Classic: Victorian Erotica From 'The Pearl' (C.1880)
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PART II
Erotica Sex Story: PART II - The Pearl was a Victorian underground magazine that ran from July 1879 to December 1880. One story within it was titled Lady Beatrice Pokingham: Or, They All Do It. This torrent contains the Pokingham story with new material that has not previously been published.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Consensual Heterosexual Fiction
I will pass over the exciting practices myself and bedfellow used to indulge in almost every night, and merely remark that two more finished young tribades it would have been impossible to have found anywhere.
I had to wait till the Christmas vacation before I could be introduced to Frederick, who, between ourselves, we had al- ready devoted to the task of taking my virginity, which we did not think would prove a very difficult operation, as with so much finger frigging, and also the use of Alice’s leather sausage, which, as I learnt, she had improvised for her own gratification, my mount and cunny were wonderfully developed, and already slight signs of the future growth of curly brown hair could be detected.
I was nearly th*****n, as one fine crisp morning in December we drove up to the Hall on our return from school. There stood the aunt to welcome us, but my eyes were fixed upon the youthful, yet manly figure of Frederick, who stood by her side, almost a counterpart of his sister, in features and complexion, but really a very fine young fellow, between seventeen and eighteen.
Since hearing the story of Alice’s intrigue with William, I always looked at every man and boy to see what sort of a bunch they had got in their pockets, and was delighted to perceive Mr. Frederick was apparently well furnished.
Alice introduced me to her relatives, but Frederick evidently looked upon me as a little girl, and not at all yet up to the serious business of love and flirtation, so our first private consultation, between Alice and myself, was how best to open his eyes, and draw him to take a little more notice of his sister’s friend.
Lucy, who I now saw for the first time, slept in the little room adjoining Alice’s chamber, which I shared with her young mistress. Frederick had a room on the other side of ours, so that we were next door neighbours, and could rap and give signals to each other on the wall, as well as to try to look through the keyhole of a disused door, which opened direct from one room to the other, but had long since been locked and bolted to prevent any communication between the occupants.
A little observation soon convinced us that Lucy was upon most intimate terms with her young master, which Alice determined to turn to account in our favour.
She quickly convinced her femme de chambre that she could not enjoy and monopolize the whole of her brother, and finding that Lucy expected he would visit her room that very night, she insisted upon ringing the changes, by taking Lucy to sleep with herself, and putting me in the place of Monsieur Frederick’s ladylove.
I was only too willing to be a party of this arrangement, and at ten P.M., when we all retired to rest, I took the place of the femme de chambre, and pretended to be fast asleep in her snug little bed. The lock of the door had been oiled by Lucy, so as to open quite noiselessly, but the room was purposely left in utter darkness, and secured even from the intrusion of a dim starlight by well-closed window curtains.
About eleven o’clock, as nearly as I could guess, the door silently opened, and by the light of the corridor lamp, I saw a figure, in nothing but a shirt, cautiously glide in, and approach the bed. The door closed, and all was dark, putting my heart in a dreadful Gutter, at the approach of the long wished for, but dreaded ravisher of my virginity.
“Lucy! Lucy!! Lucy!!!” he whispered, in a low voice, almost in my ear. No response, only the apparent deep breathing of a person in sound sleep.
“She hasn’t thought much about me, but, I guess, something between her legs will soon wake her up,” I heard him mutter; then the bedclothes were pulled open, and he slid into bed by my side. My hair was all loose, the same as Lucy’s generally was at night, and I felt a warm kiss on my cheek, also an arm stealing round my waist and clutching my nightdress as if to pull it up. Of course I was the fox asleep, but could not help being all atremble at the approach of my fate.
“How you shake, Lucy; what’s the matter? Hullo! who’s this; it can’t be you?” he said rapidly, as with a sigh and a murmur, “Oh! oh! Alice.” I turned round just as he pulled up my chemise, clasping my arm firmly round him, but still apparently lost in sleep.
“My God!” I heard him say, “It’s that little devil of a Beatrice in Lucy’s bed; I won’t go, I’ll have a lark, she can’t know me in the dark.”
His hands seemed to explore every part of my body; I could feel his rampant cock pressed between our naked bellies, but although in a burning heat of excitement, I determined to let him do just as he liked, and pretend still to be asleep; his fingers explored my crack, and rubbed the little clitoris; first his leg got between mine, and then presently I could feel him gently placing the head of his instrument in the crack, and I was so excited that a sudden emission wetted it and his fingers all over with a creamy spend.
“The little devil’s spending in her sleep; these girls must be in the habit of frigging each other, I believe,” he said to himself again. Then his lips met mine for the first time, and he was quite free from fear on that account as his face was as beardless as a girl’s.
“Ah! Alice!” I murmured, “give me your sausage thing, that’s it, dear, shove it in,” as I pushed myself forward on his slowly progressing cock; he met me with a sudden thrust, making me almost scream with pain, yet my arms nervously clung round his body, and kept him close to the mark.
“Gently,” he whispered, “Beatrice, dear, I’m Frederick, I won’t hurt you much; how in heaven’s name did you come in Lucy’s bed?”
Pretending now to awaken for the first time with a little scream, and trying to push his body away from me, I ex- claimed, “Oh! Oh! How you hurt! Oh! for shame, don’t. Oh! let me go, Mr. Frederick, how can you?” And then my efforts seemed exhausted, and I lay almost at his mercy as he ruthlessly pushed his advantage, and tried to stop my mouth with kisses. I was lost.
Although very painful, thanks to our frequent fingerings, &c., the way had been so cleared that he was soon in complete possession, although as I afterwards found by the stains on my chemise it was not quite a bloodless victory.
Taking every possible advantage, he continued his motions with thrilling energy, till I could not help responding to his delicious thrusts, moving my bottom a little to meet each returning insertion of his exciting weapon (we were lying on our sides), and in a few moments we both swam in a mutual flood of bliss, and after a spasmodic storm of sighs, kisses, and tender hugging pressure of each other’s body, we lay in a listless state of enjoyment, when suddenly the bedclothes were thrown, or pulled, then slap - slap - slap, came smarting smacks on our bottoms, and Alice’s light, merry laugh sounded through the darkness, “Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Mr. Frederick, is this what you learnt at college, sir? Here, Lucy, help; we must secure and punish the wretch; bring a light.”
Lucy appeared with a candle and locked the door inside at once, before he could have a chance of escaping, and I could see she was quite delighted at the spectacle presented by our bodies in conjunction, for as I had been previously instructed, I clung to him in apparent fright, and tried to hide my blushing face in his bosom.
Frederick was in the utmost confusion, and at first was afraid his sister would expose him, but he was a little reassured as she went on, “What shall I do? I can’t tell an old maid like aunt; only to think that my dear little Beatrice should be outraged under my very eyes, the second night of her visit. If papa and mama were at home, they would know what to do; now I must decide for myself.
Now, Frederick, will you submit to a good whipping for this, or shall I write to your father, and send Beatrice home disgraced in the morning, and you will have to promise to marry her, sir? Now you’ve spoilt her for anyone else; who do you think would take a cruche cassä»” if they knew it, or not repudiate her when it was found out, as it must be the first night of her marriage. No, you bad boy, I’m determined both to punish you and make you offer her all the reparation in your power.”
I began to cry, and begged her not to be too hard, as he had not hurt me much, and in fact had, at the finish, quite delighted my ravished senses.
“Upon my word,” said Alice, assuming the airs of a woman, “the girl is as bad as the boy; this could not have happened, Beatrice, if you had not been too complaisant, and given way to his rudeness.”
Frederick, disengaging himself from my embrace, and quite unmindful of his condition, started up, and clasping his sister round her neck, kissed her most lovingly, and the impudent fellow even raised her nightdress and stroked her belly, exclaiming, as he passed his hand over her mossy mount, “What a pity, Alice, you are my sister or I would give you the same pleasure as I have Beatrice, but I will submit to your chastisement, however hard it may be, and promise also that my little love here shall be my future wife.”
ALICE. - “You scandalous fellow, to insult my modesty so, and expose your blood-stained manhood to my sight, but I will punish you, and avenge both myself and Beatrice; you are my prisoner, so just march into the other room, I’ve got a tickler there that I brought home from school, as a curiosity, little thinking I should so soon have a use for it.”
Arrived in Alice’s own room, she and Lucy first tied his hands to the bedpost, then they secured his ankles to the handle of a heavy box, which stood handy, so as to have him tolerably well stretched out.
ALICE, getting her rod out of a drawer. - “Now, pin up his shirt to his shoulders, and I will see if I can’t at least draw a few drops of his impudent blood out of his posteriors, which Beatrice may wipe off with her handkerchief as a memento of the outrage she has so easily forgiven.”
The hall was a large house, and our apartments were the only ones occupied in that corridor, the rooms abutting on which were all in reserve for visitors expected to arrive in a few days, to spend Christmas with us, so that there was not much fear of being heard by any of the other inmates of the house, and Alice was under no necessity of thinking what might be the result of her blows. With a flourish she brought down the bunch of twigs with a thundering whack on his plump, white bottom; the effect was startling to the culprit, who was evidently only anticipating some playful fun. “Ah! My God! Alice, you’ll cut the skin; mind what you’re about; I didn’t bargain for that.”
ALICE (with a smile of satisfaction). - “Ho! Ho! did you think I was going to play with you? But, you’ve soon found your mistake, sir! Will you? Will you, again take such outrageous liberties with a young lady friend of mine?”
She cut him quite half-a-dozen times in rapid succession, as she thus lectured him, each blow leaving long red lines, to mark its visitation, and suffusing his fair bottom all over with a peach- like bloom. The victim, finding himself quite helpless, bit his lips and ground his teeth in fruitless rage. At last he burst forth:
“Ah! Ah! You she-devil! Do you mean to skin my bum? Be careful, or I will take a rare revenge some day before long.”
ALICE, with great calmness and determination, but with a most excited twinkle in her eyes. - “Oh! You show temper, do you? So you mean to be revenged on me for doing a simple act of justice, sir? I will keep you there, and cut away at your impudent bottom, till you fairly beg my pardon, and promise to forgo all such wicked revengefulness.”
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