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Fifteen years have now elapsed since I scribbled the former part of my experiences. Times are sadly altered with my best friend now, and I am rapidly approaching the time when all may prove 'vanity and vexation of spirit', for although I still carry a most formidable outward and visible sign, the inward and spiritual grace so necessary to please the ladies is now almost dormant in my fucked-out nature.
Years ago I remember how I looked with something like contempt upon the art and science of flagellation as dilated upon by Monsignor Peter; now I am quite converted to his theory.
A most fortunate reencounter has been the means of this conversion; lately sauntering down Regent Street, thinking of the time when I used to do three or four pretty demi-mondes in a day - 'Ah, Gerty, do you know him, too?' in an ever to be remembered voice caused me suddenly to turn and confront the speaker, who proved to be none other than Mrs Leveson. looking almost as lovely as ever, and incomprehensibly in the company of my old flame Gerty, of the Temple. This was a delightful renewal of old acquaintanceships, and a very few explanations let me thoroughly into the situation.
Leveson had been dead several years, leaving his wife sole guardian of their son (my son, she assured me in a loving whisper. 'He is now eighteen - never can I forget the night you made him for me'). Gerty had been persuaded by Mrs Leveson to give up her dress-making business, and live with her as a kind of companion house- keeper, the former's Sapphic tastes having attached her to the voluptuous Mrs L., who discovered it from Gerty's remarks on the women of the day in Paris, who prefer their own sex as lovers and care very little for the attentions of men.
'My son is abroad with his tutor; will you, Mr Clinton, come home to dinner, and spend the evening at our quiet little town house? James is such a rake - just like his father - I don't mean Mr Leveson, poor dear, he was rather too good, and never made a baby for me or anyone else. Gerty knows all about it, but your name was never mentioned, and now I suppose you are the Temple student who seduced her with finery, and took advantage of her young inexperience, although she never mentioned you?'
'Really, this is most charming, but, my dear ladies, I can only accept if you promise we shall be a happy family - free from jealousy.'
'Make yourself easy, dear Mr Clinton; as to that, everything is common between us in thought, word and deed; in fact, with our dearest friend, Lady Twisser, we are three loving communists, each one's secrets as sacred as if our own!'
'Lady Fanny Twisser, who was separated from her husband because he couldn't believe his dildo was the father of her boy!' I exclaimed.
'Good God, Mr Clinton, there you are again; you must be a universal father. Now I'm sure it's you who did that service for dear Fanny, and we'll wire to her at once to come and join our dinner party.'
Highly elated they conducted me to their carriage, which was waiting outside Lewis and Allenby's, and we soon reached Mrs Leveson's house in Cromwell Road, South Kensington.
Gerty showed me to a room to prepare for dinner, and it was arranged we should have a real love sÃ©ance after the servants had gone to bed. At dinner I saw Lady Fanny, who met me with a most fervent embrace, assuring me, with tears in her eyes, that I was the source of the only happiness she had had in her life (her son, now at Oxford).
All through dinner, and long after while we sat on over dessert talking of old times, I felt as proud as a ham-door cock with three favourite hens, all glowing with love and anxious for his attentions; the ardent glances of lovely Mrs Leveson told too plainly the force of her luscious recollections, while Lady Fanny, who sat by my side, every now and then caressed my prick under the table, eliciting a slight throbbing in response to her touches.
At length coffee was brought in, and the servants told to go to bed. 'At last!' sighed our hostess, springing up and throwing her arms around my neck, 'I have a chance to kiss the father of my boy; what terrible restraint I have had to use before the servants. Dear James, you belong to us all, we all want the consolation of that grand practitioner of yours have which of us you please first, there's no jealousy!'
'But, darling loves, how can I do you all? I'm not the man I was some years ago'
'Trust in Gerty's science, for she let us into the Pinero Balsam secret, and we have a little of it in the house for occasions when it might be wanted. It's very curious how you ruined the morals of both Fanny and myself, two such paragons of virtue as it were; we could never forget the lessons of love you taught us, and, now we are both widows, with dear Gerty here, we do enjoy ourselves on the quiet. Fanny's boy has me, and thinks it is an awfully delicious and secret liaison; my James returns the kindness to my love's mother; while dear abandoned Gerty is only satisfied sometimes by having both with her at once, yet neither of them ever divulges their amour with Fanny and myself. And now, how is the dear jewel? You surely don't require the balsam to start with,' she said, taking out my staff of life, and kissing it rapturously.
Lady Fanny did the same, and was followed by Gerry, whose ravishing manner of gamahuching me recalled so vividly my first seduction of her in the Temple. She would have racked me off, but I restrained myself, and requested them to peel to the buff, setting them the example, my cock never for a moment losing his fine erection.
Having placed an eider-down quilt and some pillows on the hearth- rug, they ranged themselves in front of me in all their naked glories, like the goddesses before Paris disputing for the apple. 'Catch which you can,' they exclaimed, laughing, and began capering around me.
I dashed towards Mrs Leveson, but tumbled over one of the pillows, getting my bottom most unmercifully slapped before I could recover myself. My blood tingled from head to foot. I was made to be into one of those luscious loving women, and in a moment or two caught and pulled down Fanny on top of me; the other two at once settled her, a la St George, and held my prick till she was fairly impaled on it. They then stretched themselves at full length on either side, kissing me ardently, while their busy fingers played with prick and balls, and the darling Fanny got quickly into her stride and rode me with the same fire and dash which characterised her first performance on her brother's bed in the Temple.
My hands were well employed frigging the creamy cunts of Mrs Leveson and Gerry - what a fuck, how my prick swelled in his agony of delight, as I shot the hot boiling sperm right up to Fanny's heart, and she deluged me in return with the essence of her life as she fell forward with a scream of delight. Her tightly nipping cunt held me enraptured by its loving contractions, but at the suggestion of Gerry she gently rolled herself aside and allowed me to mount the darling Leveson before I lost my stiffness.
What a deep-drawn sigh of delight my fresh fuckstress gave, as she heaved up her buttocks and felt my charger rush up to the very extremes of her burning sheath.
'Let me have the very uttermost bit of it! Keep him up to his work, Gerry, darling,' she exclaimed excitedly, then gluing her lips to mine she seemed as if she would suck my very life away. A smart, tingling, swish-swish on my rump now aroused me to the fact that both Fanny and Gerry had taken in hand the flagellation and, gradually putting more force in their cuts, they raised such a storm of lustful heat that I fucked dear Mrs Leveson till we both lost consciousness for a time in an ecstatic agony of bliss and when we recovered ourselves declared that no such exquisite sensations had ever before so completely overwhelmed either of us.
Such was the power of the rod to invigorate me that Gerry soon had her cunt as well stuffed as the others had been by my grand prick, which seemed to be bigger and stiffer than ever.
This loving sÃ©ance was kept up into the small hours of the morning before I could think of tearing myself from their seductive delights; but I now often join this community of love in the Cromwell Road and no pen can by any possibility adequately describe the delights we manage to enjoy under the influence of the birch.
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