gently shutting the door, locked it. Mrs. Benson smiled, and spoke gently and affectionately to her husband.
"Well, Bernard my love, you are a lascivious and remorseless dog; you let my poor cunt have no rest. Surely, you had enough last night and this morning without wanting it again so soon?”
"Indeed, I had not, Louise,” he said, "I never can have enough of your delicious person. So come, we must not be long about it, or our absence will be observed.”
He seized her round the waist, and drew her lips to his, and gave her a long, long kiss; squeezing her to him, and moving himself against her. Then seating himself, he pulled her on his knee, and thrust his hand up her petticoats, their mouths being glued together for some time.
"We must be quick, dear,” she murmured.
He got up, and lifted her on the edge of the bed, threw her back, and taking her legs under his arms, exposed everything to my view. She had a modest abundance of hair on her mons veneris and her slit exhibited pouting and evidently expectant lips. Judge of my excitement when I saw her husband unbutton his trousers and pull out his stiff cock. Oh, dear, how large it looked; it almost frightened me. At the same time, I longed to hold it, stroke it and kiss it.
With his fingers he placed the head between the lips of his wife's sheath, and then letting go his hold, and placing both arms so as to support her legs, he pushed it all right into her to the hilt at once. I was thunderstruck that the woman thus assailed did not shriek with agony, it did seem such a large thing to thrust right into her belly. However, far from screaming with pain, she appeared to enjoy it. Her eyes glistened, her face flushed, and she smiled most graciously. The two appeared very happy. His large cock slipped in and out quite smoothly, and his hands pressed the large glossy buttocks and pulled them to him at each home thrust. This lasted nearly five minutes, when all at once Bernard stopped short, and then followed one or two convulsive shoves—he grinning in a very absurd way at her. He remained quiet for a few minutes, and the drew out his cock, all soft, with slimy drops falling from it onto the carpet. Taking a towel, he wiped up the carpet, and wrapping it round his cock, went to the basin and washed it.
Louise Benson lay for a few minutes longer all exposed, her quim more open than before, and I could see a white slime oozing from it.
You can hardly imagine the wild excitement this scene occasioned me. First, the grand mystery was at once explained to me, and my ignorant longings now knew to what they tended. After giving me plenty of time to realize all the beauties of her private parts, she slipped down on the floor, adjusted her petticoats, and smoothed the disordered counterpane, and then went to the glass to arrange her hair. This done, she quietly unlocked the door, and Mr. Benson went out. The door was then relocked, and Mrs. B. went to the basin, emptied and filled it, then raised up her petticoats, and bathed the parts between her legs with a sponge, and then rubbed all dry with a towel; all this time exposing everything to my ardent gaze. But, horror of horrors! she after this came straight to the closet and gave a slight scream on discovering me there. I blushed up to the ears, and tried to stammer out an excuse. She stared at me at first in silent amazement; but at last spoke to me softly and gently, excitement in her wide eyes.
"How came you here, Charles, tell me?”
"I was here when you came up; I wanted my football, which was in this closet, and when I heard you coming, I hid myself, I don't know why.”
For some moments she seemed to consider and examine me attentively. She then smiled and spoke.
"Can you be discreet?”
"Oh, yes, Ma'am.”
"You will never tell anyone what you have seen?”
"No, Ma'am.”
"Well, keep this promise, and I shall try what I can do to reward you. Now, go downstairs.”
I was quite unable to think of anything other than the astounding sight I had witnessed; the sight of the exquisite vermilion gash, with its fleecy hair at the bottom of her belly, which I had seen for some minutes all open and oozing out the slimy juice that followed the amorous encounter they had been indulging in. It seemed to me quite beyond belief that a woman's body could ever take in such a thick long thing as Bernard Benson had thrust into his wife, and yet it appeared to go in so easily, and moved about so smoothly, and so evidently to the satisfaction and utmost delight of both, as was proved by their ardent embraces, fond murmurs, and voluptuous movements, especially just before they both ceased together all movement whatever.
Two days after this, Bernard Benson was unexpectedly called away on pressing affairs, which he feared might detain him three weeks. He left his wife with us. As he had to be driven about nine miles to the town where the railway station was, Mamma took the opportunity of going to the town with him. Louise Benson complained of not being equal to the fatigue, and Mamma told the governess she would like her company; I was to remain at home, and Mamma desired me to be quiet and attentive to Mrs. Benson, who, observing no one, said to me, with a peculiar look:
"I shall want you to hold my skeins, Charlie, so don't go out of the way, but be ready for me as soon as they are gone.”
She then went up to her bedroom, where her husband immediately joined her, no doubt to re-enact the scene I had already witnessed from the closet on a previous day. They were fully half an hour occupied together. At length, all was ready, and off they went, leaving me to my first experience of amorous pleasure.
Louise Benson proposed we should go up to the drawing room, which looked out to the garden, and was nowhere overlooked. I followed her, and could not help admiring her fine figure as she preceded me in going upstairs. Although pale in complexion, she was well made, and very elegant in her carriage, and sat down on a low easy chair, throwing herself completely back, and crossing one leg over the other, apparently without being aware that she carried her petticoats up with the action, and exhibited the beautiful underleg up to the garter.
I had never forgotten the day, when secreted in the closet, I had seen them completely exposed, and how charming they were. Her present negligent attitude, although far from the same exposure I speak of, was still, with the former recollection running in my head, enough to set my whole blood on fire. I have before remarked what a power beautiful and well-stockinged legs, and ankles and small feet, had upon my nervous system, and so it was now. As I gazed upon her handsome legs, ankles, and feet, I felt my prick swell and throb in a manner that could not fail to be perceptible to the woman in front of me, especially as her head lay on a level with that part of my person as I stood before her.
Although she continued knitting, I could see that her eyes were directed to that part of my person, and fixed upon the increasing distention of my trousers. In a few minutes she gave me a skein of worsted to hold, and desired me to kneel in front of her, so as to bring my hands down to the level of the low chair on which she was seated.
I knelt close to the footstool on which her foot rested; it was raised up, and a very slight movement brought it against my person, at first rather below where my throbbing prick was distending my trousers. As she commenced to wind her ball, she gradually pushed her foot further forward, until the toe actually touched the knob of my cock, and occasionally moved it right and left, exciting me beyond measure.
I flushed up to the very ears, and trembled so violently that I thought I should have dropped the skein.
"My dear boy, what is the matter with you, that you blush and tremble like a girl. Are you unwell?”
I could not answer, blushed more than ever. The skein at length was finished.
"Charles,” she said, "get up, and come here.”
I rose and stood by her side.
"What have you got in your trousers that is moving?”
And here her busy fingers commenced unbuttoning them. Released from confinement, out started my prick—stiff as iron, and as large as that of a youth of eighteen. Indeed, I was better hung than one boy selected out of five hundred of that age. Louise, who had pretended to be perfectly astonished, exclaimed aloud.
"Good gracious, what a pego! Why Charles, my darling, you are a man not a boy. What a size to be sure!” and she gently handled it. "Is it often in this state?”
"Yes, Ma'am.”
"Have you thought of what you saw some days ago? Does your pego swell when you think of what you watched? When you watched my husband fucking me?"
I stammered that I often thought of what I had seen and that I frequently thought of her beauty.
While this conversation was going on, her soft hand grasped my distended prick, and had commenced slowly slipping the loose skin over the swollen head, and allowing it to slip back again.
"I suppose, Charles, after what you saw in the closet, you know what this is meant to do.”
I muttered out an indistinct reply that I did, and I hung down my blushing face.
"You have never put it into a lady or a young girl, have you?”
"Oh! dear no, Ma'am.”
"Would you like to do so?”
I did not answer, but sheepishly held down my head.
"Did you see what I had in the same place, when you were in the closet?”
I muttered, "Yes, Ma'am.”
"Would it afford you any pleasure to see it again?”
"Oh, yes; so much!”
She rose, went to the window, drew down the blind, then gently turned the key in the door. Returning to the chair, and drawing well up her dress, petticoats and chemise, she exposed all her person up to the middle of her belly; and sat down stretching herself backwards, and opening her thighs well.
"Well, my dear boy, look at it if you wish.”
I was no longer shy. Nature prompted me to an act of gallantry that gratified the lady immensely. Falling on my knees, I glued my lips to the delicious spot, pushing my tongue in as far as I could, and sucked it. It was quite spunky; I had no doubt but that her beloved husband had fucked her two or three times just before leaving. This, however, made no difference to me. The attack was as unexpected as it was delightful to the lady. She placed both hands on my head and pressed my face against her throbbing cunt. She was evidently hotly excited, not only by what I was then doing, but by the scene, the conversation, and the handling of my prick, which she had been indulging in. She wriggled her bottom nervously below me, I continued to greedily lick her moist and juicy cunt.
"Oh! oh! dear Charles, what exquisite delight you are giving me. Oh! oh!”
She pressed my face more fully into the gaping sheath, and thrusting her bottom up at the same time, spent right into my mouth, over my cheeks, chin, and neck. Her thighs closed convulsively round my head, and for some moments she remained still. I continued to lick away, and swallowed the delicious spunk that still flowed from her. At last she spoke again.
"Oh! you darling Charles, I love you forever; but get up, it is now my turn to give you a taste of the exquisite pleasure you have given me.”
I raised myself, and she drew me to her, and gave me a long kiss, licking her own sperm from off my lips and cheek; and desiring me to thrust my tongue into her mouth, she sucked it deliciously, while her soft hand and gentle fingers had again sought, found, and caressed my stiff-standing prick. She then desired me to lay myself on the floor, with three pillows to raise my head, and lifting up all her petticoats, and striding across me, with her back to my face, she knelt down, then stooping forward, she took my standing prick in her mouth, and at the same time lowering her buttocks, brought her beautiful cunt right over and down upon my mouth, the pillows exactly supporting my head at the proper level, to command a thorough enjoyment of the whole, which now I had completely before my eyes.
In the former sucking my own position hid everything from view beyond the rich mass of hair adorning her splendid mount of Venus, which I found to be much more abundant than it had appeared to me when I had seen it from the closet. When I applied my lips to the delicious gap, I found that she had the most beautiful silky light curls running up to and around her charming pink bottom-hole, and losing themselves in the chink between the buttocks. I applied myself furiously to the delicious gash, and sucked and thrust my tongue in alternately. I could see by the nervous twitching of her buttocks, and the bearing down of her whole bottom on my face, how much she was enjoying it. I, too, was in an ecstasy of delight. One hand gently frigged the lower portion of my prick, while the other played with my balls, and her beautiful mouth, lips, and tongue sucked, pressed, and tickled the head of my excited prick. The more furiously I sucked her cunt, the more her lips compressed the head of my pego, and her tongue sought to enter the urethra, giving me almost overpowering delight. Such reciprocal efforts soon brought on the ecstatic crisis.
"Oh, lady! oh, dear lady! Let me go; I am dying!”
She knew well enough what was coming, but she had her own way, and at the instant that she again poured down upon my mouth and face a plenteous discharge, her own rosy mouth received a torrent of my sperm.
For some minutes we lay mutually breathless and exhausted. Then Mrs. B. rose, shook down her clothes, assisted me to rise, and taking me in her arms, and pressing me lovingly to her bosom, told me I was a dear charming fellow, and had enraptured her beyond measure. She then embraced me fondly, kissing my mouth and eyes, and desiring me to give her my tongue, sucked it so sweetly.
"Now, fasten up your trousers, my darling boy.”
When I had done so, the blind was drawn up, and the door unlocked.
We sat down, I by her side with one arm round her lovely neck, and the other clasped in her hand.
"I am sure I can depend upon your prudence, my dear Charles, to keep all this a profound secret from everyone. Your mamma thinks you a child, and will suspect nothing. I shall take an opportunity of suggesting that you shall sleep in the small room adjoining my bedroom, and with which there is a door of communication. When everyone is gone to bed, I shall open the door, and you shall come and sleep with me, and I will let you enjoy me as you saw my husband do the other day. Will you like that?”
"Oh! above all things, oh, yes. But you must also allow me to kiss that delicious spot again that has just given me such pleasure. Will you not, Ma'am?”
"Oh, yes, my darling boy, whenever we can do so safely, and unobserved; but I must impress upon you never to seem very familiar with me before anyone, or to take the slightest liberty unless I invite you to do so. Anything of the sort would certainly draw attention, and lead to our detection, and at once put an end to what I mean shall be a delightful connection for you as well as myself.”
I, of course, promised the most perfect obedience to her very prudent directions. The ice was broken, and we allowed no ceremony to stand between us. I grew again very excited, and would fain have proceeded at once to try again to fuck her as well as suck her, but she was inexorable, and told me I should only spoil the pleasure we should afterwards have in bed. The day passed like an hour in her charming society.
The carriage brought mamma and party to dinner. Mamma hoped I had behaved well, and been attentive to Mrs. B. in her absence. She answered nothing could be better, and that I was quite a model youth, so gentle and so obedient.
My mother said that she had caught cold, and had febrile symptoms after dinner. Mrs. Benson persuaded her to retire to bed, and accompanied her. When in her room, she apparently noticed, for the first time, my little bed. She took the opportunity of suggesting that it would be much better to remove it to the small room, so as to leave my mother in perfect quiet, which my coming to bed might disturb.
This was said in such an innocent natural manner, that no suspicion was excited on the part of mamma or anybody else. Mamma only making the objection that my early rising might by my noise disturb Mrs. Benson in the next room.
"Oh, no; I am not so easily disturbed, besides he has been so well behaved all day, that I am sure, if I tell him to be quiet in the morning, he will not fail to do so.”
And so it happened; Mrs. Benson bade Mamma good night, and the next minute her door was opened, closed again, and the key turned in the lock. I had taken the precaution to do so with my door. I heard her use the night vase, and then she opened my door, at once coming to my bedside. Seeing me awake and quite flushed, she kissed me, and whispered to me quietly.
"Have you not been to sleep, Charles?”
"No, Ma'am,” I answered, in the same subdued tone, "I could not sleep.”
"Why, dear boy?”
"Because I was going to sleep with you.”
Her lips pressed mine, and her soft hand, thrust under the clothes; sought for and caressed my stiff-standing prick. It was as hard as iron.
"Poor boy, I am afraid you have been suffering. How long has it been in this state?”
"All the evening, Ma'am, and I did think you were such a long time in coming.”
In another moment she was in bed, clasping me in her arms.
"Now, Charles, you must be a good boy, and make no noise, and allow me to teach you your first love lesson, see I will lay myself down on my back and you place yourself on your knees between my out-spread thighs—there, that is a darling—now let me lay hold of your dear instrument. Now lay yourself down on me.”
I placed myself on her beautiful smooth and white belly and pressed against the hair of her mount. With her long tapering fingers she guided my prick. I trembled in every limb and almost felt sick with excitement but when I felt the delicious sensation caused by the insertion of my skinned cock between the smooth warm oily folds of the lady's cunt, I gave but one shove which carried me up so that I swooned away on her belly and milk-white bosom.
When I came to myself I still lay on her belly, enfolded in her lovely arms, my prick sheathed up to the cods in her delicious cunt, which was throbbing in the most ecstatic way and pressing and closing with every fold on my prick—which had hardly lost any of its pristine stiffness; as my eyes began to discern her features, an exquisite smile played upon my darling companion's lips.
"You fainted with pleasure, dear boy. That is what the French call a petit mort, a little death.” she whispered, "What have you been doing to make you spend so soon, and in such a quantity. Did you enjoy fucking me? Was the warmth and wetness of my cunt pleasing to you”
"Oh, dearest madam, I have been in heaven. Surely no joy can be greater than you have given me.”
"But you do not know as yet everything that is to be done, and to how much greater an extent the pleasure may be enhanced by mutual efforts; move your instrument gently in and out. There, that is quite delicious, but not so fast. Good, is it not nice!”
She moved in unison with me, meeting each slow thrust down by an equal movement upwards, and squeezing my prick in the most delicious manner internally, as she retired again to meet succeeding thrusts in the same way.
Oh! it was ecstatic—my prick, swollen to its utmost size, seemed to fill her exquisite vagina, which although capable of easily accommodating the larger prick of her husband appeared to be sufficiently contracted to embrace tightly with its smooth and slippery folds my stiff throbbing prick. So we continued, I shoving myself into her, and she upheaving her beautiful bottom to meet me. My hands removed everywhere, and my mouth sucked her lips and tongue, or wandered over her pulpy breasts sucking their tiny nipples. It was a long bout indeed, prolonged by her careful instructions, and she enjoyed it thoroughly, encouraged me by every endearing epithet, and by the most voluptuous manoeuvres. I was quite beside myself. The consciousness that I was thrusting my most private part into that part of a lady's person which is regarded with such sacred delicacy caused me to experience the most enraptured pleasure. Maddened by the intensity of my feeling I at length quickened my pace. My charming companion did the same, and we together yielded down a most copious and delicious discharge.
Although I retained sufficient rigidity to keep him in his place, Louise would not allow any further connection with her, and she made me withdraw, and bade me go to sleep like a good boy, and she would give me a further lesson in the morning.
Finding that she was determined on this point, and that she disposed herself to slumber, I felt I was obliged to follow her example, and at last fell fast asleep. It might be about five in the morning, quite light at that time of year, when I awoke, and instead of finding myself, as usual, in my own little bed, I found my arms round the person of a charming woman, whose large plump smooth bottom lay in my lap, pressing against my belly and thigh. I found my prick already in a rampant state; quite by accident, I pressed my pego forwards and began to enter her body. To my surprise, her vagina seemed to be tighter and drier than usual but I persevered until my length was sheathed fully and began the delicious movements I had come to relish so much.
The tight clench and the delectable warmth engulfing my cock was quite beyond my powers of description.
After some minutes, Louise awoke with a little scream.
"Charles! That is my arsehole you are fucking! You young devil! What devilish impulse prompted you to such a bold act, pray?"
I began to stammer a heartfelt apology but was swiftly silenced.
"Now that your cock is there in my bottom, please continue. My riding-master treated me to this secret pleasure when I was a blushing girl of twelve and I came to relish the sensation four or more times a week, naked from the waist down and bent over a bale of hay in the stable at home. Not long after my marriage, I persuaded my husband to try bottom-fucking me by telling me that an old schoolfriend of mine, encountered by chance in Bristol, had experienced the pleasure with her young under-butler while her husband was abroad with his regiment. Now, pass your hand around my haunches and play with clitoris and curls while you bugger me, my darling boy.
I fucked her adorable arse vigorously and spent copiously in her, while she murmured the sweetest of endearments. We purified ourselves and once we were towelled and rested, Louise insistently taught me how to please a woman's arsehole with my tongue, the loving caress the French call feuille de rose, before insisting that I please her arsehole still more with my cock once again.
Some days later, my adored mistress whispered something to me which quite astonished, and thrilled me.
"Charles, there is something I want to tell you. Some women are said to experience the very apogee of pleasure while being fucked in both cunt and arsehole simultaneously. Would you be willing to try it, assuming that I can persuade my adored husband to share my body with you?"
Astonished and almost robbed of the power of speech for a moment, I agreed, instantly thinking of how much to should like to stroke, caress and suck the cock I had watched bestowing such pleasure on his wife.
Now my dear Charles, my husband is returning in a day or two; I am quite sure that once I have his cock and balls in my power, I can persuade him to anything, for his temperament is as fiery and lecherous as mine."
So it proved. Louise swore me to secrecy as to our liaisons during her husband's absence and, when lying with her him after a joyous amorous encounter, told him how much she desired to experience the caresses of two men at the same time. Initially, her husband was quite incredulous when his wife suggested that I be the second man.
"Young Charles? He is barely fifteen and probably still quite an innocent. In any case, what makes you think can he be trusted to be discreet?"
Eventually, Louise, using the wiles every woman possesses in abundance, prevailed and, what is more, prompted her husband to draw me into intimate private conversation, just as though the excitingly salacious idea was his, rather than hers.
He and I strolled near the small ornamental lake which was one of the features of our small estate and I listened, my ears tingling, as he suggested that I enjoy the embraces of his wife in his presence and, what is more, that we enjoy her at one and the same time. He then explained how this could be done.
Naturally, my cock swelled to its utmost on listening to this, a fact which Mr. B. immediately apprehended on observing the swelling in my trousers. He drew me behind the small summerhouse which faced the lake and asked me politely to unbutton my trousers. I did so and Bernard gasped aloud with undisguised delight.
"Capital, my dear Charles. You can treat Louise's body as a plaything as you choose. Her sweet mouth, furry cunt and tight bum are yours to enjoy. We shall start tonight and the two of us shall make Louise moan with joy for hours upon end."
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