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I became a lover of this mode of dalliance and never spent with so much relish and impetuosity as in the beautiful bottom of a fair woman. And it must be owned that these parts themselves are wonderfully well adapted for the purpose. The natural construction of the entrance the soft interior, and the length with which they are capable of receiving the longest male member, render the art unique; while the fiery heat experienced by the operator, and the accumulation of delicious sensations, produce in their turn a stiffness, a vigour, and enjoyment without parallel.
One of our greatest poets, he whom no censure, no authority could
debase to mere conventualism, extols in his own fervent gloomy
the much forbidden pleasure.
"Oh, lovely woman, by your maker's hand
For man's delight and solace wisely planned;
Thankless is she whose nature's bounty mocks,
Nor gives love entrance wheresoe'er he knocks."
A considerable portion of my pleasure consisted in reading and showing to others curious amorous works. Of these I possessed a large collection. Several of them were in themselves a budget of exciting literature, of a rare and costly description. One of them was the celebrated work of the Marquis de Sade, over which it is said that extraordinary man went out of his mind. I allude to "Justine," and if the quintessence of sexual excitement and glowing scenes that beggar description can be productive of sufficient effect to produce such a result, even to the author himself, this rare and fearful work is certainly the one capable of doing so. The wonderful descriptions it contains, the fiercely exciting scenes it depicts, and the exhibition of so many varied means of producing the acme of enjoyment, render it no less valuable for its deep effectual influence over the passions than for its deep philosophy and wonderful power of reasoning which stamp it as the work of a genius of extraordinary talent. Satiety, that enemy to the indulgence of the soft enjoyment, now attacked me, I wanted a change. My powers were naturally great, my health robust. My member became sick of sliding in and out of places so often visited, and in which it had so frequently left his tears of gratitude.
I longed for an unripe beauty, a young girl, a child even -to caress, to lie with, to suck. I found a lovely little girl of thirteen years of age, who had been under my care for a spinal affliction, in the treatment of which complaint I had been for a long time acknowledged a successful practitioner. She had been an inmate of my house in order to be more fully under my care. Her friends were resident in another county, and had such confidence in my discretion that I believe had I even proposed to have slept with their niece they would have thought it was only a part of my system.
Mary had been with me about a week, when I found so much pleasure in her society that I began to feel a curious sensation about the region of my privates on beholding and listening to her sometimes in the evening. I made her sometimes sit with me by the fire, when I would place her on my knee, so that her sweet little bottom would be immediately over my stiffened member, which by its throbbing and jerks caused her to sit rather uneasily, and thereby induced a gentle friction which was highly agreeable to me. One evening, having been more than a week without food for my passions, which were becoming riotous, I could restrain myself no longer. I began to play and romp with my little companion in such a manner that I frequently had my hand on her naked knee, and even once or twice on her thigh. Her flesh felt soft and warm, and my desires began to master my reason. I tried further advances, taking care not to startle the innocent girl out of her confidence in me.
By degrees, under the pretence of tickling her to excite her laughter, I reached the goal of my desires. My hand, the tip of my fingers only, touched her pouting little beardless cunt. A thrill shot through at the contact. It was soft as her damask cheek, and the warmth of its velvet skin sent fire through my veins. I now endeavoured to advance, but she held her legs firmly together, not apparently altogether relishing the tickling sensation my intrusion produced. She was an excitable little girl, however, and soon, by suddenly pretending to throw her backwards, I got her to open her legs. And then, oh! how I stand when I even refer to it. I placed my smooth fingers in the open slit; it was as moist as the interior of her lovely mouth, and the opening was small, and apparently intact.
My readers may wonder perhaps at the above remark, but my
experience has shown me that in very many cases young girls, long
before they reach the age of fourteen, cannot strictly be said to be
possessed of a perfect maidenhead.
The cause is this. What with the early efforts prompted by nature to
break through the restraints she has herself placed in that tender
by the self-introduction of their little fingers, and other
objects, and the effects of the society, and even the bed-fellowship
boys from twelve to fourteen years of age, who frequently effect a
penetration in very young children with their small but stiffly erected member, young girls on reaching puberty are seldom possessed of the
imaginary jewel in its full perfection, at least so far as regards the lower and middle classes of society.
I could enumerate many instances of the truth of what I here affirm. For instance, I recollect a case which occurred at school at which my father had placed me.
The master of the academy had a little daughter, nearly twelve years of age, when the circumstance happened to which I am now drawing attention. This child was allowed considerable liberty, and she would after school hours mingle with us in the playground. There were not wanting boys ready to take advantage of such opportunity to investigate the hidden treasures of nature. Little Miss being inspired with a similar desire, soon had several admirers, with whom it was a delightful pastime to feel and tickle each other's curious little secrets. From feeling they soon arrived at conjunction, and it was not many days before one of the boys possessed of a longer and stiffer instrument than his companions, fairly penetrated her gentle belly, and deposited his little drops of pleasure within her vagina.
He was of course followed by others, and this young girl, before she reached the age of twelve and who was considered by her parents an emblem of innocence, became the juvenile harlot of the school of thirty boys, and rarely passed a day without receiving the vigorous attacks of at least three or four of them. A discovery came at last, but not before a junior usher, a tall, strong, young fellow of twenty had himself found out the state of matters, and under a threat of disclosing the affair had forced the little girl to submit to his own embraces. In consequence of this unusual attack, and the pain she suffered from the distention of her parts by the much greater size of the new champion, the doctor discovered the affair, and they removed the child at once.
But to return to myself and my little playmate. When she found my hand in possession of what she had no idea of the use of, she tried all in her power to disengage herself, but I took care her struggles should be unavailing, and at length she laughingly ceased them. I now roamed over her little charms at pleasure, but my prick was up, my boiling point was reached, and I cautiously laid her lengthwise on the sofa, and getting on her pulled out my member standing stiff. Moistening it well with saliva I put it to the tender orifice and pushed. Up to this time my young companion had no idea of my intention, and wonderingly submitted to my caresses. She now felt the painful pressure I was causing with the large head of my prick, and would have averted my attack but that I kept her steady with my left arm round her waist. Again and again, I attempted the entrance. I was foiled, until suddenly a squirt of sperm came to my assistance. Once more trying the now moistened barrier, the head of my prick went gradually in as far as its junction with the shaft. There it stuck, and my excitement being now at its height, I spent. The hot thick fluid escaped from me in streams, and inundated the soft and stretched interior of her belly. During the emission I gained about another inch, but no more, and only at the expense of much pain to my youthful mistress.
In the course of the following day I repeated my attempts upon Mary's little fortress, and at length demolished her natural defences, and plundered the whole length of my machine into her vagina. The enjoyment was extreme, and the tightness of her little unshaded cunt soon brought on a most plentiful shower of semen, which I freely poured into her, secure by reason of her tender age from any unpleasant consequences of the amour.* [note by the editor. The narrator was fortunate in this respect, for the confidence he expresses is certainly without foundation, as at the moment of going to press with this work, he knows of a case, the little daughter of a stevedore at Bermondsey, who, although not eleven years of age, is eight months gone in pregnancy, and when the parents first discovered the state their child was in, she had been carrying on her amour with a full-grown man for upwards of four months.] Little Mary, when her passion had once been thoroughly aroused, proved to be most lasciviously inclined. For fear of injuring her back or putting a dangers strain upon her tender spine, I made her lie as still as possible, in which position she was delightful for me to stir up her vitals by the gentle movements of my big prick, which would quickly come to the crisis of emission, so deliciously tight did her little cunt cling round its ruby head.
She was one of the most apt little pupils I ever had in the art of gamahuching. We used to do the double, both of us stripped perfectly naked on her bed, (this was only done when I visited her in her room, after my household had all retired for the night), then she would reverse her position, and lie over me, burying my face between her thighs, whilst I returned the attentions she so delightfully bestowed on my prick, by sucking and tongue-fucking both her pink little cunt and her rosy wrinkled little bottomhole, until she spent over and over again in my mouth, each pearly drop as precious to me as the most veritable elixir of life, for streams of sperm literally spouted from my prick in response to these proofs of her ardent enjoyment. How she sucked my prick first, and then cuddled it between her throbbing titties, till it came again. What transports of ecstasy seemed to carry us both away it is impossible to describe in these pages.
She told me that she longed to feel me move within her, with all the furious energy of which she knew I was so capable, and that her having to keep still, and my gentle movements when I fucked her, only seemed to excite without giving her that full satisfaction which she instinctively felt could only be obtained by giving full license to all our desires by a perfect abandon of voluptuousness in those ecstatic conjunctions of which I had hitherto so imperfectly given her an idea, of the heavenly joys she yet anticipated to receive in my arms, adding that she had most enjoyed it, when I completed her ravishment on the second day of my attempt, and that although she had actually fainted under the excruciating pain caused by the entrance of my big affair into her tight little cunny, yet in her trancelike swoon she had experienced such supernatural pleasure, as she had never felt since.
"Do, darling," she added, "fuck me with real energy, if only for once; do let me feel what the ecstasies of sexual conjunction are really like; let me die of love for once, if I am never able to bear it again. You know the complaint, my spinal affliction, will never let me recover sufficiently to be married."
Thus appealed to by the loving little Mary, I consented to fuck her properly, but only on one condition, and that was that she must allows me to tie her down, face downward over the couch in my surgery, so that I might give her every possible satisfaction by my own movements, and yet be sure that she would not injure herself by twisting about as I know that otherwise in the abandon of her ecstasy she would be almost certain to do.
The next afternoon, just as I was certain all the morning calls were over, and was looking over my notes to see what visits I had to pay, a gentle tap at the surgery-door reminded me of my promise to Mary. She entered, saying with a most bewitching smile on her usually pensive face: "Now, sir, I mean to keep you to your word; do you think I will let you go round and fuck half a dozen of your lady patients first, why there would be nothing left for poor little Polly. I want every drop of that life-giving fluid; if I die, you shall be as dry as a stone before you go out today."
My time was really precious, but there was no gainsaying the darling, so with many preliminary kisses and endearing touches, I first locked the door. Then we both divested ourselves of everything we had on. My impediments were only dressing-gown and trousers, whilst Mary was also in equally light marching order.
The couch I proposed to lay her down upon was a veritable battleground of Venus, having been made for my special use, according to ideas which I furnished to my upholsterer; and could my readers but have the experience of that sofa, instead of this partial scrawl, they would indeed have a repletion of luscious adventures, ad nauseam.
To return to my tale, this couch was very wide, with no back, and a scroll-head at one end, whilst what would be considered the foot was half-moon shaped, so that when a bottom or a pretty cunt was exposed to my attack, I could stand well between the open legs of my fair patient and administer my natural clyster with the greatest possible east to myself, either standing or kneeling on a hassock. This couch had a most beautiful springy motion when under a pair of lively lovers, being constructed with a special eye to luxurious effect, and it had also screws at each end and in the centre, so that I could elevate the head, bottoms, or bodies of my patients to suit the ideas to be carried out. Mary was all docility, and quietly placed herself on her belly upon this throne of love; using cords to secure her by the wrists and ankles, I then finished the tying by firmly fastening her body down by means of a long sash passed under the sofa, and over her body.
"Now, my darling, you are completely at my mercy!" I exclaimed with a laugh. "I think I ought to birch* that naughty little bottom for you,
but instead of that I will kiss it." [I used this couch sometimes to tie down and flagellate several of my old male patients, whose early excesses had made them too used up for the sport of love, and could only enjoy the pleasures of emission under the stimulating effects of the rod. It was one of the most lucrative branches of my profession.] Kneeling down I adjusted the height of her delicious little cunt, till it was exactly opposite my eager lips, so was also that ravishing little wrinkled orifice which nature placed so close to it, that it is impossible not to believe it ought to have its due share of attention from both prick and mouth. She was already spending in anticipation. My tongue revelled in that creamy emission, till she was almost beside herself, and actually screamed for me to let her have my prick. "Oh! oh! darling, I must have the real thing at once. Oh, don't tantalize me so, dearest!" But that was not my intention at the moment. I wanted an even more luscious enjoyment, to take her second maidenhead in fact. Leaving her delicious little cunt, my tongue titillated that other rosy aperture, till she was almost mad, and her appeals for satisfaction were getting quite piteous.
"May I go in here then, darling?" I asked.
"You will find that it surpasses anything you can imagine, love."
"Yes, oh, yes, anywhere; kill me, if you like, but make me feel that ineffable pleasure which I know only a prick can give, you drive me wild!"
Cold cream was handy on the table, so well lubricating the entrance, as well as the head of my pego, my rather big prick effected an entrance much more easily than it had the first time I tried to ravish her cunt. Her face was turned round towards me, and I could see tears of pain start to her eyes, as I gradually pushed past the sphincter muscle, but then easing for a moment or two, I began slowly to move within the delicious sheath, which held my affair so tightly clasped within its folds, and throbbed so convulsively upon my delighted instrument that I could not refrain from spending, making her actually scream with delight as the warm balsam of love seemed to penetrate her very vitals.
"'How I burn, how deliciously warm, and it makes me spend more than ever. Oh! oh! frig me in front, dearest, don't let us lose an atom of such heavenly pleasure!"
It would weary my readers too much to repeat all our loving exclamations during this long and ecstatic bottom-fuck, but I will merely say that at the end of about half-an-hour, and after I had spent at least six times without withdrawing, we both actually fainted from excess of emotion, which was to say that the performance was afterwards repeatedly given by special request of my little loving Mary.In conclusion I may say that if the last incident appears in any way incredible, or if my reader wishes himself to taste of this fresh source of excitement, a line to the author, under cover to the agent from whom this work was procured, will enable him to convince himself by means of practical proof beyond the power of the most incredulous to doubt.
Another extraordinary thing I ought to mention, is that the fucking, &c., had such a salubrious effect upon my young patient that she eventually quite got the better of her spinal complaint, and was married at the age of eighteen, but although apparently well and strong, she never had any children. A curious incident befell me soon after losing Mary. I had been very virtuous for a week or two, in order to recover my usual vigour after the unreasonable requirements which my late patient had exacted from me, before she left the shelter of my roof. John Thomas was quite resuscitated by his rest, and I was already casting my eyes around for fresh food for my convent (being a strict bachelor with only an old housekeeper and a very ugly middle-aged woman as servant), when one evening in early spring, a little after dark, I was sitting in my easy chair in the surgery, in a state of reverie, my brain revolving all the luscious scenes of my experience, my prick at the moment actually at full cock, and almost ready to go off itself as I thought of how I had tied Mary down on my couch and ravished her second maidenhead.
A desperate ring at the little bell and a heavy rat-a-tat-tat on the small knocker, made me almost jump from my seat. The room was in darkness, but I opened the door quickly, when a female figure rushed in, and stumbling against the mystical sofa, sank upon it sobbing, as if her heart would break.
"I'm undone, oh! oh! oh!!! doctor; what shall I do, I can't go home!"
My first idea was to light my lamp, then drawing the bolt, I approached the weeping person on the sofa, who I saw at once had been roughly handled, as her dress was torn and patched with dirt in places.
"Come, tell me what it is; who are you, let me see your face. Surely you can trust your doctor if no one else, you are not killed, and apparently only a bit troubled about something, allow me."
Saying this I raised her face to see who it was.
"Goodness gracious, it is you, Miss Lover? Now tell me all; you can confide in me sooner than your own papa, for I know the rector is very straight-laced!"
It was indeed our clergyman's only daughter, a sweet young lady of about twenty whom I had always considered quite beyond the pale of my operations, and a paragon of purity itself.
"I'm undone," she sobbed. "Oh, dear doctor, what shall I do?" she said
again as she wrung her hands, and floods of briny tears coursed down her crimson cheeks.
At last I calmed her a little, and gave her a drop of cordial; then she began to tell me, sobbing all the while, how that no one knew she was secretly engaged to young Pomeroy, the squire's son, because his father would never sanction his son's marrying without money, and you know, doctor, my poor pa has only his living to depend upon, although he is so proud and thinks anyone in holy orders quite equal to the highest in the land. Well, this evening I met George in the lane at the back of your house, and he persuaded me to sit down in the little coppice in your paddock, so as to be out of hearing of anyone going down the lane. He wanted me to elope with him, and at last when every argument failed to persuade me, said he would have me then, if he was hanged for it; how I have struggled you may see, but at last I fainted from mere exhaustion, and only came to myself to find I had been ruined, and that he had left me. (I suppose he thought I was dead)." She still went on sobbing about his brutality, and the ruin he had brought upon her.
At last I persuaded her to allow me to make an examination, and found that he really had effected his purpose, the hymen being broken and bleeding, and her thighs stained with bloody semen.
"Let me advise you, my dear young lady," I said, rising from the interesting investigation which you may be sure renewed my previous cockstand, "let me advise you to go home as quietly as possible; I will call my housekeeper who is discretion itself, she will put you right, so that no one will notice anything unusual, then you shall have a lotion to soothe the lacerated parts, and come again and see me about 5 o'clock tomorrow afternoon. I will do even better than your father for you, and perhaps can see George and make him do what is proper, but take my advice, it is no use crying over spilt milk, and time and patience will bring all right in the end. At any rate I will promise to shield you from any ill effects of his brutality that might otherwise bring you to shame and disgrace."
She left protesting her everlasting gratitude for all my kindness, and begged me if possible to see George in the morning. I tried to do so, but found he had not been home all night, and had evidently absconded, as he thought he had killed Miss Lover.
I awaited her coming at 5 o'clock in a state of excited expectation, and as I nervously walked about my little surgery, kept fumbling a very mysterious something in my pocket (not my prick, but my readers may find out what it was bye and bye), which would impart a magic influence to my fingers, so that when I repeated my examination, and handled the lips of her cunt, her clitoris, &c., the effect would be so exciting that she would be ready to let me do anything to soothe her at once. She arrived within a few minutes of the appointed time. How she blushed as I shook her hand, and told her she looked as beautiful as an angel, that I would do everything in my power to shield her from harm or disgrace.
"Now, take off your hat, and allow me to inspect the damage again, my dear young lady,"
I said, making her take a seat upon the couch.
"It's so delicate, but I suppose I must. Besides you know all, and will keep my secret, won't you, doctor?"
she said in a low voice, crimsoning again to the roots of her hair.
"Certainly, have no fear of that, but you must remove your skirt, my dear young lady, or I cannot do what is necessary in your del case."
She reluctantly complied, then I made her lie backwards on the couch, and open her legs as wide as possible, as at the same time I screwed up the lower end of the sofa. Then proceeding with my examination, I fingered both clitoris, lips of the vagina, and passed them quite up into her deliciously tight cunt which was ornamented with a profusion of silky dark brown hair, between which could be seen a pair of vermilion lips, pouting as if ready to be kissed or parted by a roving prick. My touches were magical, the vagina spasmodically contracted on my fingers, and I could see she could scarcely restrain her feelings.
"My dear Miss Lover, I'm afraid you may have a baby after such an outrage," I said, "and the only remedy I can suggest is that another man should do the same to you at once, for one will then undo any mischief left behind by the other."
"Doctor, Doctor, how awful!' she sobbed. "I would rather poison mysel to hide my shame, it is impossible."
"Not quite so hopeless as you may think, my dear young lady; this is the antidote, it you will let me insert it in your lovely body,"
at the same instant bringing the head of my prick to the lips of that lovely cunt of hers. Her position had prevented her from seeing what I was about to do.
This touch seemed electrical, she gave a deep sigh, and then I was soon buried to the hilt in what I once more thought the most delightful grotto of love I had ever yet entered, (but almost every fresh cunt is the same at first), so warm, so tight, such lascivious pressures on my prick, that I kept still for some minutes to enjoy that sense of possession which is so sweet, when you first feel really sure that you are actually in a cunt you have been longing for.
When I began to move, it at once stirred up all the hitherto latent fires of an unusually warm temperament. What mutual transports we enjoyed, swimming in a perfect sea of lubricity, she could never have enough, and I was fairly drained, when at last she released me from her arms, and shed tears of remorse over her new-found joy, which she told me she knew was so wicked to indulge in. My readers may be sure my natural flow of eloquence did not desert me at such a crisis, and I can assure them that I made a thorough convert of this virtuous and highly religious young lady, who carried one of the sweetest liaisons of my life for three years, till old Squire Pomeroy died, and his son George came back and married the rector's daughter.
In the foregoing incident I mentioned about fumbling something in my pocket, as I walked about the room, and to enlighten my readers as to what that mysterious article was, will relate a little incident which had then only recently occurred to me.
We had a wealthy horse-dealer named Parker in our village, whose son John got married to one of the prettiest girls in the place; well, a few days after the wedding poor John, a regular country-bumpkin, came to me one morning in sad trouble.
"What be I to do now, doctor, my wife Carry don't go to horse at all, zur?"
These were his exact words, as he stood despondently wiping his forehead with a red cotton handkerchief. I had often cured John of little venereal evils, especially after he had been to London on business. As he was a rare fellow to spend his money on the girls, so I could not help fairly laughing at his question. However, he was serious, and informed me that Carry certainly had suffered him to take her maidenhead, but that there was no pleasure in it then or since, like he had had with common women, and in fact his wife was as cold as ice, merely consenting to let him do it, because he was her husband. I thought the case over for a minute or two, and then told him I thought that if I made an examination I might slyly apply something to make her randy and ready enough to take his prick in future.
"I'm good for a tenner, zur, if you can just make her to go horse, a bit, the stallion's up to his work, I know,"
saying which he took his leave promising to send her to me in the afternoon.
The fact of his being a horse-dealer had given me an idea about ginger, and also made my cock stand so that I was glad to see him go, for fear he should observe it, and refuse to give me the chance of making him a cuckold.
Carry had always been a prude, so that when she called in the afternoon, I was almost at a loss, how to open the business. After saying how pleased I was to see her, how well she looked, &c., I went on
: "You must not mind me speaking to you, dear Mrs. Parker, seriously upon a subject, which is of the greatest possible consequence to the future happiness of both yourself and husband. In fact, he has seen me upon the subject of your being so cold and unsympathetic in the act of love, the act of coition, I ought rather to say, which unless enjoyed and fully entered into by both male and female, causes so many separations, divorces, &c. Besides you would have no children. How would you like John to go after other girls, because he has no pleasure with you? It is such a serious business, that you ought to let me make an examination, as I hope to be able to make both of you grateful to me for the rest of your lives."
After all sorts of objections and difficulties she at last seated herself on the throne of bliss, as I called it (my sofa), and allowed me to raise her clothes. I did everything with the greatest possible delicacy, telling her she had better cover up her eyes, &c. Then I examined most minutely one of the most delicious little cunts, I had ever looked into, a beautiful pinky little slit, shaded by the softest brown hair, with a delightful little pink orifice beneath it. That was where my gingered fingers first touched her, then they slowly opened the luscious lips of her love-gap, squeezed the clitoris, and gently rubbed a little inside, till I perceived very evident sighs of rapidly increasing excitement.
You may be sure my cock was ready enough, so I gently introduced him to Venus' wrinkle, and John's big tosser had so effectually opened her, that I had no great difficulty in slipping in, as she was already spending and almost unconscious from excess of emotion. I spent too almost directly, (in fact, I afterwards found I really made her first baby), and then throwing my arms around her, I glued my lips to hers as I pushed on, and asked if she did not like it now.
"Could you, my darling, now refuse such bliss?"
I exclaimed, as I spent for a second time.
She kissed me in her frantic state of lubricity, and shed tears of sorrow to think she was not my wife, instead of John's, but as this was out of the question, she made the best of a bad job and called in my professional assistance upon every possible occasion, telling me to charge for it well in my bill, as John really owed me so much for teaching her the real joys of fucking.
Next morning her husband burst into my surgery.
"Hi, Hi! Ha, Ha!! Doctor, yer made her go to horse rights now, thars her tenner, and that's only a quid of time. Ten times, zur help me God, she helped herself, when I couldn't quite come to time. When yer want a good fuck, try ginger-boys, she told me, what yer put on her, what a fool not to think of 'it myself. But it's the best I ever had for my rhino, Lunnon, or anywheres!"
It is really surprising, how many married women actually pass through life without ever feeling the real pleasure of coition. I consider that medical advisers ought to catechise young married ladies on the subject, and that it is their duty to enlighten the fair but cold innocents to the joys they lose, by simply submitting to the marriage-rites as a necessity, and not entering into the spirit of the fun
In the foregoing pages I have endeavoured to give my readers a brief outline of my intrigues and adventures as far as they could be entered upon in so limited a space and I can only say, that if they enjoyed as many opportunities on their wanderings as have fallen to my share, they ought to have as lively a recollection of them as myself, for pleasure, though the actual indulgence of it vanishes, yet leaves the recollection ever vivid in the minds of those who have partaken of her sweet and luscious cup.