The Pearl Christmas 1881 annual
Anonymous


THE TOSWILIA

CHAPTER I
Le Jour de l'An

Past four o'clock in the afternoon, and I'm only just out of bed; how I
have slept since that little devil of a Fuckatilla left me at 7 a.m.!

Well, I must dress and make up as if just arrived so as to deceive the old
mother, it won't do for her to 6nd out I've slept with the pretty Susan all
night. Ha, what a clever little schemer she is to suggest that she would
sleep in my bed to air it against the morrow, when I was to return to town,
and then let me know so I could let myself in after the old woman was gone
to bed.

By Jove! I think it is well aired now, we've been fucking in it like
steam, spending the old year out and the new year in; I believe our first
fuck ended in a delightful spend on both sides just as Big Ben struck
twelve. Now I'll make haste, then ring for Mrs. Childings, and order the
supper; what a happy thought that of mine, promising to send her down to my
aunt's at Richmond, as soon as I got back, she will stay there all night,
and Fuckatilla will fetch her cousin to help, the same as on Christmas Eve,
that ever-to-be-remembered Christmas Eve, it beats all the fun I ever had,
but my name's not Priapus Bigcock if we don't top it tonight.

At last he left the bedroom in great coat and hat, with a small valise, as
if just arrived from a journey, closed the door behind him, and rang the
bell for the housekeeper.

"Mrs. Childings, a Happy New Year to you, didn't expect me quite so soon,
I must have a fire at once if you will be so good as to send Susan up to
light it," he said, Ringing aside his overcoat and taking off his wrapping.
"I've had a fine bracing journey up to town, its a lovely day to begin the
year with; by-the-bye can you run down at once to my aunt's at Richmond,
her cook is ill, and they have a party coming on this evening. I would have
stopped myself, but for my previous engagement with my old chums this 
evening. I promised you should start at once, so Susan shall fetch her
cousin to do for us as soon as she has lighted the fire.

Make haste, aunt is in a terrible muddle, it will be two guineas in your
pocket, and I knew you could help her better than any one; those
confectioners and other fellows she is obliged to employ, worry her to
death, and you can take all that off her hands. Never mind about us, we can
be jolly and how, start off quick."

Too pleased with her job, Mrs. Childings quickly thanked him for
recommending her, and left the room to send up Susan, and start off
herself.

"My little darling!" exclaimed the Hon. Priapus, coming behind the pretty
girl as soon as she had entered and was kneeling in front of the empty
grate, "haven't I arranged it all finely, make haste and fetch Emma," as he
caught up her clothes behind and exposed her splendid bottom, just peeping
out between the open slit of her pretty drawers; the sight makes him randy
in a moment, his big prick is out, and ready for a fuck dog fashion, in
spite of Fuckatilla's protestations for him to be quiet, and keep his
nonsense till the evening, "I'll burn it with the poker if you don't leave
me alone, you impudent fellow!"

"Ha, I like that idea, especially as you have to light the fire and warm
it first, I'll poker you; my prick doesn't want a fire to warm it, it's
boiling over already!" he laughed, not able to retain himself from spending
all over her bottom, the playful resistance of the girl had so excited him.

"What a shame!" she said, "to go on so, no one would think how you had
indulged with me all last night, and now to begin again so soon, sir," as
she put her hand behind and guided the shaft of love to her longing slit.
"See, you can't get in unless I let you, you naughty, bad boy!"

"But now I'm in I guess I'll stop there as the dog said," he laughed,
clasping her firmly round the buttocks and fucking away furiously. "How
deliciously tight it feels this way, I can quite fancy its your little gas
pipe behind that is nipping my prick so beautifully."

"Push, push, fuck, fuck," she almost screamed in reply, "this is the
finest way we have found out yet, you seem to get so far in, and to excite
me more than ever. Oh, oh, oh!

I'm coming, I can't stop it!" as she really fainted away in delight, and
nearly unshipped his cock at the moment of spending, by going Rat on the
hearthrug, where she lay whilst he revelled in the tightness and voluptuous
contractions of her vagina.

At length he withdrew his dripping tool, and turned his attention to the
girl, who speedily came round when he sprinkled her face with cold water,
opening her eyes with a loving smile on her lips as she slowly realized who
it was attending to her.

"How heavenly! how delightful!" she sighed.

"I seem to have enjoyed an age of bliss, how long did I faint?"

"Not five minutes, my little dear," he replied. "Now we will be serious,
and behave ourselves till Frank Jones arrives; he's sure to be first again.
Light the fire, and then fetch your cousin Emma at once, and do you know
another nice little girl you could get to stop all night with you, and join
in our games?"

Fuckatilla rather pouted at this suggestion, but her pretty face speedily
relaxed again into a smile, as she said, "So you want a change, do you?
I'll serve you out for it when you least expect it, sir! Wasn't I enough
for you last night, and equal to all your lecherous ideas?"

"Just listen to the jealous hussey, she wants my cock all to herself!"
laughed the young barrister. "You shall have a prick in your cunt, arse,
mouth, and hand all at once before tomorrow morning, if you only get us
another nice little girl as pretty as yourself, my dear, try your best and
you'll get a fine New Year's gift."

"Little Nell is just the girl for you," replied Fuckatilla. "Nothing
delights her so much as to see cats, dogs, or rabbits fucking, although
she's not quite thirteen, and I'm sure doesn't know what it is herself;
besides, she's such a delicicus little titbit, I've often tickled her
myself for fun; we call her Nelly Raquet because she was found on a
doorstep in Racquet Court, by an old printer, who having no children of his
own, took the pretty baby home, and kept her as a daughter ever since, but
she's a perfect little devil for fun, and sure not to split, whatever we
may let her see or join in."

"All right, dear Fuckatilla, only mind, jealousy's a thing we don't admit
here. You girls must be all love and no selfishness, then everything will
be charming," replied the voluptuous minded young roue as he hummed  The
ladies, the ladies, I love them all, So let them be stout, or let them be
thin, Or let them be short, or let them be tall, My prick's so randy I'm
sure to get in;

I've a fuck, a fuck, a fuck for them all! them's my sentiments, my love!"

"Very well, sir, I'm sure you are virtue itself in disguise," replied the
lively girl, "but let me advise you to take a walk on the Embankment or
somewhere for a couple of hours, and leave all the arrangements to me, and
cousin Emma. She will be here presently, as I guessed your little game and
asked her to come by five o'clock."

Returning from his stroll about half-past seven, the Hon. Priapus as he
ascended the staircase to his chambers, was astonished at hearing the voice
of his friend Frank Jones threatening somebody if they would not do
something; so he proceeded cautiously on tip-toe to learn what fun was up,
and listening at the key-hole heard him say, "The impudent little thing,
doesn't mind handling or stroking my prick, but won't suck it, well see
about that, won't we Fuckatilla? Now, just take her across your lap; that's
it, turn up her skirts, let us have a good look at her pretty bum. Ha, I
must kiss it, wait a moment before you begin to slap."

Just at this instant his Hon. friend thought of a famous peep-hole he had
once made in the wall for some purpose, so shifting his position, he was
soon in full view of the parties inside his room. It was indeed a sight to
give any one a rampant cockstand. There was Fuckatilla holding the
struggling little Nelly Raquet across her knees as she sat on the sofa,
whilst Frank Jones was helping her lift the girl's petticoats, Consin Emma
was by the side of Frank, who had his breeches down, and his prick at full
cock, which she was frigging beautifully, pulling back the foreskin from
its ruby head at every motion of her hand, whilst her eyes seemed beaming
with sensual desires as she regarded the object of her caresses.

"Hold the little devil, or she will kick my face!" exclaimed Frank,
kneeling down and shoving his nose between the cheeks of the little girl's
bottom, where no doubt his tongue was busy tickling the virgin slit." "Ha!"
he exclaimed, "you see I will kiss your cunney for you, Miss Nelly, now
won't you promise to kiss my little cockey?"

"Ah! No, never!" was the sharp response of the little girl, "the nasty
thing would be sick in my mouth. It was, you know, all over my hands as I
was stroking it."

"You won't!" said Frank, getting up and turning to Emma, who he pulled on
his lap,

"Then Fuckatilla shall slap your bum, till you promise to give it a good
suck, not only a kiss, mind!"

"No, I'll never do such a nasty trick. Ah! oh! oh! you hurt so! What a
shame!" she screamed, as the smart painful slaps began to tingle her
bottom.

"Go on! go on! Don't spare the obstinate little hussey!" exclaimed Frank,
"it's delicious to see her kicking, and watch the constant shifting of the
rosy Rush on her delicate white flesh at each impact of your hand on her
tight skinned rump."

He had now got Emma fairly astraddle across his lap as he sat on a chair
where she was riding him impetuously a la St. George, with her petticoats
well up, so that the action of her bottom could be seen beautifully, in
fact Frank's hands being round her waist under her clothes, kept them so,
and he has pulled her drawers well open, so that he could see everything in
the glass over the mantle-piece, which divided his attention with the
interesting slapping match going on upon the sofa.

But it was the latter scene which most interested the gentleman at the
peep-hole. Nelly Raquet was such a piquant little beauty, though not quite
thirteen, she was small for her age, but beautifully formed, her feet, legs
and bottom, were as exquisitely shaped as any Epicurean could wish to feast
his eyes upon, whilst her face, which he could see perfectly, although it
was turned away from Frank, had its beauty heightened by the crimson
blushes of shame by which it was suffused, at being so humiliated before a
gentleman; large dark flashing eyes, in which the tears sparkled like
diamonds, and a set of pearly teeth, rosy lips, and black glossy hair as
fine as silk made a tout ensemble, sufficiently ravishing to whet the
appetite of a rone, however satiated he might have felt before she met his
view.

"By jingo!" exclaimed Mr. Priapus Bigcock sotto voce, "she's a dainty bit
that would stir up my blood had I been as old and effete as Beaconsfield
himself, by-the-bye, I wonder if champagne jelly is good to induce sensual
desires in old people, I'll ask my uncle to try it; he told me last night
he hadn't had a rise since he was made a judge six years ago, it's a pity
such a jolly old cockolorum can't enjoy a bit of young cunt now and then."

Meanwhile the game inside was progressing rapidly.

Frank and Emma seemed to come together in a luscious spend, whilst
Fuckatilla, to judge by her excited loks, was also spending from the
effects of sympathy, and the sight of the pretty wriggling bottom, she was
so artistically slapping, for presently her hand dropped upon the rosy bum
of her little victim, and slipping down to her cunney, tickled the darling
with her fingers, till Bigcock could see the glistening of spendings on
them as they worked in and out of the tight little sheath. Nelly turned up
her face to Fucktilla, her eyes beaming with love and excitement as she
clasped her friend round the neck with both arms, and kissed her
rapturously, as she said with an agitated voice,

"How my bum burns, and enjoys the tickling of your fingers, dear, it's so
delicious I would do anything to feel like that again!"

She was now told to kiss Mr. Jone's cock quickly or Mr. Bigcock would
catch them there, and whip them all unmercifully with a big birch rod, "And
that, my dear, you would and no laughing matter, when it cuts your flesh
till the blood comes!"

Here Bigcock, who had spent in his breeches, thought it time to put a stop
to further proceedings, or it would spoil Jones and the girls for fun after
supper, so suddenly opening the door, he frightened poor little Nelly
almost out of her wits, by exclaiming, "So I will, I'm really astonished at
Mr. Jones behaving so with you girls. It's most disgusting, you shall all
be well whipped before twelve o'clock, or my name's not what it is; be off,
you two, (turning to the other girls), leave Nelly with me, or she may run
home, and make haste to have the supper ready!"

Fuckatilla and Emma vanished at once with a sly glance of fun at Mr.
Priapus, as he took the alarmed Nelly on his lap. The door being closed, he
went on to question his friend Frank, as to his early arrival.

"The fact is, old fellow," replied Jones, "that I have been quite
demoralized by your Christmas Eve's entertainment, the delights of that
night are ever running through my brain, and last night again I had another
wonderful dream, such scenes, and such reality about it all."

"So much the better, my boy, said Bigcock,

"it will be something to relate after supper, but how about being here so
early, nine o'clock was the time you know?"

"I longed so to see the girls again, my cock has been standing all day at
the thoughts of it, that at last, in a fit of desperation, I started too
soon, hoping to enjoy a smoke with you, but as luck would have it, I
dropped upon these three dear girls having a frig and gamahuche on the
sofa, as I entered without knocking, the door not being properly closed,"
said Jones.

"Well, go on, teil me ail about it."

"You see, Nelly here, was kissing Fuckatilla's fanny," he continued,
"whilst Cousin Emma had got a dildoe, or something, to fuck herself with; I
suppose they found it in one of your drawers, it was only a few minutes
before you burst in upon us. My first impulse was to withdraw."

"Tell that to the marines, Frank," interrupted his friend. "If your cock
didn't stand in a moment I'll forfeit a pony, and call up the girls to
decide!"

Never mind about betting, I might lose," continued Frank with a laugh, as
he could see that Bigcock had his hand under the little girl's clothes, as
she sat on his knee with her face hidden in his bosom. "Emma sprang towards
me at once, exclaiming, 'A man, a man, just the thing we want, and had my
breeches unbuttoned in a moment, searched for and drew out my stiff prick
before the astonished Nelly, asking her if she would not like to stroke
such a fine plaything. Nelly was bashful but not timid, although she
blushed up to her eyes; they made hep handle and stroke my prick up and
down, but the little dear would not look in my face, her eyes were all for
Mr. Jones's big thing, which presently astonished her by being what she
called sick over her hands, and would not touch it again. The girls were
too excited, but I heard you come up to the door, and once or twice heard a
sigh or a grunt as the scene affected you, so no doubt you know all the
rest."

"Just so," replied the Hon. Priapus. "Now, Nelly Racquet, that's your
name, I believe, you must give me a kiss."

The girl looked up, her fine large eyes suffused with tears, whilst her
lovely face was almost of a damask hue, overspread as it was with blushes
of shame at hearing Frank tell everything she had done.

"Don't be shamefaced, or frightened Nelly, we like you too much, and will
show you such fun; now didn't you like Fuckatilla's finger tickling your
cunney after the slapping. I could see how you hugged and kissed her?"
taking the girl's lovely blushing face between both his hands and holding
it up for a kiss almost sucking her breath away.

"It's all so new, I'm afraid," sighed the little girl.

"Afraid of what my dear? Is it this?" as he let out his great fiery-headed
battering ram, and placed it in her hand; "It's the most tender26 THE PEARL
hearted thing in the world, and was made for little girls to play with."

"La, sir! that's what makes the babies, a big girl told me so one day. I
was looking at some dogs, as cruel boys were beating them with sticks to
separate them; she said a man's thing was exactly like a dog's in shape,
but I'm not afraid, sir. It can't hurt me, I'm so young.

Do men and women stick together like dogs?" asked the sophisticated girl.

"That's right, stroke it up and down," said the barrister, "but why do you
ask such a question?" as he was now tickling and gently frigging her tight
little cunt again, and kissing her all the while.

"Because a big boy once wanted me to let him do it to me, but I wouldn't,
though I let him feel and tickle me as you do, and I played with his
cockey. I was afraid we might stick together and get caught," she replied.

Here Frank Jones was so excited that he declared Bigcock was not to have
all the fun to himself, and with his breeches still down, presented his
stiff prick for her to caress.

Nelly took one in each hand, blushing deeply again, yet with a loving
smile as she looked in their excited faces, "What impudent things!" she
exclaimed, as she seemed to tremble all over, "shall I rub their noses
together? You know girls play at flatcock, haven't you boys ever done
anything of the sort together?"

"Yes, yes! that's delightful, you little dear; pull the skins back and rub
the heads together!" gasped both of them almost simultaneously as they both
spent at once, and the sperm dripped from between her fingers as she held
the two throbbing heads of their penises tightly together.

Each kissed her rapturously, almost knocking their heads together, in
their hurry to do so, then when a little calmer, Bigcock and Jones put
their affairs out of sight, after making Nelly first wipe them with a soft
towel and kiss each cockey, and tickle the tip of the eurethra with her
tongue for a moment, just to prove her love.

The former now opened a drawer, and pulling out a very pretty young lady's
watch and chain, presented them to the astonished and grateful girl.

The presentation was hardly over before Spencer and Jack Turdey arrived.
The latter at once perceived that he had been too late for some of the fun,
as he observed whilst shaking hands with his friends, "You might have asked
me to come a little earlier, but I'll have a kiss of this delicious little
child before I enquire more!" kissing Nelly very amorously on her cherry
lips.

"It's no slight, I can assure you my old chum; you can see something has
happened, but it was solely owing to circumstances over which we had no
control," said Bigcock, "I had even got this precious little darling as an
extra treat for our after supper seance of love."

"Ah! Ha! ha!! that's good, is it not Spencer? So I suppose the
circumstances over which you had no control were your randy pricks, the
sight of her was too much for you, eh," laughed Jack.

"Only a feel, and a spend or two; she's a real little virgin," said Frank
deprecatingly.

"Well," replied Jack, "you fellows deserve birching or bottom fucking for
it, that's all I have to say. I'm not jealous, only devilishly inclined for
a fuctious evening."

No more was said about it, but their host observing that supper would be
ready in a few minutes, asked if they had heard the new anecdote about the
Prince of Wales' visit to the East London Hospital?

"No, old fellow, let's have it"

"It's not much," continued the host, "His Royal Highness went to inspect
the East London Hospital, so going into the male-ward, he asked the man in
No. 1 bed, "What's the matter with you my man, are you comfortable, or have
you any complaints?"

PATIENT.-Got the pox, your Royal Highness, the doctors do all they can for
me, and the nurses are very kind, everything's so nice, I shall be sorry to
go out again when I am well, because I'm a very poor man.

H.R.H.-Noble institution, glad to hear you are so well cared for. Goes on
to No. 2 bed,

"Well, my man, how are you, what's the matter with you?"

PATIENT.-Pretty well, your Royal Highness, got a bad fistula, but
everything's nice and everybody is kind to me.

H.R.H.-Beautiful charity, quite a paradise for the sick poor to come to;
and what may be the matter with you? addressing the man in No. 3 bed.

PATIENT.-Got an ulcer in my mouth, obliged to have my jaws tied up, your
Royal Highness, in a very sepulchral voice.

H.R.H.-Well, how are you getting on?

PATIENT.-Only pretty well, your Royal Highness.

H.R.H.-Only pretty well, have you got any complaint to make?

PATIENT.-Yes, your Royal Highness, I want to go into No. 1 bed. I want to
see the doctor first!

H.R.H.-What's that for, don't you have proper attention?

PATIENT.-Well your Royal Highness, the doctor goes to that fellow in No. 1
bed and pulls his cock about, then he goes to No. 2, and shoves his finger
up his arse, and then he comes and puts his finger in my mouth; I want to
see the doctor first.

H.R.H.-Very reasonable, shouldn't like that myself; I'll make a note of
it, and then sotto voce, filthy places these hospitals after all, I pity
the poor beggars who get into them, they may have to eat shit or pox juice,
or what not; I don't think I'll go much further round, I've a most pressing
engagement.

CHAPTER II

Frank Jones' dream of the Sack of London by the Germans after the Battle
of Dorking.

Supper was now announced, but it is needless to say much about that,
except that the four young gentlemen again treated all the girls as if they
were perfect ladies. Nelly Racquet was a great favourite, but her two
friends were not in the least jealous of the constant attention of the Hon.
Priapus and his chums, to their younger companion, who delighted her new
found acquaintances by the display of ready and pert replies to all their
sallies and badinage.

"Jack," said the barrister to his friend, "what do you think? Our little
Nelly here was telling us that a big boy once proposed to her to let him do
as the dogs do, only she was afraid they might stick together, but you
played with his little cock, didn't you, my dear?"

"Oh, yes! I wasn't afraid to do that, you should have seen how he pushed
it in and out of my hand, and his red face and startling eyes, as he almost
screamed, 'Oh!! oh!! oh!!! it's coming, it's coming, Nelly,' and then the
thick cream drops spurted out. It was the first time I had ever seen
anything of the sort, and was afraid I had hurt him."

SPENCER.-She's a sly little thing. I'll warrant you a good whipping if you
don't tell us all he did to you!

NELLY.-That was all at that time, except his tickling my little pussey, as
he called it, with his finger.

JACK.-What do yo umean by "at that time," did he do anything else another 
day?

NELLY.-I really can't tell you any more, I should be so ashamed, blushing
furiously as she thought of what she had allowed the boy to do.

They all saw that there was something behind the blush and supper being
over they determined to hear what it was.

"Now," said Jack, "we must know what it was that you did that time; it
must have been something 6ne, or you would never blush so."

NELLY.-I'll never tell, indeed I won't.

SPENCER.-Then we must try a light stinging switch; Jack, will you lay her
over your lap, and turn up her clothes as artistically as possible.

Nelly, who had up to this, been rather impudently de6ant, was seized and
drawn across the lap of Jack Rurdey, in spite of her screams and
protestations, her quivering lips and tearful eyes only adding to the
enjoyment of the company, who began to get quite excited as the pretty fat
buttocks were gradually exposed to view.

"Ah! no!! no!!!" she screamed. "I can't stand that again. Mr. Jones
slapped me so before, my poor bum is quite sore!"

"Just what I expected, you and Bigcock had been up to," said Jack, and
then sternly to Nellie.

"I want to know all about that boy, not about my friends here; there, will
that make you speak out?" giving a sharp slap with his heavy hand, which
sounded clearly through the room, leaving an intermixture of white and rosy
marks on the poor girl's smarting bum, where his hand fell. "Do you want
another, my little dear, to make you tell us?" smacking her again still
harder, regardless of her cries and kicks, which quite delighted them all.

"Wait stop!! Ah, no more, pray sir!" sobbed the beautiful little victim,
the tears running down her crimson cheeks, "I will, I will tell you all!"

"Then sit up on my knee and speak out, you dear little silly, so that we
can all hear," said Jack, lifting her up, but keeping her clothes up by one
arm round her waist, as he kissed the tearful face, and kept his other hand
in possession of her unfledged cunney, "I didn't want to hurt you, but we
must know all about it."

"Well, you must know," she began, "it is not long ago, but one day he
found out I was all alone in the house, so that bad, rude Charlie knocked 
at the door, and rushed in soon as it was opened, dragged me into the
little parlour, threw me down, and began what he called a rare lark, but I
assure you it was no fun to me, he turned up my clothes, slapped my rump so
that I screamed with pain, and then turning me over on my back, he spit on
my pussey, and said it was a silly looking thing without hair on it, so he
painted it all round with a bit of coal; you can't tell how ashamed and
angry I was with him for being so rough and nasty. I struggled and tried to
bite him, but he was so strong I lost all my strength, and lay sobbing and
crying on the hearth-rug; then the beast declared he would serve me still
worse, but  but  but I can't tell any more; oh pray don't ask me!"

"Go on," said Jack, sternly, "or we shall serve you still worse. Did he
shove his cock into you here?" tickling her cunney with his forefinger.

"Oh, no, worse and worse," sobbed the ashamed girl, "but I can't tell!"

"Well, then," said Jack, "I guess it was there, was it not?" as he was
trying to push his forefinger up Nelly's little tight fundament.

"Ah! Oh, no! Never again!" screamed the prisoner. "It hurts so, and is so
nasty."

"I thought we should find out," said Jack, delighted at his success. "So
he got in there, did he?"

"Oh, it was cruel," sobbed Nelly. "He thumped me about so because I kept
the cheeks of my bottom tightly together; he had turned me on my face, you
must know, and at last when I was nearly dead, he got a lump of butter off
the table and greased the hole, then forced his stiff cock right up my
behind. Now pray let me go, sir!"

"But that wasn't all, besides Emma here knows all about it, so we will
birch you dreadfully, if you don't say how he finished with you!" exclaimed
Spencer, who was being gently frigged by the cousin.

Too frightened to refuse she continued to relate how Charlie seemed to
spurt something warm into her, and that when he drew his affair out, it was
followed by a small quantity of excrement, as she could not help herself,
which so enraged him that he wiped his soiled cock on her face, and tried
to shove it into her mouth. "Now," she concluded, "I have really told you
everything, and he would have been locked up, only I was too ashamed to go
against him; I only wish I could serve him out, as he always laughs when he
meets me, and smacks his lips as if tasting something nice."

This tale had so worked them all up that Jack now called Nelly's attention
to what the others were doing, as she had been hiding her blushing tearful 
face on his bosom as his fingers frigged her tight bum-hole and cunney both
at once, whilst she had stammered out the account of Charlie's outrageous
conduct.

Cousin Emma was riding on Spencer's pego, which could be seen going in and
out of her lecherous gap, as she sat astride of his lap, and rode up and
down on his shaft, her lips glued to his, and her tongue in Ms mouth. Each
time she went up the vermillion lips of her cunt could be seen protruding
as they seemed to cling tightly round. the rather brown looking cock they
were sucking so deliciously, and which glistened with their mutual
spendings.

The Hon. Priapus was seated on the sofa with Fuckatilla on his lap, his
6ne large instrument buried to the roots of its hair in her beautiful cunt,
she had her back to him but his arms were keeping up her clothes, and his
hands tickling her slit in front through the opening of her drawers. Frank
Jones stood close in front of the amorous girl, who had her hands on his
pego, ticking his balls and caressing the shaft, exposing the bursting head
of his jewel at every backward motion of her hand, as she softly passed it
up and down. The scene was exquisite, Jack hugged his trembling little
partner to Ms bosom, and afraid to attempt her ravishment at the moment,
placed his throbbing prick in her hand, and whispered in her ear to place
it between her thighs, and close them tightly upon it, whilst he reclined
backwards, and held her between his legs, making her ride on his affair
with her toes just touching the floor; thus he had all the sensations of a
delicious fuck without hurting little Nelly; each one seemed to try to
prolong the pleasure, but although their movements were. very slow and
gentle, the sight of each other's enjoyment had such a stimulating effect
that they all seemed to come at the same moment, Jack's spending's flying
out a good distance on the floor, from between the cheeks of Nelly's
buttocks, just as the others all died away in extasy.

"Now for full dress, 'beauty unadorned,'" said the host, "or we shall be
too warm to appreciate Frank's new dream, I only hope it is as good as the
last, about the circus performance."

They were soon divested of every covering, and after a glass of champagne
all round, Frank was ready to relate how he dreamt the old year out, and
the new year in, so taking Cousin Emma on his lap, he made her keep a. hand
on his now limp concern, whilst he had two of his Angers groping about her
clitoris.

"When I went to bed last night," he began,

"I really meant to lay awake and hear all the church bells join in their
annual welcome to the new year, but it generally happens that we sleep when
we want to keep our eyes open, and vice versa; just so with me, I couldn't
keep awake for the life of me, and was presently dreaming all sorts of
rubbish; during the day I had casually looked into that old pamphlet about
the defeat of the English by the Germans at the battle of Dorking, so I
suppose my dream turned that way, for I seemed to be in my studio, when old
Lord Dufferstones rushed in almost frantic with fear, exclaiming, 'Jones,
what awful news, the army is beaten and the guards annihilated, the Germans
will sack London and ravish our wives and daughters as soon as they can get
here!"

"Every man must fight for his home, I'll do my best to kill at least one
enemy before they do for me, and let everyone else do the same, and the
bloodthirsty rascals will find it costs them dear," I replied, feeling
quite a hero in the presence of the old coward.

" 'Oh, dear! oh, dear! it's no use, Jones, we shall all be slaughtered
like sheep!' he raved, tearing his hair.

"Without waiting to hear any more from him I seized a sword and a
revolver, and rushed out into the Strand, where I soon heard that the
Uhlans had already reached Steatham, and were also close to New Cross in
another direction.

"Night was coming on, there were dense crowds in the streets some armed,
others clamouring for arms, each one encouraging the other to fight to the
last. A perfect panic prevailed at the Northern and Eastern Railway
Stations, especially as all the trains went away loaded with fugitive women
and children, and none but old men were allowed to accompany them, but it
soon came to an end for the want of rolling stock, as the companies having
once got it away, would not let any empties return for more, lest the enemy
might capture them.

"All night we worked away, making barricades on Westminster Bridge,
supported by others in Parliament Street, a few old officers directing the
workers, but no general plan of defence seemed to be carried out, as there
was no general anywhere, they had all gone out with the army, and had been
killed, captured, or prevented from retreating on the capital.

"At last morning came, and we could soon hear the sound of distant firing,
which gradually came nearer and nearer, till the attack was commenced on
all the bridges at once, from London bridge to Putney.

"Without artillery it was impossible to stem the advancing tide of
Germans, they carried the bridges very quickly, shooting and bayonetting
the defenders in thousands; now they surged into the bottom of Parliament
Street, and as I sat on one of the bronze lions at the foot of the Nelson 
column encouraging everyone to die rather than yield, I could see the
battle slowly coming up to the Horse Guards, and also that the Houses of
Parliament were on Are.

Waterloo Bridge was gone, and the enemy now began to take us in Hank from
the Strand, whilst others having passed Vauxhall were already swarming the
parks and Belgravia, and in possession of Buckingham Palace.

What could an undisciplined rabble do against such a converging host of
trained soldiers. The English mob kept up a weak and almost useless fire,
and only stood to be slaughtered; I reserved the shots in my revolver till
sure of my men, and had the luck to shoot two Germans, then the surging
mass carried me away into Pall Mall, where I stumbled over a dead body, and
was getting up again when a fierce looking German officer tried to finish
me off with his sword, but I shot him dead, and a sudden idea Hashing
across my mind, as the surging combatants left me free for a moment. I drew
his body inside the doorway of a house which seemed to be deserted, then
shutting the door, I stripped off his clothes, and in a very few minutes
had so dressed myself in his uniform that anyone would have taken me for a
German, now, thought I to myself, I speak German like a native, so as
resistance is no longer possible, I will join the enemy in sacking and
looting my own native city, so as to see what it is like.

"When I emerged I had smeared my face with blood, and my uniform was also
bloodstained. The street was full of corpses, all English, except a single
German here and there.

A fresh regiment of the enemy was just hurrying past, eager to get to the
front, or join in the loot, to judge by their excited faces. Seeing, as he
thought, a wounded compatriot, an officer offered me his brandy flask,
asking if I was much hurt. The draught gave me fresh courage, and I assured
him it was nothing serious, but that I had no doubt been struck down and
left for dead, but had recovered myself, and now felt able to join the
fight again.

"'We're ordered to occupy Belgrave Square, and prevent the houses being
plundered,' he replied, 'but it will be rare fun, the fellows can't be
restrained, none of us have had a woman for a month, we shall ravish them
first, and protect the women afterwards. The English dogs would serve us
the same if they had the chance. Come along with us, my father is our
colonel, and a rare old boy to enjoy himself in war time!' "What sights I
saw as I went along, numbers of straggling soldiers were already plundering
everywhere; at the bottom of St. James' Street three of them had got so
many pretty girls tied back to back to a lamp-post, with scarcely a rag to
cover them, and were fucking them furiously, their blood-stained pricks
showing how the poor girls had been ravished, their shrieks and cries were 
awful, whilst I shall never forget the shame, horror, and humiliation
depicted on their countenances.

"'That's a fine sight, my boys!' shouted our old grey-headed colonel,
'let's make haste to our billet, we shall find real ladies there to amuse
ourselves with.' "The men and officers all cheered, and we went on at the
double quick, taking no notice of the horrible scenes and carnage through
which we passed, and at last we reached our destination, and as luck would
have it, the very first house attacked belonged to old Dufferstones.

Our colonel, with his son and several other officers, established
themselves in the drawing rooms, where they found a profusion of wine and
refreshments set out as if for expected guests.

"'I'll wager there's ladies not far off, no men would have had the sense
to make such provision for enemies; have the house thoroughly searched, and
bring our hostesses here as soon as possible!' ordered the chief with a
chuckle of delight, 'Mein Gott fur Kaiser und Vaterland,' as he drained his
glass of champagne, and began to attack a fine game pie.

'Look sharp all, so as to be ready for the ladies when they're found, my
old prick wants something extra piquante to excite him.' "All the while we
could still hear the infernal din of distant fighting, gradually receding
in the distance, but presently we heard several piercing shrieks, evidently
from the cellars of the mansion, and very soon an old sergeant announced to
the colonel that they had secured three beautiful young ladies, besides
several female servants.

"'Very well, bring the ladies here, and keep the other women for
yourselves down below, but be gentle, if only done properly no end of men
can hurt a girl,' replied the colonel, then turning to me, 'Ah, sir, you're
a stranger, so I will just tell you an amusing thing that occurred when the
regiment I was quartered at a country village in Pomerania not long ago.'

'Well, a lot of our boys attended the annual fair, and got hold of one of
the wenches, everyone enjoying her in turn till they let her go.' "'You
would have thought she would have complained of the outrage, but nothing of
the kind. Her brother hearing of it in some way, at once taxed her with
having had nineteen soldiers at the fair. "So I did," she replied, "and
what do you think my affair got so excited at their coming on one after the
other that the lips of my cunt were as stiff as the rim of that saucepan on
the fire; it was delightful, I didn't mind it, and will have them again
some day, so you just keep to your own business."

"Here the sergeant, who had been respectfully waiting till his superior
had finished, informed us that they had found an old gentleman, evidently 
the father of the English ladies.

" 'Tie his hands behind his back, and bring him with his daughters, and
sergeant, see if you can make two or three good Hogging instruments out of
anything you can find in the house,' were the orders he received.

"We had not long to wait before the soldiers brought in the captives,
three beautiful girls and the old man, who I at once recognised as Lord
Dufferstones and Ladies Nora, Kathleen, and Ellen Dufferstones, his
idolized daughters, none of them seemed to recognise me.

"The colonel, in excellent English, at once enquired of his lordship who
they were.

"Lord Dufferstones, his face as white as his gray hair, and in a dreadful
fright, great drops of perspiration could be seen hanging in beads on his
forehead, or trickling down his grimy face (he had been found in a coal
cellar). 'Have mercy, Excellency, I'm a non-combatant, and the dear girls
are my loved children, you can have any ransom you like to demand for our
safety and protection.' " 'Indeed,' replied the chief, 'you English are
awfully rich, and the whole regiment must share in the prize money, so I
suppose you can afford a million, eh?' "'Oh dear no, your Excellency!'
cried the poor old fellow, falling on his knees. 'I haven't a tenth part of
that. Oh, spare me and my girls, take your jewellery and all you can 6nd in
the house!' " 'Pooh! pooh, man! I'm inclined to be reasonable, but it can't
be less than half a million at least, if you don't agree to that your
daughters shall frig you till you confess where the money is to come from,'
replied the colonel, with a grin of sardonic pleasure, especially when he
noticed the blushing horror of the young ladies at his outrageous words.

"Lord Dufferstones was ordered to stand up, and told that it was useless
for him to persist in his lies, about inability to pay, to which our chief
added his opinion, 'that probably the daughters of such an old liar were
only mock modest after all.' "The old man trembled like an aspen in abject
fear of what might be going to happen, whilst the girls hid their crimson
faces from sight, and sobbed with indignant shame.

"The old sergeant now re-appeared with a couple of good birch rods, canes,
whips, and scourges, all of which he informed us had been found in the
housekeeper's room, below, in a cupboard, and added to the colonel, I find,
sir, he is a lord, and has been in the habit of inHicting personal
chastisement on the bare bottoms of the young servant girls, or boy pages,
with the assistance of his housekeeper, who always had complaints to make
and faults to find which needed correction. They always carried it out on
afternoons when the young ladies were gone out for a drive, so this is
their stock in trade, laying his bundle on a table close at hand.

"'Very fine, indeed,' laughed the old German, as he turned again towards
the prisoners, 'you sergeant, give the housekeeper a good taste of the
whip, amuse yourselves by making the youngest servants insult and Hog her;
up here we will let these English aristocrats know what it is to suffer
such degrading punishments, and so you are a Milord, a proud noble, but I
can see you're a coward; out with your dirty old cock, sir, and show it to
your pretty mincing mock modest daughters, let them see their real papa.
Ha! ah!! what a joke!' "His lordship moaned, his horror and surprise were
really too great for words.

"'Come here, young lady, take your hands from your face, and tell me your
name, no nonsense or I will have your skin cut off your botCHRISTMAS ANNUAL
47 torn by your own father's whips and rods,' said the chief sternly to the
eldest girl.

"'Nora, my name is Nora Dufferstones, your Excellency, oh, have mercy on
us and our poor old father!" exclaimed that young lady, starting forward,
and throwing herself at his feet, with all the abandon of despair.

" 'Nora, eh! a very pretty Irish name; ahem, get up my dear, you see the
helpless state of your papa, with his hands tied behind his back; it's a
very delicate thing to mention, but I'm an old soldier, you won't mind me,
my dear, the fact is these gentlemen,  hem, yes, these German officers
want you and your sisters to see your papa's cock, the real author of your
being, you observe he is unable to get it out himself, so please unfasten
his front, and pull it out.

Ha! you hesitate to obey, I did not want to be severe, get up and do as I
tell you, this  this very instant, you English bitch,' as he spurned her
from him, and spat in her face.

"The poor girl was awfully abashed at this violence and insult, sobbing,
crying, blushing, and indignant all at the same time, whilst her two
younger sisters, Ringing their arms around her neck, added their cries and
sobs to hers.

"You would have thought such a scene as this would melt the sternest
hearts to pity, but on the contrary it excited every one present, and I do
not believe but that every one wished to

prolong their sense of smarting humiliation; at least I can say my prick
was bursting in my trousers, in fact all the young officers seemed wrought
up to an equal state of voluptuous emotion; even their own father, bound
and a prisoner as he was, seemed to derive pleasure at the sight of their
agonized distress.

"'No more of this, girls!' shouted the old German in a furious voice,
'will one of you do as I tell you immediately. By Jove! you shall suck your
father's prick till he spends, for not minding my orders!' he had taken up
a small sharp cutting whip, and was slashing the three sisters without
mercy, over their heads, necks, or faces, several of the cuts drawing
blood; the poor victims shrieking in helpless terror, clinging yet closer
together, as the blood streamed from the broken weals on their tender and
delicate flesh.

"'Now look up at these, gentlemen,' he resumed, dropping the whip from his
hand, 'I believe they are about to shower their love juice upon you.'
"Every prick in the room (except his lordship's) was out, and there were
fourteen or fifteen red-headed bursting penises presented to the gaze of
the horrified girls as we closely surrounded our prisoners, frigging
ourselves, and shoving them close to their mouths, noses, or eyes, so that
our spendings deluged the bloodCHRISTMAS ANNUAL 49 stained faces, or went
down their gasping throats.

" 'Horrible! Nasty! Disgusting!' they shrieked in chorus.

" 'Then do as I order you at once!" thundered the colonel. 'Lady Nora,
unbutton your father's breeches; Lady Kathleen, you put in your hand and
pull out his cock, and you my little innocent Lady Ellen shall pull back
his wicked old foreskin and frig him. Now be quick, what is the use of
pretending to be so shocked and mock modest? Ha! ha!! As if I don't know
how the young ladies play with each other's cunnies, or examine the cocks
of the pages in these aristocratic mansions, why I am given to understand
they are very hot beds of sensuality!' " 'He had again taken up the
terrible whip, and was pointing them to the task with it, but seeing their
determined reluctance to obey, he threw it aside, and ordering us to tie
the old man down in a chair, then asked us to stretch the three young
ladies on the floor face downwards, and to slap their obstinate arses till
they were obedient.

"The colonel sat down, and there were at least three of us to each of the
victims, so we arranged them with their bottoms towards him, Lady Nora in
the centre, and a sister on each side of her. How they kicked and screamed
as we deliberately and slowly turned up their skirts, first discovering
their beautiful legs encased in white silk stockings, through which the
tint of their flesh could almost be seen, whilst their small feet and
elegant chaussures quite enchanted us. We pulled their drawers open behind
to show the marble whiteness of their buttocks, and rucked them up so as
also to expose nearly half of their beautifully developed thighs.

"They were all three very lovely brunettes, with very dark brown hair, and
hazel eyes shaded by long dark lashes, which added to their Gushed faces,
and tearful, frightened looks, made a sight to stir the blood of the most
icy temperament you could imagine.

" 'Now,' said the colonel, 'I want to make sure of not missing the sight
if the slapping makes them spend, so please tie an ankle of each of the
younger sisters to the ankle of Lady Nora, and then two of you at the
outside can keep all their legs well open. It's delicious to watch the
quivering of their pretty little cunts at every slap, as the excitement and
heat of their parts increases.' "How pretty the three bottoms looked, with
just a glimpse of tight little wrinkled brown bum-holes, and the slits
underneath; the two eldest fairly ornamented with dark silky hair, whilst
the youngest, Lady Ellen, had only a suspicion of down upon her sweetly
interesting

paraphernalia of love. I was holding the untied leg of the latter, so was
close enough to study all the minutiae of what her position exposed to
view.

"'Are you all ready?' asked the old German, 'then three of you kneel
across their backs, with your faces to their rumps, and be ready to slap as
I count, and be sure to keep good time, or I will select others the next
time we have a treat of this kind to enjoy. Now-one-two-three "So
beautifully was it done that the smacks fell like a cracking volley, the
victims screaming and kicking in pain and humiliation at every slap.

" 'Delightful!  deli  ci  ous!  de  li  ci  ous!' exclaimed the
colonel, his face glowing with pleasurable emotions. 'Look at their crimson
faces, streaming eyes, and heaving bums; watch the kicking and twisting of
their lovely limbs. See now, look closer as I go on. Four  five  six 
seven  eight. Ha, that's prime, splendid indeed! Lady Nora's already
spending; did you notice how the lips of their cunts opened and twitched at
every impact of the hand. Now let them get up, and see if they will obey my
orders, but mind tie up all their skirts well above their waists, and put
the tails of their chemises well away, so as that we may enjoy the sight of
their bums and cunts where the drawers are open.'

"It was a delightfully ludicrous sight when the three girls stood blushing
in front of our old colonel, with their skirts tied in a knot behind, just
above their waists, cunnies and bums peeping out from the opening of their
drawers in front or behind, as we happened to view them.

" 'Well, girls,' the colonel went on, 'now you have had a taste of what we
can do with obstinate husseys like yourselves, are you inclined to carry
out my orders, or must we proceed to more cruel extremities?' "They all
sank on their knees again, and with streaming eyes, begged in the most 
piteous manner that his excellency would have mercy on them and their poor
old father, praying expecially to be spared the degrading shocking test of
obedience suggested in the order.

" 'Then why is he such an obstinate old fool?

Don't talk to me about inability to pay the halfmillion ransom, I know
every one in this square has hundreds of thousands a year; the long and the
short of it is you shall frig him to death if he does not promise the
money, do you think the Germans have come here not to enrich themselves?'
"Seeing their utter state of confusion and bewilderment, he rose from his
seat and took up the little whip again. 'Now girls, you English bitches
shall find that old Cuntswigger, Colonel Cuntswigger I should say, of the
Pomeranian Guards, is a man of his word? I do mean you to do it, so now
begin  begin  begin!' slashing each of them in turn, till the blood
dripped down the inside of their drawers, plainly showing by the stained
marks, the terrible force of his cuts. 'It's no use shrieking for mercy!'
as he laughed at their frantic cries, 'the only way to get off is to begin
the task, your minds are altogether wrong, or it would delight and give you
pleasure to play with a prick, especially your father's!' "Old Dufferstones
was so excited that he fairly groaned at the sight of his daughters'
distress and humiliated agony, whilst his big prick, old and debilitated as
he almost always seemed, was swollen and throbbing in his breeches.

"Catching sight of him, the colonel called on us all to help, so without
mercy the three sisters were pushed and dragged up to the old man's chair,
where he sat with his hands tied behind him, quite helpless, but as red as
a turkey cock and glaring with excitement.

"We first pointed out to them the fine erection which was so plainly
visible, the colonel giving the old man's prick a very painful cut as he
drew their attention to it; then one of the officers took Lady Nora's hand
and made her stroke and feel how her father's affair throbbed under her
touch. She closed her eyes but reopened them with a start of horror, as
some one behind suddenly rammed his finger into her bottom-hole, and
turning round tried to box the ears of her fundamental ravisher, exclaiming
with great indignation, 'Monster, how shameful, would you outrage me so?' "
'Bravo, you're a spirited girl, but a fool!' laughed the old German, 'that
young gentleman only wants to give you pleasure, my dear; go on boys, give
them a good bottom frigging!' "It is impossible to describe the delightful
scene which followed, an officer on each side held the girls' hands, which
they would place on the old man's prick, or make them feel their own,
whilst a third one behind was busy with his finger in their bums; our cocks
were let out and placed in their hands, and we made them see how we spent,
then insisted they should suck their slimy fingers clean, and taste the
fingers of the gentlemen who had had them up their bottoms; they were 
awfully shocked and distressed, yet we could plainly see that all three of
them were sensually excited by what they had seen and felt behind.

" 'Now, this is all play, and papa is waiting for his turn; after all, my
dears, you are not nearly so loving as the daughters of old Lot, who made
their father tight and then seduced him to fuck them. Mein Gott, it must
have been delicious for the old fellow!'

"Nora was brought as close as possible to her father, and ordered to
unbutton his trousers, the colonel cutting her hands with the whip, and not
at all mindful if he hit her papa's affair as he did so; at last she seemed
to comply in a At of desperation, and actually swooned away as his big cock
burst into view slimy with spend, and stained with blood from some of the
colonel's reckless cuts, which had slightly abraded the tender skin of the
prepuce.

" 'We'll soon bring your sister round, Lady Kathleen, but you must first
kiss and stroke your real papa,' continued old Cuntswigger, as we made her
take old Dufferstone's cock in her hand, and pressed her head down till she
kissed it. Then she was allowed to stand aside whilst we forced the young
Lady Ellen to take papa's Priapus in her mouth, as the colonel with a fine
birch switched her backside to make her do it properly.

"Whilst this was going on, I got so excited that seeing Lady Nora lying on
the carpet quite unconscious, I threw myself upon her, and forcing her legs
apart, drove my Aery steed at the outworks of her virginity; the sudden
shock at once brought her round, so as to realise the situation in a
moment. With a scream of horror she struggled so violently as almost to
throw me out, but I had the head fairly lodged, and enfolded her in my arms
as tight as a boa constrictor. Another furious lunge and I felt she was
conquered, and at the same time spurted a tremendous gush of spend into her
womb, just as she swooned again. It was delightful to me, the painful and
hard won victory seemed to make my enjoyment tenfold more delicious, as my
cock soaked and throbbed within the soft, yet tightly contracted folds of
her vagina.

" 'Pull him off!' shouted old Cuntswigger, 'how dare you sir, without
orders, thank your stars you do not belong to the 2nd Pomeranians!'
"Instantly they dragged me from the darling Nora, who I had so long
secretly loved, to be revelling in her cunt seemed the very scene of bliss.
My prick was still distended in the most lustful manner, and stained with a
mixture of my spendings and her virgin blood, but what was my surprise when
in an instant old Cuntswigger was down on his knees gamahuching me in the
most delightful manner, sucking, smacking his lips, and enjoying the taste
of my prick with the greatest gusto, till I almost choked him with another
delicious emission.

He swallowed every drop, and then letting me go, said, as he licked his
foaming lips, "Ha, my boy, I wouldn't have missed that treat for my share
of the prize money; it's really the only thing I can now enjoy, the blood
and spendings from a reeking prick which has just taken a maidenhead. Now
get into her again, and let us enjoy the sight of seeing you work her up to
the highest pitch of sensual excitement.' "She was just opening her eyes
and coming to herself, when I rammed my prick into her again with
tremendous force, which at once made her painfully realise how she was
placed; her pale features were instantly suffused with the deepest crimson,
as she ground her teeth in an agony of rage, shame, and as I guessed,
impotent desires for revenge, even biting her lovely lips till the blood
came.

"Ah, Nora, dear Lady Nora!" I almost screamed with delight, as my arms
pressed her body to mine with all the strength I could so well exert in my
erotic fury, "I know it is cruel, but the very pain you suffer confers on
me the greatest pleasure, your crimson cheeks and blood-stained lips only
add to my voluptuous ardour, whilst my happy prick revels in the blood of
your ravished virginity, I will also suck some of it from your inviting
lips!" as I glued my lips to hers, almost sucking her breath away. "Don't
you begin to feel a little forgiveness now, dear Nora? Are your feelings
dead to the stirring emotions of love? See, I am not afraid to trust the
tip of my tongue between your teeth." My motions now began to have a slight
effect, and this tipping the velvet seemed to add marvellously to the
incipient excitement, the hitherto slight motions of her buttocks in
response to the thrusts of King Priapus, suddenly quickened into almost
frantic bounds, threatening to unseat her active rider, who fortunately was
able to hold on, and go the pace the impetuous steed plunged into.

"Old Cuntswigger was in extasies, he knelt down behind us, forced one
finger up my arsehole, part of the same hand tickling my balls; his other
hand was equally busy with Nora, postillioning her bottom in the most
exciting way, with one digit, whilst the next one was inside her
deliciously tight cunt, feeling how my prick was going on, and adding
greatly to our enjoyment.

"This was too good to last long, we came together in tremendous gushes of
sperm, which churned into whitish troth as our motions continued, oozing
out on his fingers, which he took pleasure in licking one after the other,
urging us not to stop but to go on again without resting to recover
ourselves, but seeing I was rather Ragging after such an extraordinary
bout, he ordered some one to freshen me up with a birch rod. That ended my
dream, for the first cut was such a stinging whacker that I awoke with a
start."

Conclusion of the Evening,
Spencer reads his Tale of of Vanessa.

"And quite as well," exclaimed Fuckatilla, "it was beginning to get
painfully cruel. I like tender love best."

"So do I, that is exactly what I think, although a few skilful strokes of
the twigs are delicious provocatives to sensual enjoyment, I don't like
going to extremes," said Spencer.

"Now I vote for a bit of fun, then I will read you a tale called Vanessa,
which I have got ready especially for this evening, and trust you may
approve of its not too florid style, as I have tried to write it something
in the style of 'Fanny Hill'."

"I shall call on Jack Turdey for a song first.

Mind, my boy, it is one of the newest out," said their host.

"You shall have, 'Under the Garden Wall,' I got it at a convivial a night
or two ago," said Jack, clearing his throat, "here goes!"

UNDER THE GARDEN WALL
I went to piss 'gainst a walnut tree,

Under the Garden Wall,

When I saw such a sight that startled me, Under the Garden Wall, At first
it was dark, but I soon made out, Under the Garden Wall, A male and a
female were there without doubt;

Under the Garden Wall,

I wasn't long guessing what they were about, Under the Garden Wall.

CHORUS: -

Under the garden wall, the fellow was young and tall;

The lady was fair beyond compare, she little suspected that I was there;

Her clothes were up, and her arse was bare!

Under the Garden Wall.

I saw she'd a pair of delightful thighs, Under the Garden Wall;

And he had a prick of enormous size,

Under the Garden Wall;

I heard her exclaim, "What a beauty, dear Jim!

Be quick you old ducky, and do put him in;

Go gently at first, or you'll split my young quim, Under the Garden Wall.

CHORUS:  Under,

I then heard a groan, and I then heard a grunt, Under the Garden Wall;

Said she, "How I love you to tickle my cunt, Under the Garden Wall;

The sight gave me palpitation of the heart, When I saw how she squirmed on
his blooming dart, With excitement, when one of them let a loud fart, Under
the Garden Wall.

CHORUS:  Under, amp;c.

My prick got stiff 'gainst the walnut tree, Under the Garden Wall;

And I found no inclination to pee,

Under the Garden Wall;

The sight gave me a peculiar shock,

I found myself rubbing my sensitive jock, They had real turtle, and I had
the mock, Under the Garden Wall.

CHORUS:  Under,

"That's something like a song, can't you, Mr.

Bigcock, sing us another?" said the vivacious Nelly, who had joined
heartily in the chorus.

"No, you little darling!" laughed their host,

"but I will just give you a new Aesthetic Nursery Rhyme, and then have Mr.
Spencer's tale."

An Aesthetic young miss of Calcutta,

Set all the men's hearts in a flutter,

Her bubs were intense,

Her arse was immense,

And her cunt quite too utterly utter!

'Vanessa, the Story of a Milliner's Apprentice, or Memoirs of a Lady of
Pleasure in London'."
INTRODUCTION

To the Reader,The subject of these pages is a very fashionable beauty in
Kensington at the present time; long since, when I first made her
acquaintance she promised to write out all the most interesting incidents
in her life, and at last I have prevailed upon her to keep her word, and am
thus enabled to make public a most interesting story of a real lady of
pleasure, from the days of her youth and poverty up to the present time,
when she is now one of the shining lights of the highest circle of the
Demi-Monde.

THE AUTHOR

CHAPTER I
Apprenticeship
I was born in a workhouse, in the west of English, my poor mother giving up
her last breath as she gave me life. An orphan from my birth, who never
even knew who her father was.

Like the celebrated Cora Pearl, who lately married a rich nobleman in
Paris, after having been the bright particular star amongst les files du
monde of that great city; I also had a very common name, hers, I believe,
was Emma Crutch, mine nothing more than Phoebe Smith, the same as my poor
mother's.

Well, to go on with my story. I believe that as I got out of babyhood I
grew so intelligent and pretty that I became a general pet amongst all the
officials of the workhouse master, matron,

doctor, etc., everyone seemed to take an interest in little Phoebe, and
thanks to natural quickness, my education was far better than usually the
result of such surroundings, but you may guess I had many very curious
adventures even in my earliest days of girlhood.

The matron often sent me messages to the rector and others in our village,
as she knew it gave me pleasure to run out now and then.

Our rector was a nice old gentleman, nearly eighty years of age, and he
would often ask me into his study, under pretence of examining me, to see
how my education was going on. The old man really seemed to feel his feet a
little during these visits, and generally gave me sixpence for a nice kiss
before he would let me go. Of course I was always glad to go to the
rectory, especially as Mrs. Wilson, the housekeeper, often gave me sweets
and cakes in addition to the parson's sixpences.

At last I was upon quite familiar terms with him, and used frequently to
sit on his knee and kiss him, as he called me a dear little pet, and very
frequently his hands would go up under my clothes, till they felt my thighs
and even something else, as he explained to me what a pity and shame it was
that the guardians did not allow drawers, "You would look so pretty little
Phoebe, properly dressed," he would say and go on all the while taking
liberties which at the time my innocence did not see any harm in.

I was nearly ten years old, when one day, our matron told me that Mrs.
Wilson at the rectory wanted me to help her for the afternoon, if I could
be spared, "so you had better make yourself nice, and go at once, my dear,"
and I did not want telling twice.

The old parson was delighted to see me.

"Mrs. Wilson sent for my pet to spend the afternoon with me, as she is
going out, and I have such a surprise for you, Phoebe," he said.

The housekeeper was soon gone, and I now believe it was a regular planned
thing between them, as when he died he left her a house and two pounds a
week for life.

Leaving my straw hat and cloak in Mrs. Wilson's room, he led me to the
study, where he took me on his knee and almost stifled me with kisses.

"What do you think I have got for my pet?" he asked.

"Is that all you think of, Phoebe? Wouldn't you like to see yourself in
fine clothes, eh?"

I jumped off his knee in delight, as I clapped my hands, exclaiming, "You
old dear, let me see them, I don't believe you have got them!"

"Open that parcel there, and I must help you put them on," he said,
pointing to a large brown paper package on a chair in one corner.

The end of it was there was a complete outfit, little low necked silk
dresses, stays, petticoats, drawers, chemise, etc., trimmed with lace, and
even silk stockings, and such beautiful little slippers with high heels and
buckles of silver.

How his hands trembled as he helped me first to strip, and then to put on
all this finery which quite fired my young imagination, and made me think
of the possibility of yet being a real lady, as I knew I was beautiful.
Even when quite naked it banished all ideas of anything wrong, I only
thought the old parson was fond of his pet, and wanted to please me.

His hands wandered over every part of me, before the dressing was
commenced, then when I stood before him, only dressed as far as my stays,
petticoats, and drawers, he took no end of time turning me round and
examining if everything fitted properly.

Then he began to tell me what a naughty boy he was, that I ought to play
at being schoolmistress, and whip him well.

The fun of the thing took possession of me at once, and as he had often
shown me a birch rod, and said he would use it some day if ever he found me
a naughty girl, I knew the drawer where I could lay my hand upon it.

"So I will, you bad boy, I know where Tickle Toby is kept," I said,
getting the rod out.

He took it from my hand, and said, "Now, Miss Phoebe, don't spare my 
bottom. I have been so naughty, and if you do it nicely you shall soon come
to live with us, and be my schoolmistress very often."

Nothing would do but I must take his breeches down and birch him well,
which at last I did, and he was so impudent, and tried all he could to
irritate me by calling me "a cruel little wretch, an ugly thing, etc.,"
that I paid him out finely.

The scene always amuses and tickles my fancy even after all these years,
and I do not know to what lengths we might have gone after a while, had not
the poor old rector died very soon after, and so dispelled all my dreams of
finery, etc., for a time.

One of my best qualities has always been secrecy as to what I did, so no
one, unless it was Mrs. Wilson, even guessed at my game with the rector,
poor old fellow.

The master of the workhouse was in the habit of inflicting personal
chastisement on any of the boy or girl inmates who gave cause for
correction, this I had long known and now felt quite a curiosity to see how
he managed it, especially with the big girls and boys.

This could only be accomplished by hiding myself in a small ante-chamber
which led into Mr. Watson's business room; there was a halfglass door with
a curtain, which I could easily

draw on one side and peep. The further side of the master's room had a
staircase leading to a work-room, so that each culprit entered at one door
and was sent away to work by the other.

Mondays the girls were whipped, and Wednesdays he birched the troublesome
lads or boys.

I suppose it was only natural that I should most wish to see a boy
stripped, so the first Wednesday I could manage it I shut myself in an
empty cupboard in the ante-room about the usual whipping time, and soon
heard Mr. W and the matron, Mrs. Jones, bring a boy for punishment. The
door was locked on the inside, and I crept from the closet, and pulling one
corner of the blind aside, could see everything, and quite safe from being
seen myself, unless they especially looked towards the door, even then I
felt sure I could escape without being caught With what stillness I kept at
my post! fearing that the least noise might attract the attention of either
of them, but I had not much reason to fear, for they were both of them so
much taken up with the business in hand, that they had no notion of
thinking about espionage. Yet I trembled from head to foot, with an
indescribable apprehension, not so much of fear as that I might see 
something almost too bad to look at, as I knew the master was such a strict
man in carrying out his punishments. I could see everything, and a corner
being broken out of one of the glass panes in the door, I could hear
equally well. The culprit was a fine lad of about sixteen, and they set
about tying his hands above his head to a clothes hook, high up the wall
one side of the room, so I had an excellent view of him en profile.

"I guess you'll remember this for some time, or my name's not Watson!"
said the master, almost grinding his teeth, he appeared in such a rage.

"Pray be cool, sir," said the matron, "don't let your temper carry you
away, no doubt the boy's been very insulting to both of us, and well
deserves what you will give him, only think of his calling you an old b-r,
and me a bitch  indeed, when I'm so kind to every one in the house!"

Although she talked to him about being cool, she looked very Rushed
herself, as she helped to pull down the lad's breeches, thus exposing to my
view all the male paraphernalia of manhood, slightly adorned with a fringe
of soft dark hair, evidently only recently just beginning to grow.

"Now he's ready for the birch," she said, with a chuckle, as she finished
pinning up the tail of his shirt, and pulled the breeches quite down to the
culprit's knees.

"Yes, I think it's my turn now, Simpson," said Mr. Watson, who had taken a
heavy bunch of birch from a cupboard, "you will soon be sorry for your
laziness and impudence, I feel quite kindly towards him now, Mrs. Jones,
it's really wonderful how my feelings are soothed as soon as I take the
swishtail in hand."

His face was quite changed from the angry look it had a minute or two
before, as he took up his position behind the culprit, who had been
strictly mute so far.

No more time was lost, Mr. Watson's soul was very evidently in his work 
swish  crash  swish  crash  swish  crash  that is what the blows
sounded like to me, as he gave a sweeping flourish through the air at each
stroke. The third blow elicited a subdued wincing cry from the lad.

"That's it, why don't you give it mouth, Simpson, as you did when you
abused me and Mrs.

Jones?" he exclaimed. "Does it cut you a little, my boy? Will you abuse us
again, eh?'

This last was followed by a tremendous crasher, which drew little drops of
blood from the wealed flesh, then blow followed blow, soon making the drops
into little rills which fairly trickled over his buttocks and down his
thighs, whilst poor Simpson's cries were awful to hear, mixed as they were
with the swishing and crashing of the rod. How the poor fellow did beg for
mercy, but all to no avail, the master was relentless, and cut away as if
it was nothing much, jeering and lecturing the boy all the while.

Now my eyes fairly started, for there was young Simpson's affair sticking
out rampant and redheaded in front of him, in fact I seemed to fancy that
the boy purposely rubbed himself against the wall as every cut of the birch
drove him forward, his cries ceased, and I could not make it out, but just
then Mrs. Jones coming behind the master, put her arms round to his front,
and unbuttoning Mr. Watson's breeches, exposed to my full view an enormous
affair, nine or ten inches long, which she played with in her hands,
passing them rapidly up and down the long white shaft, uncovering at every
motion the ruby head of what looked quite a monster to me then, all the
while agitating and rubbing her belly against his back as she did so.

It only lasted for about a couple of minutes, then I saw quite a jet of
thick whitish stuff spurt from him right on to the boy's raw bottom, who
evidently was unconscious of what was going on behind him, After this she
buttoned him up again, and then Simpson was let down and cautioned as to
his future conduct, and what he would get next time, then ordered to be 08
to his work, and sent away through the further door, which I have
mentioned.

Of course I thought it was all over, and should have slipped away from my
point of observation, had not Mr. Watson seized Mrs. Jones round the waist
and borne her to a couch, kissing her, and putting his hands under her
clothes till I got a glimpse of a splendid naked thigh.

"Was it nice, Dick? Did I give you pleasure, dear?" I heard her murmur.

"Heavenly, delightful, my love! And now it's my turn to repay you, open
your lovely thighs and let me see what you know I love to kiss so!" he
replied, pulling her willing legs apart, and regularly burying his face in
what I then thought was a very dirty place.

She closed her eyes, and lay back almost as if in a faint, but one hand
was pressing his head to keep him as it were to his work, whilst the other
with clenched fist hung down by her side.

"Ah  r  r  re, Oh, oh. Lovely  delightful. Go on you darling. There 
there  just on the little spot. Ah  r  r  re, I'm going to come. Oh 
oh," I could hear her say in gasping accents, and then saw her stiffen
herself out in a listless state.

He kissed or sucked on eagerly for a moment or two, then jumping up, knelt
on the bench between her legs, his great thing sticking out in front of his
belly from a profusion of dark hair, which adorned that part of his person.
He opened Mrs. Jones' thighs till I could quite see her love gap with
pouting vermillion lips glistening with moisture, then to my astonishment
he directed the head of his big engine, and opening those lips with one
hand actually shoved the whole length of the tremendous thing up into her
belly, till it was buried out of sight.

This seemed to wake up the matron, for suddenly throwing her arms round
Mr. Watson, she heaved up her bottom to meet his thrusts, which he for his
part was quite ready to respond to, kissing her face and lips ardently all
the while, till after a few minutes both of them seemed as it were, to melt
away, and lay listless in each other's arms.

Now was my time to slip away, which I did, but what an impression that
scene had upon me, it thrilled my whole soul, and circulated a fire through
every vein of my body, which increased so violently as almost to prevent
respiration.

I was now only too well disposed, young as I still was to enter into any
rude game that might offer with my own or the opposite sex.

I had a little bed-fellow, Sarah Marsh, about my own age, her I admitted
to my confidence, and we resolved the very first chance to have a game
ourselves with one of the boys.

It so happened that in a day of two was the annual treat, and we all went
to the park attached to the hall to spend the day.

The village squire was a liberal man, the grown-up paupers, both old and
young, were regaled to their hearts content, whilst the children ran about
at pleasure in the grounds or a large wooded dell in the dark. Sarah and
myself selected a pretty boy of about twelve for our sweetheart, and told
Johnny Stones (that was his name), that we had something so nice to let him
into.

Soon finding ourselves in a place quite free from observation, we told him
the story about Mr. Watson and Mrs. Jones, and asked him to try and do the
same for us; he was seated on the grass eating a cake so we soon had his
little pintle out, it stood almost directly, and he tried to get into first
one and then the other of us, but it hurt so much we had to give it up, and
contented ourselves by sucking and kissing each other's affairs, which we
thought very nice.

' Suddenly, "Haw, haw  ha, ha  here's a go," startled us from our game.

"Don't be frightened dears," said a kind voice. 'I'll give you a shilling
each to let me play with you."

It was Squire Benson himself, and the sight of the bright silver soon made
us at our ease, and we promised never to tell a word.

He made us unbutton and get out his affair, but what a contrast to the
workhouse master's grand instrument, Mr. Benson's was a little thing only a
trifle 6ve inches in length, but he was delighted to have us handle and
kiss it, then laughing when we told him all about Mr. Watson and the
matron, and how we had failed in our endeavours to get Johnny's thing into
us, he told us he could tell a much better way which would do no harm, as
the front way made babies; then he made me kneel all fours on the grass,
and took Johnny's pintle into his mouth, wetting it first with his saliva
before he made him shove at my bottom-hole, it soon slipped in, and my boy
kneeling behind me with his arms round my belly, worked away in the
vent-hole, and gave me exquisite pleasure; meanwhile the Squire telling my
partner not to mind a slight pinch, soon planted his own affair in Johnny's
bum, whilst he made Sarah tickle and play with him, and put her finger up
his own bottom.

We kept at this game for a long time, till it was beginning to get almost
dusk, I did not feel anything myself, except an exquisite titillation of
the anus, but Johnny told me he felt the Squire quite plainly as he twice
emitted into him, and that it was lovely and warm.

Our sweetheart was sent to a situation soon after this, and Sarah and
myself remaining constant friends we kept our secret to ourselves, and
varied our amusement as much as possible, using Angers or tongues as the
fancy took us, still we were very careful, for fear of being found out, and
did not run into any very great excesses.

Soon after I was twelve years old they put me out to be nursemaid in the
family of Farmer Royston. He was the grandest man of the village after the
squire and the rector, having a large farm and a 6ne water mill as well.

Mr. Royston was a widower, who had recently lost his wife, who left him
with a rather large family of all ages, from sixteen to two years old, the
household being now presided over by a Miss Mabel Wilberforce, in the
double capacity of housekeeper and governess.

Master Charlie, the eldest, went to school, and only came home for the
holidays, as also did the Misses Gertrude and Lily, who were fourteen and
thirteen respectively, besides these there were Ave younger ones with whom 
I had more specially to do under the supervision of Miss Wilberforce; the
farmer was a jolly fine man, not yet forty I should say, and had such a way
of talking to or looking at the girls, that anyone could not be slow to
see, that he had a considerable amount of human nature about him.

I ' slept in the nursery with the children, Mr.

Royston and the housekeeper occupying two rooms on the same floor, whilst
three maidservants slept in an attic above, where there was also a couple
of small rooms, only used

during the holidays for the accommodation of Master Charlie and his two
elder sisters.

Amongst my other duties I had to wait at table, and it did not take me
long to 6nd out that a very tender tie of some sort existed between the
farmer and his housekeeper, for he always called her "my dear," and treated
her with every possible mark of deference, and in fact she ruled him, as
well as everything else in the house.

Before I had been a week in the house I came upon them accidently one day
in the garden, they were quite unaware of being observed, he was kissing
her tenderly, and I heard him say,

"Then, dear Mabel, you promise to make me happy to-night?" her face was
averted and looking down, but I could hear a soft "yes" in reply.

Not doubting but a real love scene would be enacted between them that
night, I slipt away, resolving in my mind how it might be possible to be a
spectatress of their transports, as I had of the amours of Mr. Watson and
the matron of the workhouse.

Running up to the nursery I examined every part to see if there was any
prospect of getting a sight into Miss Mabel's room, which was next to it,
in one corner there was a clothes closet, which gave me a presentiment of
some sort of access to the next apartment, and imagine my pleasure when I
found that the back of it was evidently a door of communication with the
key to the other side, so I ran round into her room and discovered a
similar closet, not locked, so that I could enter and unlock the door,
which I found opened easily and noiselessly for my purpose. As there was no
handle on my side I took the key, so as to be able to open it when I
pleased.

Her bed was in a small alcove, opposite to this closet, and the outer door
of the closet I found had a small round hole, where a knot had fallen out
of the wood, forming a splendid peephole for observation on everything that
might be done by her or her lover.

Night came, and I was on the tip-toe of expectation. Retiring to rest with
the children, I kept awake till I heard Miss Wilberforce enter her room,
then getting out of bed put on my stockings and crept to the place of
observation.

She had loosened her hair, which fell in long wavy golden masses all over
her shoulders, as she sat in a low chair looking at a small book.

She had a lovely pale Grecian type of face, which Hushed with evident
blushes every now and then, as she turned over the pages.

Presently I saw it drop from her hands, as she nervously raised her
clothes, and seemed to me to be titillating her most private charms, as I
heard her say with a sigh, "What a time he is coming. Why did he give me
such a book?"

Just then I observed Mr. Royston quietly enter the room behind her, so
that he was almost touching her back before she was aware of it.

He had nothing but his shirt on.

"Mabel, love, I'm in such a state, and you, darling, are not even
undressed yet!" he said in a low voice.

She turned with a start.

"Oh, Mr. Royston, how you startle me. Oh, for shame, sir, to expose
yourself so!" as he raised his shirt, and let her see his Cupid's battering
ram in a glorious state of erection. It was a tremendous affair, quite ten
inches long, as thick as my wrist, and tipped with a fierylooking purple
head, which I can only describe as being mushroom shaped, in fact I have
never seen such an engine of love ever since, it was perfectly unique in
its style as far as my varied experience goes.

"What a monster, and can such an awful looking thing as that give me
pleasure, and can I make you happy by submitting to its ravages in my
tenderest parts? Mr. Royston, you know I told you that I had been seduced
by my cousin two years ago, who failed in his promise to marry me, after I
was so foolish as to surrender my virtue. His was only an ordinary sized
shaft of love, and gave me intense pleasure, the recol80 THE PEARL lections
of which only made me too easily listen to your tender proposals, and,
besides, I admit that your book has had a most demoralising effect on me,
in fact I was quite ardently longing for you to come and ease the warmth of
a certain little spot, but it's all gone now, the sight of such a 
tremendous thing quite frightens away all thoughts of love!"

"Nonsense, Mabel darling," he replied, falling on his knees in front of
her, and taking her hand in his, printing hot impassioned kisses for a
moment or two, then went on, "Why so afraid, you know the joys of love, my
size will only enable me to give you greater pleasure, the fuller your
little purse is gorged by my big shaft the greater extasy for my love, no
girl was ever mortally or even seriously wounded in that dear spot, which
even now I know must be palpitating and fluttering with unsatisfied
expectations of bliss. Besides, my love, you shall find me so gentle and
careful not to hurt you in any way, we will use a little cold cream to
facilitate affairs, and after one insertion all will be joy and love
unspeakable. Come, darling, let me assist to undress my pet!"

She was helpless in his hands, I could see she feared her fate, and yet
was drawn towards it by some irristable fascination.

Presently he had her as naked as the day she was born. Then throwing off
his own shirt, he took her in his brawny arms and carried her to the bed.

What a contrast between them; his almost Herculean frame, the muscles of
his legs and arms, and back standing out in fine relief, a veritable study
for a sculptor. He was a dark handsome man, close shaved, with fine black
bushy whiskers, his bosom ornamented in the centre and round the paps with
quite a profusion of hair so strongly indicative of manly vigour, whilst
his mushroom-headed stag projected from a perfect profusion of black curls
at the bottom of his belly. His inamorata, a pretty blonde with golden
hair, blue eyes, with a rather light graceful figure, just plump enough to
make a pretty tournure, small round firm bosoms, with delicious little
strawberry nipples, which looked so impudently inviting as almost to
distract the attention from the charms of her Mons Veneris, covered as it
was with soft downy light hair, which hardly shaded an almost imperceptible
crack, just visible at the bottom of her belly.

She still had on her slippers, silk stockings, and pretty garters, which
added greatly to her generally ravishing appearance. I hate naked feet,
they are so much prettier when properly dressed, and I fancy the majority
of my readers are of the same opinion.

Instead of placing her on the middle of the bed, he let her down on the
edge, so that if she had sat up her feet would just have touched the floor,
then inclining her body backwards he gently opened that pretty pair of legs
till I could plainly see the cherry lips of a lovely tight looking love
grot, which he speedily began to kiss, as if he would eat it.

How she squirmed and twisted under that lascivious tongueing, till I could
hear her sigh out? "You darling, what heavenly pleasure you give me. Oh 
oh  oh!! I can't help it, you make me come, you dear man. Now try your
affair, love, and be gentle, I do want you so, you've made me feel so, so
naughty, you dear fellow!"

He was up from his knees in a moment, and taking some pomatum from a pot
on the toilet table, lubricated that mushroom-headed affair, till it
glistened in the candle-light, then quickly presenting it to the dear spot
he had been so amorously kissing a moment or two before, and opening those
luscious looking lips as well as he could with his fingers, I was
tremendously astonished to see him soon get it all into her, although
certainly to judge by the expression of her face it was not quite a
painless operation.

She threw her legs over his buttocks and clasped him amorously with her
arms, as he laid over her body and joined his lips to hers in long sucking
kisses, making (as I now imagine)

that tremendous affair of his throb inside of her tight-fitting sheath,
till she was almost beside herself with lust, and heaved up her bottom as a
challenge to him to start on his ride.

His first thrust made her scream with pain, and beg him to be more gentle,
but after going at quarter speed for a few strokes, he gradually put on the
steam, till both seemed perfectly furious, as he thrust and she heaved up
to meet every plunge of that awful weapon, just as if it was nothing out of
the common. I could hear the concussion at every stroke as his piston rod
was sheathed to the hilt, and the bag of treasures below banged against her
beautiful rump. Their kisses and sighs, or exclamations of delight mingled
with the other sounds, and the creaking of the bed, all put together so
moved the blood in my veins that lifting my night-dress, my hands were soon
busy rubbing the electrical spot till we all seemed to melt away in an
extasy of bliss at the same moment.

It was too much for me, I fairly fainted, and falling down in the closet,
aroused them from their delicious after lethargy. Mr. Royston must have run
away, but Miss Wilberforce dragged me from the closet, and when I came to a
little I found myself lying on her bed, she had assumed her chemise de
nuit, and was holding a smelling bottle to my nose.

You may be sure I was awfully frightened, but she soon reassured me by
promise of forgiveness, so that I told her all.

I shall never forget that woman, her blood was on fire; she told me I had
spoilt her amusement for the rest of the night, and must make up for it by
playing with her.

This was perfectly in accordance with my own excited feelings, and I threw
myself into her arms at once, how she kissed me all over, then stretching
her body over me, with her head towards my feet, buried her face between my
thighs, and sucked me so deliciously, that I could not help doing the same
to her, making her fairly emit her love juice into my mouth over and over
again, whilst she for her part sucked every atom of honey that was to be
extracted from my little virgin flower.

What a night that was, but at last tired out by the excess of our
lubricity, we sank into a refreshing sleep, and only awoke long after
daylight, by the children in the nursery calling out for Phoebe.

"Run back and make some excuse, my dear," exclaimed Miss Wilberforce,
almost pushing me off the bed, "but mind not a word to any one, and Mr.
Royston shall come here this evening to hear your explanation, but don't be
frightened, I won't let him hurt you."

In the course of the day Miss Mabel whispered to me that Mr. Royston had
determined to give me a whipping for my spying, but it should not be too
severe? and that she was going to give the other servants and children
something to make them sleep well, in case of any noise.

What a trepidation the announcement put me into, the very idea of being
punished by a great strong man like the farmer seemed awful. He must have a
heavy hand I thought.

I dreaded the night, which seemed to come only too soon, I couldn't look
at Mr. Royston, or meet his eye in any way, and was conscious of being
continually on the blush as I waited at table.

Miss Wilberforce ordered me to come to her room in my nightdress, as soon
as the children were fast asleep.

I was put into her bed, whilst she, having undressed, sat down in a
dressing gown to read the little book I had seen the night before.

Presently coming to the bed, she sat down on the side, and said, "Look
here, Phoebe dear, that is what you will have to bear."

I turned my eyes to the book, and saw a picture of a naked man whipping a
little girl with a birch rod, the culprit seemed to be crying out with
tears in her eyes, whilst a lady also naked was kneeling down and
caressing, the stiffened engine of bliss which stuck out in front of the
gentleman.

"Do you know, Phoebe," she went on, "that birching is a great inducement
to the pleasures of love, and excites both ladies and gentlemen so much
that it is often indulged in, not for the purposes of punishment, but to
increase their enjoyment, so you need not fear it is so very dreadful; see,
here are several more plates showing how the act of love is done, you are
too young for that yet, but shall see us do it, and mind, you make yourself
useful, Mr. Royston wants you to handle that great thing of his, and after
playing with it a little you must insist upon helping him to put it into
me, and tickle him behind whilst he is having his fun."

"Have you got little Phoebe here?" asked Mr. R- entering the room in his
shirt at the moment.

"Here she is, dear, in my bed," replied Miss Mabel, "but don't be too
severe with her."

"You little minx!" he said, approaching the bed, "I've got a bumttckler
for you, at least I told Miss Wilberforce to make one; I'll teach you to
peep at me again!"

"Oh, pray sir, oh  I don't know what made me do it," I said, frightened,
and beginning to sob.

"Out you come, Phoebe! It's no use snivelling before you're touched. Miss
Mabel shall whip you well, till you promise never to peep again," he said
sharply.

Afraid of the consequences, I tremblingly obeyed, and stood with tearful
eyes before Miss Wilberforce. "Oh, do sir, forgive me this once,"

I sobbed.

"No, no, no, you've seen too much, we must make sure of her silence.
Mabel, dear, make her kneel down in front of me, as I sit in the easy
chair, then I can hold her head and shoulders, whilst you can tackle her
bum properly for her," he said, then seating himself I had to kneel in
front of him as if saying my prayers, whilst he pulled up my night-dress
over my head, and pressed me down right over his organ of love, which I
could feel sticking up under his shirt, and throbbing against my face.

They didn't give me much time to think about my position. Swish went the
rod, and I felt a sharp stinging cut right round my naked posteriors.
Another and another followed in rapid succession. Swish  swish  swish,
etc., and if I had not stuffed my night-dress into my mouth, I should have
howled with pain, the cuts were so sharp.

"That's right, Mabel, make her feel it till her bottom is well scored with
red marks and weals, it's beautiful to see it flush under every cut!"
exclaimed Mr., Royston, "touch her upon the tenderest parts, make the ends
of the rod tickle the inside of her thighs, don't even let her tittle crack
escape free."

He held my head down so tightly, but whether it was my writhing about
under the sharp pain, or his own doing I don't know, somehow that great
thing of his got uncovered, and was rubbing its nose right in my face.

Remembering Miss Mabel's injunctions, I thought the best plan to avert
further punishment would be to fondle it at once, so one hand clasped its
immense thickness, whilst my lips caressed the great ruby head; almost in
an instant I felt a strong convulsive throb, and if I had not closed my
lips at the moment he would have choked me with a tremendous emission,
which as it was spurted all over my cheeks and neck.

His hands pressed my face down more and more at the moment, but presently
relaxed, and then with a long drawn sigh he leant back exhausted in the
chair.

"Look now, you rude girl, what have you done to Mr. Royston? Take that 
and that  and that  will you ever peep or be so rude again?"

The housekeeper almost screamed as she finished me off with three
tremendous cuts, which I afterward found had fairly brought the blood,
still at the moment I did not feel them so much as I had at 6rst, a warm
glow pervaded my veins, and I felt on fire for something inexpressible. The
pain and pleasure so intermixed as to excite all the lechery of my youthful
nature.

Mr. Royston presently took me on his knee and kissed me for the pleasure
he told me I had given him, then asked me a lot of questions about what I
had seen on the previous night.

"Why I saw you shove this great thing of yours right into Miss
Wilberforce," I replied,

"and it didn't seem to hurt her a bit, and then you both heaved and pushed
at one another till you suddenly got tired and almost rolled off her, was
it that you spurted something into her, like you did in my face just now,
sir?"

I was fondling it with my hands, whilst he repaid me with lots of kisses,
as his Angers were playing with and tickling my little slit, so that I
could hardly sit on his knee.

Miss Wilberforce had thrown off all her clothes, and was now tossing about
naked on the bed.

"Phoebe dear, don't play with that stupid man any longer," she at length
burst out. "He must know that great thing of his can't have a little girl,
bring him here at once to me, darling, or he will again shoot his love
juice, and waste what I ought to have."

He had just thrust his tongue in my mouth, but I wrenched my face away,
and springing from his lips drew him to the bed by his Cupid's battering
ram, then as he got over his longing lady love I slapped his bottom as hard
as I could with one hand, whilst the other directed Mr. John Thomas into
the haven of bliss, and continued to tickle his hirsute appendages as they
dangled against her beautiful buttocks at every plunge.

He seemed rather lazy over the business, but she, to judge by the way she
clasped her arms round his neck, threw her legs over his loins, and heaved
up to meet every shove of his great engine, (which I could see was
glistening with the nectar of love, she could not retain directly he was
into her), was in a perfect rage of lustful desire.

"Get the rod, Phoebe," she exclaimed, "and pay him out for whipping you,
he is not half brisk enough for me, and will be all night coming if you
don't make his bum smart, my dear!"

Too pleased not to do it, I snatched up the rod, and did my duty so well
that his posteriors were soon wealed and scored, till they began to look
quite raw, and he fairly bounded under my strokes.

At last they came together with cries of delight, such as "you love, you
dear, oh shove it into me  give me all  every inch. Ah  oh, oh, oh! I
shall die! etc," from Miss Mabel, whilst Mr. Royston audibly groaned out,
"Oh, heavens! My God! What a delightful spend!" and then both of them
seemed perfectly exhausted for a few minutes as they lay listlessly in each
others arms, with their eyes shut, and their limbs loosely but lightly
intertwined.

After this I stayed with them rather over a year, and during that time
assisted at many of their little parties of pleasure.

At length Mr. Royston, who was really very fond of me, thought I ought to
learn a business, so they brought me to town, and apprenticed me to Madame
Coulisse, a fashionable milliner, who occupied the whole of the upper part
of a large house in New Bond Street.

She had six young ladies as assistants, besides myself and three others as
apprentices or improvers, as well as Miss Wallis, the cutter out and
sub-manageress under herself.

Our hours were tolerably easy, in fact much more so than I had expected,
after all the tales I had heard about overwork, etc. We were only kept to
business from nine a.m. to six p.m. daily, in fact there never seemed a
great abundance of work about, a few ladies certainly came every day upon
business, but Madame evidently did not give great satisfaction, as I heard
them complain of the work, and customers very seldom seemed to favour her
with a second order.

The apprentices were sent to bed about eight o'clock, and we often heard
loud laughing as if gentlemen were in the house, and a great deal of
running up and down stairs.

Madame seemed very fond of me, and I was treated with great kindness, in
fact she soon had me to act as a lady's maid to herself, and being often
alone with her she got from me the complete tale of my previous life.

"Ma foi," she exclaimed, when I had told her all, for she regularly wormed
it all from me,

"but you are von leetle cocotte, I will soon make you grand lady. Phoebe
is too common a name for my house, I will call you Vanessa, from Milord
Byron  good name make fortune."

Then she explained to me that her millinery business was all a sham to
keep the house respectable, and that every evening gentlemen came to see
the young ladies. "You have gentlemans, and I give you Ane clothes, and no
nothing to do."

So the bargain was concluded as it were without my even saying a word.

CHAPTER II
Sale of my Virginity to a Gentleman, who takes me away from the the House
in New Bond Street.
It took a day or two for Madame Coulisse to rig me out with all new
clothes. She actually sent me to another milliner to have my things made in
the best possible fashion, then one Sunday afternoon she took me and two of
her young ladies for a drive in Hyde Park, during which I noticed several
gentlemen stop and speak to her in a lew tone, as they looked at me rather
significantly. This was her market.

I was sold to advantage before we drove back to the house.

The same evening, about ten o'clock. MadLune sent for me to her boudoir,
she had previously told me to make myself look my very best, as she
expected to be able to introduce me to a very nice gentleman during the
evening (of course keeping to herself the fact of having sold my maidenhead
for a couple of hundred pounds).

On entering I saw a fine aristocratic-looking man seated by her side on a
sofa.

"Allow me, Milord, to introduce Mdlle. Vanessa. Have you ever seen a
prettier little thing, she is barely thirteen, and I warrant her genuine."
Then turning to me, "This gentleman, Vanessa, wishes to honour you with his
love, be as good a girl as you promised, my dear, and you will have nothing
but happiness to look forward to in my house," saying which she vanished
from the room, and left me vis-a-vis with his lordship, who rose, kissed my
lips, and drew me to his side on the sofa.

"So my little dear you are willing to make love with me, look, if I am
pleased I shall give you these sovereigns," showing me a handful of gold.
"When I make love I don't like crying and sulks, it takes it all out of
me."

I blushed awfully, but when he kissed me again I gave him a little one in
return, as I clung round his neck, and promised to try and please him if he
would not hurt me much.

"Ah, then you know a little, my dear?"

"Yes, madame has told me it hurts first, and gives great delight
afterwards  II want to be a woman, sir!"

"And so you shall, let us undress, and try what yonder spring bed will do
for us, by Jove! I'll take you and keep you if you please me, Vanessa, I
want a girl no one has ever had."

We were both soon reduced to a state of complete nudity, except stockings
and garters, then lifting me on the bed he jumped up beside me, and began
to examine all my charms, first my firm round little bubbies, then my mount
just sprouting as it was with a light silky growth of hair, but the spot
below was too attractive for him to linger long before he put his 6nger 
there.

It made me wince, the passage was too narrow and tender.

"You love!" he exclaimed, Ms eyes almost darting 6re as he spoke, whilst I
actually saw his manly affair quite suddenly lift its head, which had up to
this been only partially erected.

"You love! you're a real virgin, are you not?

How I shall love you, Vanessa! Now? be good, and bear a little pain for
the sake of the pleasure to come, then I will pay the old bitch her money,
and take you away. I won't leave such a jewel in her care for a moment, she
would sell you again before to-morrow night. No, darling, you must belong
to me alone!"

Then raising my buttocks, he put a pillow under my bottom, and getting
between my legs, his fingers gently opened the lips of my pussey, and
pointing the head of his moderate-sized

dart of love to the entrance, he pushed as far as it would go, then
feeling the obstruction of my hymen, he paused for a moment, then thrust so
suddenly and fiercely that I fainted from the excessive pain, but he
effected his purpose at once, so that my defloweration was complete, and he
was buried to the roots of his hair when I came to myself in a minute or
two.

Presently he began to move, thrusting slowly in and out, with a poking
kind of motion, then I felt his warm juice spurt right up into my vitals as
it were, and so oil the wounded passage that I soon began to feel some
pleasureable sensations, which increased as he went on again till I began
to meet him with all the ardour of my warm temperament, now fairly aroused
for the first time to the true joys of womanhood.

How we struggled, lovingly and yet almost furiously, to get more love from
each other.

My champion was a good man, and his size just suited me, we swam in
delight three times before he was compelled to cry a go.

Then embracing me most tenderly, he sponged my lacerated parts till he had
cooled them, and removed all trace of the havoc he had committed. I really
loved him for his tender kindness, and when he made me dress and took me in
his carriage, in spite of all Madame's protestations that she would not
have me taken away, I threw my arms round his neck and sobbed with tears of
gratitude.

We went to a fine hotel, and the next day saw me installed as his mistress
in a pretty suite of chambers at the West End, near Belgrave Square.

I do not want to mention his name, but shall simply call him My Lord, he
was so kind to me, and I believe from the first almost loved me to
distraction, he got French, English, and musical governesses for me, and
took the greatest possible pleasure in seeing me do the honours of his
table when a friend or friends visited at our chambers, but it was not to
last long, only two brief happy, happy years, and then all was blown to the
winds, at least of that real and pure happiness which I enjoyed with him.

He had a bosom friend, a Mr. Gower, in fact a regular chum, who spent
hours with him every day, they were partners in every sport, on turf and in
everything. He was a much younger and handsomer man than his lordship, and
being so often in his company, sometimes he would call and catch me alone,
and wait for my protector.

My God! what an oily tongue that serpent had!

How he flattered me and led me on till I really loved him as much as his
friend, it was rank adultery. I felt I must have him, and that he would
soon ask me to be unfaithful to my pro98 THE PEARL tector, to whom I owed
my happiness, my all; still I knew I should yield, I had a fancy and
couldn't help myself.

At last the fatal promise was given, but we had to wait for an opportunity
for the feast of love we were to taste on the sly.

Our's were the only inhabited chambers in the house at night, and his
lordship seldom left me to sleep alone.

At last the chance came, my protector had a great match on at Newmarket,
but Mr. Gower was too ill to go with him. As soon as he had started I gave
my servant a holiday for the night, and about eight o'clock in the evening
my paramour came. I was careful to put up the chain to the street door, his
lordship had a latch key, and my guilty conscience told me there was just a
chance of his return, although extremely improbable.

How lovingly we walked up the stairs together, after a long luscious kiss
behind the street door. I had prepared a nice little cold collation with
plenty of champagne, for I must admit having always had a great partiality
for the sparkling fizz.

How he bore me to the sofa in a perfect transport of impatience, raised my
clothes, and kneeling down, printed hot burning kisses on the sensitive 
spot itself, till I fairly begged he would give me a better proof of his
manhood.

Our first conjunction was far too impassioned to last long, we came
together at once in a Hood of bliss, but he kept his place, and soon almost
drove me out of my mind by the thrilling effect of his thrusts, he was a
little bigger made than his lordship, and Riled me up so tightly that it
seemed most exquisite. However, this second turn came to the usual
delicious ending, then we sat down to supper, and I must confess he was
allowed to pledge me so frequently in bumpers of champagne, that I got
quite lecherous, threw off my clothes, made him undress, and then persisted
in sitting on his lap with his fine John Thomas buried to the hilt in my
crack, and throbbing inside in response to the delicious love grips my
tight sheath kept indulging him with.

At last we went to bed, and then commenced a regular battle of love, my
champion was quite my equal in lust; how we joined and grappled in our love
struggles, each one unable to subdue the raging fires of the other, or even
a little quench the constantly increasing flame of desire.

"Hark! I hear a key in the street door," I whispered in alarm, "it must be
My Lord returned, what shall we do?"

The craven-hearted coward was frightened in a moment, and would have been
caught where he was but I had the presence of mind to shove him into a
closet on the landing, and throw his clothes after him. The bell was
ringing furiously, and the knocker made a fearful din. So kicking all the
debris of the supper under the table, and only leaving my own plate and
glass, I at last put on a wrapper and let him in.

"What a time you were, Vanessa, there's been an accident on the line, so I
returned to town, and shall go in the morning again."

"Yes, love, I couldn't help it, I was fast asleep, the fact is I've drunk
a whole bottle of fizz to myself, dearie," I replied with a feigned yawn.

"Zounds, girl! what a state the bed is in!" he exclaimed, noticing it for
the first time. "Who have you had here?"

"No one, love, pray don't look so cross, I have been tossing about for
hours thinking of you, and only a little while ago fell off to sleep and
had a frightful night-mare, dreaming we had been captured by brigands, they
tied you to a tree, and were just drawing lots who was to have your little
girl, when your knocking and ringing put an end to it; wouldn't it have
been awful to have been really true?"

"Then I suppose, Vanessa, that I'm the brigand to have you, now I've got
in?" he said, his face relaxing into a smile, and beginning to throw off
his clothes. "I wanted you awfully a little while ago, when our train was
blocked on the line and that is the cause of my coming back for a bit of
love."

"Then love, come to bed quickly, I do want you so, you will divert my
thoughts, and cool my hot blood," I said, hoping to distract his attention,
and prevent notice being taken of the debris under the table, and more
especially as I fancied I heard my gallant sneaking downstairs at the
moment.

Throwing off his clothes, he carried me to the bed with an impetuosity
quite unusual to him, as he laid me upon my back and got between my readily
opening legs, my hand guided his impatient courser to the love mark, which,
notwithstanding all its previous battering and the right I had had, was
again in a tremor of longing expectation, my blood had been so fired by the
champagne that my lubricity was perfectly unquenchable, I felt as if I
could have engaged a dozen lusty men, one after the other, at that moment.

The insertion of a second priapus in my excited affair seemed such a bon
bouche and unexpected pleasure, as it glided slowly up the well-lubricated
sheath, and if he had not been especially amorous he must have noticed that
I was not nearly so tight as usual on a first penetration. My arms clasped
him closely to my body, our lips met in hot burning kisses, I sucked his
tongue into my mouth in the most lascivious manner, my legs crossing over
his buttocks with all the abandon of a perfect bacchante.

Almost in an instant, before he had given more than three vigorous
thrusts, I felt the warm rush of his seed up into my very vitals, which had
such a thrilling effect on me that my own emission instantly Rowed in
response to his, the floodgates of love mingled their flow in the most
extatic manner.

Without for a moment relaxing in stiffness, his weapon kept its place in
my hot throbbing sheath, and soon commenced another course (it must have
been the heat of my vagina, which infused, or rather, kept such strength in
him, for it was quite unusual), his swollen and eager courser plunged
forward in the most vigorous manner, and so worked up all the lubricity of
my! nature, that quite forgetting everything else, I fancied it was my
paramour still in my arms, and just at the moment of coming, I murmured
"Oh, Henry! Oh, Gower, I shall die, you kill me with love you darling."

He sprang from my embrace as if a serpent had stung him, exclaiming, "Vile
wretch, that's it, is it, he must have been here when I came?

Ha! what's this, his watch, by God!" as he caught a glimpse of the chain
peeping from under the pillow, and thrusting his hand under brought out the
damning evidence of our guilt.

"Revenge is sweet, however," he went on, grinding his teeth and white with
rage, "I'll kill you first and him afterwards."

Paralyzed with fear, and seeing him take up a small stiletto belonging to
myself, from the toilet table, I threw myself on my knees, all naked as I
was, and clasped my hands round his waist, imploring and shrieking for
mercy! mercy!! mercy!!! mercy!!! afraid to look up and meet his relentless
look. My face was buried in the dark hair at the bottom of his belly, with
his stiff pego brushing against my cheek in undiminished size, as if also
as indignant as its owner.

"Too late, Vanessa, you should have thought of that before, nothing but
blood can wipe out such injuries!" he hissed rather than spoke, at the same
time I felt one arm grasped by his powerful hand, wrenching me away from
his body, and a perfect rain of stabs pierced neck, bosom, and arms.
Shrieking I bit his arm in my struggle for life, and as he let go slipped
under the bed for protection from him, where, covered with blood, I sobbed
and begged to be spared, promising never even to mention it or prosecute
him, if he would but fetch a doctor to save me from bleeding to death.

Strange to say, he now relented, and ran for a surgeon. "Save her life,
save me from being her murderer, and keep our secret, here's?500 and a 1000
more if you cure her!" he said nervously, as he brought Dr. Smithson to the
side of my bed, where I was weltering in my blood.

As for myself I had crawled upon the bed, and wrapped the sheets as
tightly as possible round my wounds, instinctively feeling they were not
mortal, unless the How of blood should be too great.

"My lord, you may rely upon my honour as a gentleman, unless the case
proves fatal," was the reply. "I will do my best You had better not have a
nurse, I will attend to the case myself, and get some one to mind my
patients meanwhile; I do not think it will be more than a fortnight before
she is convalescent, and if I act as nurse the secret will be safe," said
the doctor when he had dressed my wounds.

There is no occasion to go into the details of my recovery, his lordship
never saw me again, and in about a month's time the doctor handed me a
cheque for?2000, saying he thought I should now be able to shift for
myself.

CHAPTER III
Travels and Adventures. In Search of Renewed Health. Return to London, and
Take a House.
By Dr. Smithson's advice I determined to go to Naples for a few months, so
in a few days I found a ladylike person, about thirty-five, who undertook
to be my chaperone for a salary of?10 per month, and all expenses paid.

Mademoiselle Zara de Foutre seemed to me a highly accomplished and
desirable companion, speaking French, German, and Italian fluently, so
having invested the sum of 1500 in Consols, and provided myself with
necessary letters of credit, we sailed from London in the steamer Garonne,
for the capital of what used to be called the Two Sicilies.

I hardly got over my sea-sickness before we came in sight of Gibraltar,
but the short stay for the necessary operation of coaling only admitted of
a very short stay on shore. However, I now began to feel much stronger, and
under the influence of sunny skies and delightful sea breezes, I began to
feel the necessity of a voluptuous adventure such as would accord with the
natural warmth of my constitution, and satisfy the craving of my sensual
appetites.

We had a lot of handsome young fellows on board, on their way to India,
many of whom in the course of their harmless flirtations caused the flame
of desire to thrill through my veins, but however pleasant these utterings
of emotion might be, there was no chance of being able to enjoy anything
more, as they were all two or four in a little cabin, and we also had two
young ladies in the same compartment with myself and chaperone.

Captain Beard, the commander of the vessel, was a regular lady's man, and
had been so very kind in his enquiries about me, during the first few
distressing days of the voyage, and I now noticed he eyed my every
movement, and as I knew he had a spacious cabin all to himself, as well as
being a handsome middle aged man, exactly the sort of fellow who can please
a thoroughly lecherous girl, as I only too well knew myself to be (a man of
the world not too much used up, is far better than any youthful lover, the
latter is too impetuous to satisfy, whilst the former draws out his
pleasure to such lengths, and knows so many delightful devices for raising
desire and increasing excitement, that they make the women love them in
spite of themselves).

I gave him every possible encouragement, and if eyes can speak, plainly 
told him what I wanted.

When not on duty he continually attached himself to me, played draughts
with me, or brought out books for me to read, amongst others, "Moths by
Ouida."

The evening after leaving Gibraltar I was reading on deck, till just as it
was getting dusk I found him by my side.

"Well, Miss De Vere, (that was the name I had assumed), what is your
opinion of Ouida as an authoress?"

"Ah, Captain Beard, you must be a naughty man to give me such a book to
read, there is very little left to tell, and that can be imagined!" I
replied.

"I'm sure it's a highly proper book."

"Then, sir, I'm sure you have worse in your cabin library, how I should
like to have a rummage there when it is your watch on deck," I said
laughingly.

"Hem! so that's your opinion, is it, Miss De Vere; well, I will tell you
in confidence that I have a really naughty book, called "Fanny Hill," which
an old maiden lady, I once had for a

passenger, left behind in her cabin, and the stewardess brought it to me;
of course, I told Mrs. Robins that I should burn it, but it was too good to
be destroyed."

"For shame, sir! Mind no one hears you telling me, but you really have
excited my curiosity captain, and you know nothing is scandalous unless
found out," I said, archly. "Now, couldn't you lend me that book to read?
Sub Rosa, of course!"

"Why!" he ejaculated, with a laugh, "I can lend you 'Sub Rosa' itself, it
is a magazine, but only the first three numbers have come out yet, there is
a hitch of some sort about the publication, you know that sort of thing
often gets seized by he police in England, it is rather free and funny, but
nothing compared to 'The Pearl'."

" 'The Pearl,' what's that, a book?"

"Yes, the most extraordinary magazine ever brought out in parts, I have it
complete for the eighteen months it came out, plates and all, but it's too
bad for a young lady to look at."

"What a naughty man you are to mention things, and say I mustn't see them,
but I must sir! I'm not afraid, and can take care of myself, still,
captain, dear, I might perhaps go as far as a kiss, if you promise to
behave yourself; now will you let me see them?"

"Yes, dear Miss De Vere, if you can guess that riddle, you can read it by
the binnacle lamp, but I know you won't be able to answer it."

He gave me a slip of paper, which I took to the light, and read as
follows:

Letitia has a large one, and so has cousin Luce, Eliza has a small one,
though large enough for use;

A child may have a little one enclosed within a clout;

In fact, all females have one, no girl is born without;

But men, nor boys, nor bucks, nor bear, nor ram, was ever known;

To have one either large or small, to rightly call his own;

All fowls have one  not cocks, of course; and though prolific breeders,
The fact that fish have none is known to piscatorial readers.

Hermaphrodites have none, mermaids are minus too, Nell Gwynne possessed a
double share, we read, if books are true.

Lasciviousness there has its source, harlots their use apply, Without it
lust had never been, and even love would die.

'Tis used by all in nuptial bliss, in carnal pleasure found, Destroy it
life becomes extinct, the world has but a sound.

Beneath a soft and glossy curl, each lass has one in front, To find it on
an animal, you at the stem must hunt.

Now tell me what the object is? but pause before you guess it, If you are
mother, maid, or man, I swear you don't possess it!

"You impudent man, to give me such a thing as that to guess at, of course
it's too bad to mention!" I said, running back to where he sat.

"Ha! ha! he laughed." It is quite harmless, and as innocent as possible,
of course everybody thinks its something dirty, but can't you see it's only
the letter L-?"

"But you won't deprive me of the sight of your curiosities of literature,
because I couldn't guess that seemingly rude riddle?"

"You are such a dear young lady, I haven't the heart to refuse, but you
know it's awfully imprudent, even with an old fellow like me, who has to
set a good example to all the passengers and crew, why if they once thought
me even the slightest bit immoral I should have to give up the ship, it
would not be thought safe for single ladies or young wives, without their
husbands to go in my vessel. Luckily, we have no gamblers on board, (they
often sit up all night, and spoil every chance of even an innocent lark),
after eleven o'clock there won't be a soul stirring, you can then slip into
my cabin, and look at the books and pictures I will leave on the table, my
watch isn't up till twelve, then I can join you and explain anything you
might like to know. Dear Miss De Vere, you have made my heart all of a
flutter, only to think of the kiss you promise, I must leave you till then,
or they may say I'm having a flirtation with you, au revoir!"

On plea of a headache I kept on deck, and did not retire at the same time
as Mdlle. Zara and the other two young ladies who occupied our cabin, and
as soon as I found all clear, slipped into the captain's room, which was a
most comfortably furnished place, roomy, with a good sized table under a
brilliant swinging lamp at one side, whilst at the other was his berth with
the curtains closely drawn. Several small books, with very unpretending
covers, lay upon the table, and at once attracted my attention, so I sat
down for a good look over them. The first I took up had a curious
frontispiece of a gentleman holding his cocked hat partly in front of a
laughing face, whilst his open breeches exposed the delight of life in all
its rampant glory; an extraordinary thrill passed through my whole frame as
I caught sight of it, and caused me to exclaim to myself almost sotto voce,
"How I should like to see the real thing at this moment!"

"You have your wish, darling!" some one said in reply, which gave me quite
a start, as I thought it must be one of the young officers or a passenger,
but to my great astonishment there was the captain getting out of his
berth, and nothing but his shirt to cover his nakedness.

"What a fairy you must be, Miss De Vere, you wished, and, Presto! here it
is, all alive and real!" as he raised his shirt to expose a fine looking
ladies' toy to my astonished gaze.

"Pray, sir, for heaven's sake! cover up that awfully dreadful looking
thing!" I said in a loud whisper.

"It's only that to an old maid, not to a delightfully voluptuous minded 
pretty girl as I guess you to be. Darling, you can't look me in the face
and say truthfully that you are a stranger to the delights of sexual
intercourse?"

"No, captain, I don't wish to pretend to such squeamish morality,
according to my code of morals; love is very nice, and a proper thing to
indulge in between discreet people, and is only immoral and scandalous when
found out. I would never have encouraged you, as I know I have, had I not
believed you to be a very prudent man with a reputation to preserve."

"Your remarks show more wisdom than I should have expected in one so
young; besides, do you not find that we middle aged men of the world know
better how to please the ladies, and prolong the pleasure than young men or
youths who are so impetuous that everything is over almost before you begin
to realise its pleasures. This is 'Fanny Hill,' the celebrated book that
everybody has heard of, but so few seen, because it is so difficult to
purchase, as shopkeepers who risk selling such books are liable to two
years imprisonment," he said, taking a book from the table and drawing me
on his lap on the couch, at the end of the cabin, where I sat on his knee
as he turned over the leaves, and pointed out all the variety of enjoyment
depicted in the numerous and luscious plates.

My whole frame quivered with emotion, and I could feel his frightfully
stiff affair throbbing under my bottom as I sat on his lap, and hardly
resisted his busy hands, as they were rapidly unfastening every part of my
dress.

My head dropped on his shoulder as I whispered faintly, "Oh, do let me go,
it is too bad to have let me see such things!" Yet I never made any effort
to get away from him; he glued his lips to mine, and tipped the velvet so
delightfully that my tongue involuntarily responded to the loving
challenge, and at the same moment a blissful shudder, which ran through my
body, must have let him know that the critical moment had arrived in spite
of myself.

"My God, darling, I have made you come!" he said, laying me gently back on
the sofa, "I must kiss you till you come again, and suck up every drop of
the pearly nectar of love as it distils from the petals of your rosebud."

Almost quicker than I can write it he had turned up my skirts and found
the critical spot, my legs opened mechanically at the first touch of his
lascivious tongue, as I felt it at the entrance of my crack.

Good heavens! how he tickled my clitoris, as I came again and again, my
very soul seemed to melt into his mouth, under the combined titillation of
his tongue, fingers and long beard, which last, by its friction on the lips
of my slit, added considerably to my exquisite pleasure.

At last I begged he would get up and let me have him in the orthodox
fashion, but he first divested himself of his shirt, then pulled off
everything from me till I was as naked as he was, then throwing himself
upon me, his mouth sought not my lips, but the little strawberry nipples of
my small firm orbs of love. The ravenous manner in which he sucked and
almost devoured them was so exciting that I threw my legs over his
buttocks, and with my right hand took hold of his modest affair which had
been resting and palpitating on my belly, as if afraid to go near my
Venus's wrinkle.

How I burned to feel it inside me, his ardent attentions to my titties
shot such a flame of desire to the very tips of my toes that it was
impossible to delay any longer. My hand placed the head to my slit, and a
slight upward heave of my bottom sheathed it to the hilt at once, as he was
not big, and my plentiful emissions had so lubricated the passage.

Both of us seemed driven into a lustful fury by the previous long and
loving dalliance, the Rood gates were opened, and my copious emission so
delighted him that I was quite afraid his cries of extasy would be heard by
someone.

"You darling, you love! How delicious, you make me come in a moment! My
God! there it is! For heaven's sake do something to me  pinch me  put
your hand on me. Ah ah!

Ah!! I'm done for, love" as he almost fainted.

After this we had some champagne, then producing a light switch of birch,
nothing would please Mm but I must whip his bottom with it, even though I
made the skin look quite raw and scratched all over. It both amused and
excited me, and I was amply repaid for my trouble, by the increased ardour
this essence of birch seemed to instil into him.

It was nearly daylight before he allowed me to leave, and we repeated our
revels the two following nights, and when I went ashore at Malta he
insisted upon my taking all I wished for of his erotic collection of books
and pictures.

The captain is one of my best friends, and regularly stays at my house
every time he is home from a voyage.

I only had one chance of fun at Malta, and that was with a noble young
middy, about my own age, who I thought would afford me great pleasure, and
accordingly allowed him to take me for a drive, and enjoyed a very 
considerable amount of al fresco love during the excursion.

My next move was to Naples, then to Rome and Florence, and on to France
via Genoa and Turin.

At the Holy City I had an adventure with a cardinal at a masked ball, but
when we came to the point I found my old lover was actually a eunuch and
incapable of sexual intercourse, much as he desired it, in fact it seems
that these emasculated beings are madly desirous of coming at women,
although they know they must fail at the critical moment. However, my
loving toil and submission to his kisses and caresses were well repaid by
the presentation of a magniucent parure of diamonds, as I had indulged the
old lecher for several days.

Leaving Lyons by railway for Paris, I dropped in for a laughable
adventure. I had three travelling companions, a young dark Indian
gentleman, and two Frenchmen, the former who could speak English quite
engrossed me to himself, and I was much amused by the remarks of the two
natives of France, as they thought I did not understand, and evidently did
not care if my blackamoor did.

"Don't you see she's game for it, only he's in the way? What a lascivious
eye. Mon dieu! how she makes me stand, when she twists about as she laughs;
what a lovely and graceful Tournure. Fancy having such an English darling,
etc."

All alone with these three (I had sent Mdlle.

Zara on to Paris to secure apartments), of course I resolved in my mind
whom I liked best.

With returning health my thoughts were getting more practical and business
like. The black though handsome was repulsive to me, on the other hand the
two Frenchmen were handsome, vigorous looking fellows, just such as would
take a wanton woman's fancy.

My supposed ignorance of French was an advantage I resolved to make the
most of.

At every stopping place I had three obsequious cavaliers, the Frenchmen
could speak a little English, and pressed me to go with them to the Grand
Hotel at Paris, and they would pay all expenses, assuring me they were
independent gentlemen, which on arrival at the South Eastern terminus I
agreed to do, declining a similar invitation from the Indian, and wishing
him "Au revoir" just to air my little French.

At the table d'hote, and in the evening to the theatre, my new friends
were all compliments, and little double entendres in broken English, and
when I finally parted with them for the night it was with great hopes of
seducing me on their side, which I had carefully fanned all the while they
were with me.

Bolting the door carefully, as I fancied they might be bold enough to take
the liberty of intruding on my privacy, I proceeded to undress and have a
bath, which I had ordered to be prepared in the room. Once or twice I
fancied I heard a suppressed sigh or some one breathing in the room, and
thought that whoever they were, the sight would do them good, and it
tickled my fancy to think what a rampagious state the sight of my naked
figure might drive them into.

A deeper sigh than usual drew my attention to the bed, certainly there was
a person in it, and moving too. Quick as thought and naked as I was, I
rushed across the room, and pulling off the bedclothes, there lay my Indian
in the very act of emission, I had caught him with his hands upon himself,
enjoying the sight of my bathing and his masturbation at the same time.

"Dear lady, forgive me, your charms made me desperate and when you
preferred those two canaille of Frenchmen to me, an Indian prince, I
resolved to have you in spite of all. I can do anything here, as I pay for
my rooms in the hotel all the year round. Jump into bed as you are, don't
put on your envious night chemise!"

"Not with a black man, no money shall tempt me; be off, or I'll ring for
help!" I exclaimed.

"Every woman has her price, and yours shall be diamonds," he laughed.
"See, I will place this necklet around my standing Priapus, and your own
hand must remove it; and then anything else you may wish for shall be
yours."

Too good to be refused and resolved to make the most of such a Croesus, I
got into bed by his side, and taking my handkerchief wiped and kissed his
affair as I took possession of the guerdon of love, then kneeling over his
face I presented my longing gap to his lips for him to kiss, and shall
never forget how he sucked and thrust in his tongue, it was the longest I
ever knew a man to have, the warm bath had so warmed and prepared me for
pleasurable excitement, that I fell back in extasy almost in a moment after
feeling the lascivious touches of that electric tongue, this made him
furious with lust, he sprang up and threw himself upon me with all the
impetuosity of his nature. His love dart entered, it 611ed and continued to
swell up inside my vagina in such an extraordinary manner, that I had never
felt anything like it before. If his arms had not encircled me like a vice,
I could not have got away from him, he could neither push further or
withdraw. He kissed me, and thrust his tongue into my mouth, till I could
scarcely get my breath, while both our bodies trembled with emotion, and I
could feel a constantly recurring emission from him every few minutes.

How long this lasted it is impossible to say, for I fainted, and when I
came to myself should have been sure it was only some frightful nightmare,
but for the casket and diamond necklet, besides a rouleau of notes which I
found on the dressing-table.

At dejeuner I was joined by my two Frenchmen, and heard one tell the other
that the only way to get me was to make me drunk, so they invited me to
take wine in their apartments, but they little reckoned they would meet
their match, as I slyly emptied every glass under the table, and joining
them in every toast, at last had the satisfaction of seeing both of them
under the table, where I left my lovers who had got through one hundred and
fifty francs worth of wine to no purpose.

The night I spent with my Indian prince, and experienced the same
delightfully awful sensations, and again met my Frenchmen at dejeuner in
the morning. One now plainly told the other that money was my object,
observing,

"give her one thousand francs of our notes," with a sly laugh, which made
me at once suspect they were escrocs or card sharpers. After the repast one
of them escorted me to the drawing room, and finding ourselves alone, threw
himself on a sofa by my side, and coolly taking out his John Thomas in a
standing state, told me it was the yesterday's champagne had so heated him
he must have me.

"What a joke, Monsieur, but perhaps I might for the one thousand francs
your friend told you to offer me; that is, if they are genuine!" I replied
laughingly in French.

"Ma foi, and you understood all we have talked about, but look, my notes
are genuine!" as he handed me a five hundred franc note;

"Look, I have more like it as soon as I've enjoyed you," he said, holding
the case open for me to put it back with its companions; but instead of
doing so I abstracted another, which I saw in a moment was a flash one.

"Ha! that's how you would serve me, is it, you cheat; begone this instant,
or I will inform the hotel people of your character. Go quietly and I shall
only retain the genuine five hundred francs to pay my hotel bill. But for
decency's sake put away that shame-faced affair of yours; see his drooping
head, you might walk out with it proudly, but like that no woman would see 
it without disgust."

That was the end of them, they sneaked away from the hotel without
settling their bill, but my Indian Nabob paid it for them, and kept so
close to me during my stay in Paris that I didn't have a chance of another
adventure. He wanted me, as a travelling companion, but being enriched to
the extent of over?60,000 and my jewellery, I thought of returning to
London and persuaded him to take Mdlle. Zara, having first made a bargain
with that mercenary young lady to share all profits as long as he kept her,
which has brought me in quite?5,000 a year ever since.

In spite of all my good fortune my aversion to the tyranny of a husband,
and my naturally wanton nature impelled me to continue a gay life.

On the journey to London I picked up a handsome officer of the Guards,
who, when we started from Dover, secured a first class compartment to
ourselves in the mail express to Victoria, and compensated himself by a
good old-fashioned English f-k on the seat of our carriage, declaring the
French whores were damnable in comparison to a modest English girl, which I
passed myself off for. I pleased him so, and allowed him to kiss
everything, and so cast my glamoured spell around him, that ere we reached
town I had the promise of an establishment at Kenningston to be furnished
at his expense, while we stayed at the Grand Hotel. In a week it was ready,
and I took up my abode here, but my guardsman was too hot even for my
wanton constitution, there was hardly a bed, table, couch, or chair but he
would have me upon it; go where he would the f-g mania was upon him,
especially if he saw a fresh piece of furniture to have me upon.

Pianos were his especial delight, to mount my posteriors up on the keys,
and either suck or f-k me in that position, was the greatest pleasure he
could have; in fact, it was a standing joke amongst the officers of his
corps about "pianos getting out of time so soon, where Capt. Somerville had
his strum upon them."

Besides this he was so awfully jealous my life began to be miserable, so
that at last when one day, furiously complaining of my flirtation, he asked
me if I was tired of him. "Yes, certainly," I replied, "and the sooner you
give me up the better!"

His feelings were so hurt that he instantly wrote me a cheque for?1,000,
and told me I might keep the house and shift for myself.

This exactly suited the plans I had been marking out for myself as soon as
I could get quit of him, without apparently acting with palpable
ingratitude.

You are too well acquainted with the doings in my house for me to give an
account of my present life, but should you wish for a Christmas party next
year, and you are a good boy in the meantime, I may look up and jot down
for your amusement some of the voluptuous adventures which I have heard of,
or been a party to, since I became such a well known member of the
Demi-Monde.

For the present this is the end of Vanessa.

Everyone complimented Spencer on his tale, and then their host turning to
Fuckatilla, said,

"You know, my little dear, the treat I promised you; I think Vanessa's
story has warmed me up for the business of five to one, there are only four
males in the party, but I have a nice dildoe for your cousin, and when Emma
straps it on she will be as good as a man, and last a deal longer.

We will all have a sip of my magic Mouche D'Espagne chocolate, which I
have kept in reserve on the hob, to invigorate us for the last orgie of the
night, then to work."

The tiny cups were handed round, and even little Nelly had hers to sip;
the effect was indeed magical, each prick in a few moments stood in a state
of bursting grandeur, the girls' eyes Rushed with lustful desires. Nelly
was down on her knees, almost devouring Jack Turdey's affair, so ravenously
did she gamahuche him, as she begged that as he had a moderate sized cock
he would try and make a real woman of her.

"No, no, my little darling!" said Bigcock, as he excitedly fastened the
dildoe on Cousin Emma, an enormous thing, about nine inches long, and thick
in proportion. "You shall work off your excitement by birching us all
round, as there is nothing else for you to do. Get that great bunch of
birch from the sideboard, and pay us out with it as hard as you can."

A couch without a back was placed in the centre of the room, Cousin Emma
reclined on her back, then Fucktilla spitted herself on the dildoe, till
her cunt was deliciously gorged by the soft flesh-like india rubber tool
which made her spend in a moment, as she bounded on the joy-giving
instrument, her cousin sucking her bubbies for her with all the abandon of
lust.

Frank Jones and Spencer on either side placed their pricks in her hands to
frig, whilst Bigcock presented his for her mouth to suck, and Jack Turdey
last of all took the position he so dearly loved au derriere, where he
revelled in the delightful pleasures of her fundamental rosebud.

Nelly Racquet now applied her rod with vigour, her right hand switching
them one by one as she ran round the group, frigging herself with her left
hand at the same time, exclaiming every now and then, "Hold tight; go it.
Fuck away. You won't let me know what it's like, so I'll pay you all out in
spite. Don't your bums look pretty! I've made Jack's bleed." Till at last
she was so carried away by the wantonness of her feelings, she dropped the
rod, and mounted on Fuckatilla's back, with her bottom to Jack, who had to
postillion her with his finger in her tight little arsehole as she screamed
with delight.

This scene lasted a long time, each one swimming in lubricity till the
effects of the Mouche D'Espagne were exhausted.

They had a glass of champagne to revive themselves, then finished the
night by all joining in the following:

CHRISTMAS ANTHEM

Christmas has come! let affection and folly, Run through the land from the
North to the South, Hang up the mistletoe, nail up the holly, Frolic and
fun be the talk of each mouth, For each one to flirt, and to drink, and to
eat;

Aged and Young, come! now, this is the Season, All have enjoyment  my
prick "sees no reason,"

Why Christmas should pass, and he not have a treat.

Ruddy his tip, as the bright Holly merry!

Round are his balls, as the Pudding so gay;

White pearly drops, like the Mistletoe berry, They shall distil from his
touch-hole to-day.

I will sip toddy, forget worldly scheming.

Prick! I feel for you a friendship sincere;

Pledge me in a draught, and your top ruddy beaming, Shall quaff the Sweet
Cunt Juice, for Christmas is here!

Christmas is here! so my prick, what you fancy, That you shall have for
your holiday fare;

From the black curly jock of the stately Miss Nancy, To young Kitty's
sweet cunt, that can't boast of a hair.

Come! my tail full bosomed fairy of twenty, Come! little golden haired
maiden of eight, Look round the room, there are partners in plenty, But
nothing like Prick for a Christmas-time Mate!

Let the snow fall  we care not for the weather, Pile up the logs on the
gay crackling Are;

Then shall Queen Cunt and King Prick meet together, And our sighs of
enjoyment in silence expire.

Come! 'tis but once a year  let there be blindness, To what our warm
feelings incline us to do;

Come, merry maidens, and show my Prick kindness, And straight he will
strive to give pleasure to you!

Touch with your hand, let your sweet taper fingers, Electric-like thrill
him from root unto tip;

Then while the warmth of that contact still lingers, Caress the sweet
darling with tongue and with lip.

Press to your bosom  then glide to your Cunny, Into your belly he'll pour
his "good cheer;"

"Will you spend in my bum?" "Should like to, My Honey!"

We will do what we like now, For Christmas is Here!
