Indecent: 15 Erotic Victorian Romance Story Box Set (47 page)

29 June – Today is the date of my last letter and the
Countess has taken steps to prove it was genuine for I saw him leave in my
clothes once again. I walked to the library and distracted my fears by reading
of a threesome between woman and two men. I read the story with great
concentration, picturing myself held between two men, one sliding into my
bottom, the other into my pussy, being crushed between them as they both came
inside me, me solely responsible for their pleasure.

I brought myself to a shuddering orgasm whilst thinking of
their emissions spurting into my body and as my climax faded I drifted off to
sleep. I was awakened by the Countess who looked at me and said, “Tomorrow we
must part. You return to England, I to some work which may mean we never meet.
Your letter has been despatched. All is ready for your journey. In the morning
my carriage will come for you and bear you away but I hope I shall see more of
you at Castle Wetula.”

When I was in my room and about to lie down I heard a
whispering at my door. “Back to your place. Tonight is mine. Tomorrow night is
yours.” There was a ripple of laughter and I opened the door to see the three
women running away.

30 June – These may be the last words I write. I slept until
before dawn, waking up and not needing a pee for the first time since arriving.
I ran down the hall to the great door but it would not open. I scaled the walls
to the Countess’s room and down to the bathroom below. There in one of the
boxes brought to the castle was the Countess. She looked as if her youth had
been half restored. Her white hair was dark grey, her cheeks fuller, her mouth
redder than ever and on the lips were drops of urine which ran over her chin
and neck. She looked as if she had simply gorged on piss.

This was the being I was helping to transfer to London who
might for centuries to come satiate her desire for urine and create a circle of
others to batten on the helpless. There came the sound of a gipsy song outside
and I ran from the place, listening as the great door opened and closed again.
When I reached it I found it locked and as I write I hear the sound of tramping
feet below me, no doubt the boxes being set down heavily and lids hammered into
place.

In the courtyard I can hear the crack of whips and I am left
alone in the castle with those horrible women. I shall not remain alone here
with them. I shall try to scale the castle wall further than ever. I shall take
some of the gold with me lest I need it. I may yet find a way from this
dreadful place. And then away for home to the quickest train. Goodbye all.

Chapter 3

Letter from Mina Murray to Lucy Wetenra

9 May

My dearest Lucy,

Forgive my delay in writing but I have been overwhelmed with
work. The life of an assistant brothel keeper is sometimes trying. I long to be
with you and by the sea where we can talk and piss together freely. I have been
working very hard and practising shorthand. I have had a few lines from
Jennifer in Transylvania. She is well and will return soon. I long to hear her
news and taste her above my face once more. Goodbye.

Your loving Mina

Letter from Lucy to Mina

Wednesday

My dearest Mina,

I have nothing to interest you. Town is very pleasant I met
some time ago a woman who would do for you if you were not engaged to Jennifer.
She is well off and of good birth, a doctor with the most enormous breasts. She
is only nine and twenty and yet has an immense lunatic asylum under her care.
She has a curious habit of looking down my top at every opportunity. That is
all Mina. We have told our secrets to each other since we were children. We
have slept together and eaten together and laughed and cried and fucked. I am
blushing as I write as my thoughts dwell upon the time we slept together before
you met Jennifer.

Do you recall the night of Mamma’s birthday when we retired
late to my room as that storm raged outside. I was all a shiver due to my fear
of thunder and you held me in your arms until I was still again. But you did
not let go did you? Instead you raised my nightgown until my body was exposed
to your gaze and then you slid down me, kissing as you went until you finally
reached your goal. You made me pee in your mouth, the first time I had ever
undertaken such a thing and it aroused me beyond belief to see you indulge in
my emissions as if you were dying of thirst.

When you kissed my pussy that night I almost melted away
into thin air or floated off into the heavens. Your fingers inside me were the
most exquisite of things and you brought me to an orgasm the like of which I
have not experienced since. I kissed you and tasted my piss and my arousal in
your mouth whilst you stared happily into my eyes.

Why do I repeat this here? Well I have fallen in love with a
lady of whom I cannot stop imagining indulging in drinking her pee in the way
you did mine. I think she may love me though she had not told me so. But oh I
do love her Mina! I love her. There, that does me good.

I wish I were with you, sitting by the fire and undressing
so I could tell you how I feel and demonstrate what I wish she would do to me.
Let me hear from you at once and tell me all that you think about it.

Lucy

Letter from Lucy to Mina

24 May

My dearest Mina

Thanks and thanks again for your sweet letter. It is lovely
to have your sympathy. It never rains pee but it pours piss. Here I am about to
be twenty and never had a proposal and yet today I had three. One came before
lunch. Dr June Seward, the lunatic asylum woman with enormous breasts and good
skin. She was cool but nervous and told me how dear I was to her and how she
wished I cared for her. When she saw me cry I told her there was already
someone and she wished me well before planting a kiss on my lips.

I knew not what to do nor how to react as she took me in her
arms and escorted me into the garden. Once there she stripped me of every
stitch of clothing upon my body before laying me down on the damp grass. She
embraced every last inch of me including delving deeply between my buttocks in
a way that I never realised could be so enjoyable. Her tongue dipped inside my
bottom and her fingers into my pussy as she draped my legs over her shoulders.

As she fucked me with her hand, I felt the need to pee and
began to wriggle with desperation. She would not let me rise though, instead
insisting that I produce upon her. I did as she wished, my heart racing as my
pee dribbled down her chin and onto her waiting bosom. She revelled in my piss
dear Mina, bringing me to an orgasm with her hand before I even had chance to
finish urinating. My whole body shook when I came and as I lay panting for
breath she moved up me, lifting her dress whilst I moved my hands to her breasts
which had spilled over her top. I toyed with her nipples as she sat upon my
face and returned the piss I had given her with that of her own. She peed
directly into my mouth Mina and the taste was such that I thought I was
dreaming, it was too pleasant to be real. As she peed, I let my tongue slide
into the wet folds of her cunt and she gasped and moaned and writhed as if she
wanted me to move ever deeper into her.

She rubbed her clit as she finished peeing and soon after I
brought her to a trembling climax that made her scream so loudly I could hear
the neighbours call out, asking if there was an issue at hand.

I shouted that we were fine as best I could from under her
pussy and she giggled above me before helping me to my feet and bidding me
farewell, hoping I would be happy.

Number two came after lunch. This was a nice fellow from
Texas in America. He looked young and fresh and yet was older than me. Mr
Quincy Morris sat beside me and looked happy and jolly but nervous all the
same. He took my hand in his and said, “Miss Lucy, I know I ain’t good enough
to lace your boots but will you hitch up alongside me and let us go down the
long road together?”

He looked so serious that I found it hard to deny him his
wish as he poured out a torrent of love making. He ripped my clothes from me in
an instant and removed his own in the same moment such that we were both naked
within my parlour. His appendage was so large and standing proudly that I could
not help but lower myself to my knees and take him into my mouth, being
desirous of the taste of his hot hardness. He filled my mouth to the back of my
throat as he gripped my hair and made me fuck him with my lips, my tongue
running over the length of his shaft as he stared down at me.

Soon he felt teased enough and spun me round and bent me
over the couch. He groped at my buttocks as he slid his cock between them,
making my pussy damp with desire.

“Piss on me,” he said, holding his cock directly against my
labia. I let my bladder relax and hot urine did flow over his cock which seemed
to become harder than ever. Whilst I continued to pee he used the juices of my
arousal to lubricate himself in such a way that he could enter my bottom,
making me gasp out loud at the way I stretched wide apart to allow him entry.

He slid all the way into my anus whilst his hand moved to my
clit and began toying with it. I rocked back and forth upon him until I reached
an orgasm so powerful I almost fell to the ground, only his tool within me
keeping me upright. After I had climaxed he moved faster and began slamming
into me until I heard him grunt and felt his cock spasming deep within me. A
moment later hot spunk filled my bottom and the sensation of it within me sent
another orgasm through my body. He spurted more cum into me before slowly
withdrawing, kissing his way up my back before collapsing beside me on the
couch.

“I cannot marry you,” I said when my breathing had returned
to normal. He asked if there was another and I told him straight. “There is one
I love though he had not yet told me he loves me.”

He wished me luck and gave me a final kiss before gathering
up his clothes and withdrawing, leaving me to feel his emissions seep back out
of me as my little clit throbbed with desire for more.

This quite upset me and I don’t wish to tell you of number
three until it can all be happy. Ever your loving

Lucy

PS Of number three I must speak. She came into my room and
kissed me before I even had a chance to speak. In less than a minute I was
naked for the third time this day. I don’t know what I did to deserve such
pleasure but she tied me to my bed with my own stockings and made use of a
beautiful smooth glass cock attached to her hips with fabric straps to fuck me
whilst all the time staring into my eyes.

She fucked me slowly until I burst with joy, my body
writhing to free myself from the bonds that held me in place. I enjoyed one
climax after another until she withdrew, leaving me exhausted as she leaned
back and let a gushing torrent of piss escape her, spraying all over my captive
body, sending me into further paroxysms of ecstasy. She then forced me to watch
her fuck herself with the dildo until she came not once but thrice in quick
succession, never taking her eyes from me for an instant. I must show her that
I am grateful to her for being such a lover and a friend. Goodbye.

Dr Seward’s Diary

25 May – Cannot eat, cannot rest. Since my rebuff after such
a sexual encounter I have an empty feeling. As I knew the only cure would be to
tease my patients I picked out once who afforded me a study of much interest.
He is so quaint I am determined to understand him. He refuses to ever reach an
orgasm, believing such enjoyment to be the work of the devil.

And yet when I stood in his cell and began a striptease, his
cock stiffened under his nightdress until I could resist no longer. I took hold
of it with my cool hands and stroked the length of it whilst lowering my mouth
to the head, licking the fluid which appeared there. He shook his head as if
wishing me to stop but then took hold of my hair and drove himself into my
mouth. He fucked me until I could no longer breathe, my eyes wild as he grunted
deeply and spurted cum into the back of my throat. He finally let me go and I
gasped for breath, wiping spunk from my chin as I stood up and withdrew to the
ward.

Letter from Quincy Morris to Anthea Holmwood

25 May

My dear Ant

We’ve told yarns before and I have such a one for you about
my latest conquest despite the rejection I was forced to endure afterwards. I
ask you to come to my campfire tomorrow night as our friend June Seward will be
there and we can mingle our sorrow to drink to the health of whomever has won
the heart of our fondest friend Lucy. We promise you a hearty welcome.

Yours as ever

Quincy

Telegram from Arthur to Quincy

26 May

Count me in. I bear messages to make your cunt tingle.

Ant

Mina Murray’s Journal

24 July – Whitby – Lucy met me at the station and drove me
up to the house. This is a lovely place. Right over the town is the ruin of the
abbey which was sacked by the Danes. It is a noble ruin of immense size and I
walked around it for so long I was bursting to pee by the end. There were no
toilets to be found and people everywhere such that I felt I might explode at
any moment if I could not find a secluded spot. I walked out beside Mina as she
held my hand and tried to calm me although I knew she was also aroused by the
sight of my desperation. Behind the churchyard there was a hummock of grass and
if kneeling we would still be visible so we both lay on the grass behind it out
of sight of the populace. It is not easy to pee whilst laid down I must
confess. I lifted my dress to my waist and shuffled down my knickers whilst
Mina did the same and at the sight of her pussy I was reminded of those times
we had copulated together in the past before her engagement to Jennifer.

I could not resist tasting her one final time, rolling
towards her even as my bladder threatened to release the waterfall at any
moment. She rolled in my direction at the same moment and I ended up on top of
her with my face by her pussy and her face by my own.

We began to urinate at the exact same instant, her piss
flowing into my open mouth as mine did the same to her. I heard a noise above
the hissing sound and looked up to see a group of people had found our hiding
place and were staring at us in silence. I could not stop peeing even if I
wished to and the sight of their eyes upon us drove my arousal upwards to new
peaks that could not be contained. I began to finger her as she slid her thumb
directly into my bottom, lapping at my clit as I moaned above her.

We ended peeing at last but neither of us moved, knowing the
audience expected a show. I writhed upon her as she brought me to an orgasm
with her expert fingers and wilful tongue. I gasped into her pussy as I fucked
her with as much of my hand as I could manage, all the time sucking her little
clit into my mouth until she reached one and then a second climax in quick
succession, each tearing through her body and making her sob with pleasure.

When we had recovered we received a round of applause and
then the people melted away, leaving us alone to adjust our dresses and stand
once more, acting for all the world as if nothing untoward had just occurred.

We walked around the graves of the churchyard and I found
myself thinking I should often come here to write as I do now, listening to the
waves below me beside the harbour. I heard a legend that when a ship is lost
bells are heard at sea. I must ask about this and an old man is passing, I
shall inquire of him.

He was a funny old man. He told me the legend of the bells
was nonsense but he heard tell of a shipwreck which caused every woman and man
in the town to wet themselves at the same instant. At the thought of such an
occurrence I felt my pussy dampen and the man seemed to sense my arousal as he
went into great detail of the humiliation endured by countless people wetting
their trousers and skirts.

As he spoke I began to squirm in my seat, rubbing my thighs
together to ease the itch within my clit. The man sat on the bench beside me
and placed my blanket over both of our laps. Whilst looking out to sea his hand
slid to my dress, finding its way up inside whilst I fumbled at the buttons of
his trousers.

He plunged his fingers into me as I took hold of his hard
cock and whilst we both maintained innocent faces to any passing, he fucked me
slowly and deeply as I jerked my hand along the shaft of his cock, all the time
him telling me more tales of folk pissing themselves within the town.

His thumb brushed over my clit and I had to let out a gasp,
biting my lip to keep from crying out with joy. I heard his breathing deepen
and then his cock twitched in my hand. I dived under the blanket and caught the
spunk that jetted from him in my mouth, swallowing quickly before squeezing the
remaining droplets from him, savouring the salty taste of the old seadog. He
maintained his movement within me as I brought my head out once more, licking
my lips whilst he teased me to a powerful climax that I had to fight to resist
revealing to the world, my limbs shaking and my cheeks flushing red.

“I must away home for my tea,” he said as he rose to his
feet a moment later. He walked away and down the steps into the town. I shall
go home too now once I finish writing.