Fifty Shades of Victorian Desire (8 page)

‘Keep it in your hand Sophy, and keep kissing me as you rub its head against your crack, and I shall soon be ready to oblige you darling, once more,' I whispered.

Didn't she kiss me, that's all, I never knew a girl seem to want me so much; she thrust her tongue into my mouth, she rubbed her cunt down on the head of my cock, till in a minute or two he gradually got firm enough to keep his place, then throwing her arms around me, she rode me famously, there was such a delicious contraction in the folds of her vagina, that she gave me the most exquisite pleasure, and to judge by her actions she was almost beside herself with wanton desire, and at last when she spent, went into screaming and laughing hysterics.

Next day Ada's brother Ferdie came down from London, to see how we were getting on, and he was enlightened as to all she had confessed to me. He is such a lovable young fellow. I took to him more than ever, and by the introduction of Sophy, we made up a most happy quartette every night, as we got him a
room next to ours, and Ada obtained permission for the chambermaid to sleep in our little ante-room, in case she was required to attend my wife, who pretended to be very delicate.

There are many who consider incest such a dreadful crime, but I would just ask such persons what can be more natural than for brothers and sisters to love each other, and allow all those freedoms which only strangers who may happen to marry them are supposed to have a right to.

How could I help loving you to distraction, my darling Frederica, it always seemed to me the most natural thing in the world that I should possess all those charms of my beautiful sister, which had ripened under my very eyes as it were. You always seemed my property, and why should I have left for a stranger the fruit which had, as it were, grown under my own eyes?

Adam's children must have married brothers and sisters, and their parent himself must have been something more than incestuous if the bible is to be believed, for Eve was even part of himself, bone of his bone, and flesh of his flesh; did not Abraham have his own sister Sarah for wife, from whom descended God's own special people, and even the Messiah of the Christian World. In fact we are all the offspring of incest, or the globe would never have been peopled.

The ancient Egyptian Ptolemys always had their sisters for wives.

The wickedness of incest is a manufactured article, made a sin, not by God, but by the restlessness of mankind, ever on the move to make fresh offences out of harmless things, and continually piling up the burden of over government which the growing instinct of liberty in the present generation will soon, I hope, sweep away.

But to go on, I loved Ferdie soon quite as much as his sister, and almost every night our first programme would be for him to have his sister. They are both small but so beautifully proportioned, and seemed so thoroughly to enjoy fucking each other, that it was the greatest treat I could have to see them in the act.

I would sit with Sophy on my knee, as I tickled her clitoris with my fingers, making her spend over and over again, as I would talk to her thus: ‘Isn't it lovely, dear, to see such a pretty pair in action? Look at Ferdie's beautiful prick as it slips in and out of his sister! Don't you wish you had a brother to fuck you
Sophy? Now they're coming; look, look, how they strain, and shove to get in even another quarter of an inch. It's over, my God, how they must have spent, look at it oozing and dripping on the bed. Frig me quick, I'm coming now. Ah, you darling, how delightfully your hand does it; kiss me, give me your tongue quick!'

My favourite plan was to get Ferdie's bottom well spitted on my prick, as he sat on my lap, whilst his sister and Sophy gamahuched him by turns, till we both came again at the same time. Another way was to lay both girls on the bed, on their sides, face to face, then I would straddle over them so that my prick could be kissed by both of them at once, whilst I also had my head buried between their bellies, with a cunt on each side of my nose, then Ferdie would get into me behind, and altogether we carried out such a voluptuous fancy that on more than one occasion the excess of excitement was greater than I could bear, and I fairly fainted in the act of emission.

Sophy told us a funny story of an elderly couple, brother and sister, who were staying in the hotel last summer. They were Scots, Mr. and Miss McLachlan, the brother a man of nearly seventy, whilst his sister was only a year or two younger.

They had two bedrooms communicating, as Mr. McLachlan said his sister was liable to frights in the night, and could not sleep unless she was close at hand to him, and able to run into his room when a sudden fright came.

She was curiously excited to find out more about them, especially as one or other of the beds always seemed unusually tumbled, and once she found several spots and smears of blood on the lower sheet.

The weather was very warm, and Mr. McLachlan used to have his bedroom window partially open, although the blind was always drawn down, so as their rooms were on the first floor, it occurred to Sophy that the gardener's light ladder, which he used for trimming the grape vines, etc., would just enable her to see all that was going on. Bob, the gardener, being her sweetheart, she easily persuaded him to place the ladder for her, and mind it whilst she went up to peep at the old people. To further her purpose she had fixed the blind so that when pulled down it would just leave about half an inch of space at the bottom, and so afford every facility for both seeing and hearing everything from the outside.

It was rather a dark night when she and Bob put their plan in operation, and this is her description of the scene.

‘Mr. McLachlan is seated in an easy chair, apparently absorbed in reading several letters, which the old gentleman would kiss as he finished reading each of them.

‘Enter his sister on tiptoe, till she stood behind the chair glaring at the letters he was so taken up with, grinding her teeth, and shaking a birch rod over his head.

‘At last she snatches a letter, “Ha, ha! caught you again, sir, reading that minx's letters. Have you not promised me over and over again that you will give her up, you faithless wretch, I'll teach you to love any one but your sister! Eh – you're frightened, are you? Take down your breeches, sir, this moment.”

‘The brother looks awfully frightened, but she takes him by the wrist, and leads him to the bed, and I could see the old girl had only her chemise and drawers on under her dressing gown. She tied both hands by the wrists, with a piece of cord which depended from the top frame of the four-poster, then one ankle to the right and the other to the left leg of the bed, so that he was most comfortably fixed up, indeed to judge by his looks he really dreaded her. I heard him frequently appeal for mercy.

‘“Oh, Maria, you won't now, pray don't, I can't stand it, you cut me up so the night before last, do forgive me, and I'll burn the letters.”

‘“You would, would you, sir; how often James have I caught you reading them, after the same broken promises. Do you still correspond with that designing girl? You know she only wants your money. I'll birch you out of that fancy, my boy, till you again love poor Maria, you shall never marry whilst I can hold a rod, sir. I only wish I had the girl here, her bum should smart, I'll warrant!”

‘She now pulled his breeches down, and tucked up his shirt so as to expose a fairly plump rump, which she patted admiringly, then her face seemed to get stern, and reaching the rod off the dressing table she again began to lecture him as she applied the twigs vigorously, so much so that he fairly screamed for mercy, “I'll never think of her again, Maria, indeed I won't, you know I love you so! You have such a sweet grey-haired cunt.”

‘“What insult! How dare you say that to your sister. You shall get me at once Mrs. Allen's Hair Restore, Rowland's Kalydor, Breidenbach's Macassarine, and Ross's Extract of Cantharides. Ha,
ha you shall pay to make my hair its natural colour, sir! But now I think of it, I'll get a Ross's Nose Machine for your poor old cock, its awfully down in the world, and will only stand for little featherless chits, such as you correspond with.”

‘All the while her cuts were something painful to see, yet the sight had a most exciting effect upon me, so much so that when Bob in his impatience crept up the ladder behind me, to see what was keeping me so long up there, and he slipped his hand up my thighs behind till he got hold of you know what, instead of boxing his ears, I positively allowed him to finger me at pleasure, till I came down with my love juice all over his hand.

‘This so excited him that I believe had it been possible he would have fucked me on the ladder. However he managed to get up on to the same step with myself and clasped his other arm round my waist, as he peeped over my shoulder to see what was going on, for I had now got one corner of the blind nicely up, as the parties inside were far to busy to notice it. I repaid his caresses by momentarily turning my head for a kiss, and feeling his prick with my left hand, giving it a loving squeeze, as I whispered, “Look, Bob darling, did you ever see such a sight, I believe she is going to birch him till he is fit to have her, only fancy brother and sister, did you ever?”

‘I was quite right in my conjecture, his bottom was all over deep red, fiery looking weals and scratches, and I could even see drops of blood oozing from the lacerations here and there; he seemed to writhe and twist about in a peculiar manner, as if he wanted to attract her attention, so much so that I soon caught glimpses of all he possessed.

‘“Look,” whispered Bob in my ear, “did you ever see such a teazer as the old fellow's got, and as grey as a badger, by Jove!”

‘I nudged him with my elbow to keep quiet.

‘“You're showing me your impudence, are you, sir? It doesn't want a nose machine now, have I brought it to love its Maria, then?” said the old woman, as she first threw away her worn out rod, then quickly untying one ankle she turned him round, and knelt down and caressed his tremendous affair.

‘“How I love you now, darling!” she said, handling and kissing his prick, till I expected he would spend in her eye, but she was too clever to go too far, so loosening his other ancle and hands, she slipped off her dressing gown and sprang on the bed, whilst he threw off everything but his shirt, and was on to her in a moment.

‘“My James, my love, come to my arms, you do love me now,” she said excitedly, opening her legs at the same time, and giving us a fair glance at a fat pair of thighs, at the top of which we could see a lovely pouting cunny, but as grey as possible. One of her hands directed his rampant prick to the longing receptacle, whilst her other arm thrown round his neck, drew his face to hers, and they indulged in a most loving kiss at the same moment, as he was fairly sheathed to the hilt, and she threw a fine pair of legs over his buttocks.

‘I had never seen such a pretty sight before, although old and grey, they were both plump and good figures, and the sight of his rump working furiously, whilst her feet drummed on his posteriors to hasten his action (they were set off by silk stockings and pretty Turkish slippers), had such an effect on me that whispering to Bob we hastily slipped down our ladder, and indulged in al
al fresco
uprighter, under a fine tree close by; then removing our ladder we slipped into the hotel and found our own rooms.

‘You may be sure we often had a peep at James and Maria, but their proceedings had so much sameness about them that we came to the conclusion it was a regular get up affair on his part, and that playing at punishment was for the purpose of getting Mr. James up to the proper pitch of excitement, and so enable him to oblige his sister's voluptuous propensities, for she was a hot old girl, and actually made love tomy Bob, which I repaid by spooning Mr. McLachlan, and as neither of us were jealous it paid very well. I don't know how much the old woman gave him; I had nearly £50 from Mr. James, and gave it all to Bob to bank, but the faithless wretch has run away to New Zealand with all the money and another girl, and left me still chambermaid at the hotel.'

Now, my darling sister, I must end this long letter, and trust some other time to tell you more, and only add that we all wish you were here.

Your affectionate brother,

FRED

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 The first edition, printed in 1881, was limited to 150 copies.

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FTER A ROUGH
start from Southampton, which kept most of the passengers below for three or four days, we got some fine weather, and found that among our number were three brides; one having been married only two days before we sailed, and the other two within the last fortnight. It is with one of the latter, I may say, more experienced ones, that I got mixed up with in a little midnight adventure during the twenty-four hours we were at anchor off Malta.