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Lady Beatrice Pokingham: Or "They All Do It." (Victorian underground erotica with previously unpublished material) (public domain)







Introduction



The Pearl was a Victorian underground magazine that ran from July 1879 to

December 1880. One story within it was titled Lady Beatrice Pokingham: Or,

They All Do It.



This torrent contains the Pokingham story with new material that has not

previously been published.



The text came to me from an acquaintance who, prior to retirement,

was a moderately well-known academic in a leading British university. He gave

me permission to post the following text after his death.





Introduction based on communication with the editor of the text.



The text below is a transcription from a previously unknown collection of papers

and letters associated with the Victorian underground magazine, The Pearl.



This was found in 2016 in a section of uncategorized documents among the

stacks of the Bodleian Library. It was not recorded on any library database and

accordingly the finder assumes it has been overlooked up to this date.



A portion of the text below was found as printer’s proofs. It seems from the

material in this archive that a print run of about 50 copies was planned, to be

released as an Easter Special in March 1880 under the title given below (An

Interlude.) But no such magazine seems to have been printed.



It appears that the writer then aimed to publish the work as a stand-alone novella,

since there is a much longer hand-written manuscript that expands the story.

I have therefore collated both the proof version and the holograph based

on the narrative structure apparently intended by the writer.



Occasional words and some sentences in the holograph are illegible, and in this

case I have had to make my best guess. For some wholly illegible words I have

simply offered the word (or words) that make most sense within the narrative.



Some passages (the more unlikely / perverse sexual activities) have been

cancelled, apparently in response to comments in another hand regarding

quality or credibility. Since these sections were largely complete, I have restored

them. In addition there were some sketches apparently supposed to represent

several of the characters depicted in the fiction.



It seems that the writer of this story is not the same as the writer of other parts

of the Pokingham narrative; however it also appears (though not with

complete certainty) that this author worked with the original author. There is

some correspondence on the matter, but this part of the archive is decayed and

fragmentary. Furthermore, there is some indication that the latter parts of the

story that was published in The Pearl were not written by the initial author,

and that the initial author was not wholly pleased with the treatment of the story

under the latter hand. For example there is discussion of the Charlie Vavasour

character who, in the later sections of the narrative, is revealed to be "Bertram"

masquerading as Charlie. This was not the original author’s intention.



There are indications that the first author did not fully approve of certain

sections of the story here reproduced. Furthermore it appears there were plans

for work by other writers (for example, the writer of She-Umbra seems to be

referenced) to be included in the putative issue. However given the use of initials

(for example, "L.S." or possibly "I.S." appears regularly) and codes rather than

names for all involved parties, it is hard to be clear on the genesis of the text.



The finder of the archive has chosen not to draw the library’s attention to due to

reluctance to be publicly associated with such material. The archive remains in

the stacks exactly as it was found.



Presumably the original narrative (which is provided here) would have been

rewritten somewhat to ensure slightly better continuity. Chronologically, the

new material would come at the end of the original version but narratively it

comes much earlier, at the end of Part II of the original narrative. This is where I

place it (approximately page 35).







LADY POKINGHAM; OR THEY ALL DO IT:

Giving an Account of her Luxurious Adventures, both before

and after her Marriage with Lord Crim-Con.



INTRODUCTION. To the Reader,



Very little apology will be needed for putting in print the

following highly erotic and racy narrative of a young patrician

lady, whose adventures I feel assured every genuine lover of

voluptuous reading will derive as much or more pleasure

afforded your humble servant.



The subject of these memoirs was one of the brightest and most

charming of her sex, endued with such exquisite nervous

sensitiveness, in addition to an unusual warmth of constitution

that she was quite unable to resist the seductive influences of

God's finest creation; for God made man in his own image, male

and female, created he them; and this was the first

commandment, "Be faithful and multiply, and replenish the

earth" - see Genesis, chap. 1.



The natural instinct of the ancients instilled in their minds the

idea that copulation was the direct and most acceptable form of

worship they could offer to their deities, and I know that those

of my readers who are not bigoted Christians will agree with

me, that there cannot be any great sin in giving way to natural

desires, and enjoying, to the utmost, all those delicious

sensations for which a beneficent Creator has so amply fitted us.

Poor girl, she did not live long, and in thoroughly enjoying her

few briefs years of butterfly life, who can think her wicked!

The scraps from which my narrative is compiled were found in a

packet she had entrusted to a devoted servitor, who, after her

sudden and premature death at the early age of twenty-three,

entered my service.



As author, I feel the crudeness of my style may be a little

offensive to some, but hope my desire to afford general pleasure

will excuse my defects.



THE AUTHOR, PART I.





My dear Walter,



How I love you! but alas! you will never know it till I am gone;

little do you think, as you wheel me about in my invalid chair,

how your delicate attentions have won the heart of a poor

consumptive on the verge of the grave. How I long to suck the

sweets of love from your lips; to fondle and caress your lordly

priapus, and feel its thrilling motions within me; but such joys

cannot be, the least excitement would be my death, and I can but

sigh as I look at your kind loving face, and admire the fine

proportions of my darling, as evidenced by the large bunch of

keys you always seem to have in your pocket; indeed you look

to have a key of keys, whose burning thrusts would unlock any

virgin cabinet.



This is a strange fancy of mine (the writing for your perusal a

short account of some of my adventures); but one of the only

pleasures left me is to indulge in reveries of the past, and seem

to feel over again the thrilling emotions of voluptuous

enjoyments, which are now denied to me; and I hope the recital

of my escapades and follies may afford you some slight

pleasure, and add to the lasting regard with which I hope you

will remember me in years to come. One thing I ask of you, dear

Walter, is to fancy you are enjoying Beatrice Pokingham when

you are in the embraces of some future inamorata. It is a

pleasure I have often indulged in myself when in the action of

coition, and heightened my bliss by letting my fancy run riot,

and imagined I was in the arms of someone I particularly wished

for, but could not come at.



My income dies with me, so I have no cause to make a will, but

you will find notes for a few hundred pounds enclosed with this

outline of my adventures, which is all I have been able to save.



You will also find a fine lock of dark brown hair, which I have cut

from the abundant chevelure of my Mons Veneris; other friends and

relatives may have the admired curls from my head, your memento is

cut from the sacred spot of love.



I never remember my father, the Marquis of Pokingham, but

have my doubts as to whether I am really entitled to the honour

of claiming him as a parent, as he was a used-up old man, and

from papers and letters, which passed privately between him and

my mother, I know that he more than suspected he was indebted

to his good-looking footman for the pretty baby girl my mother

presented to him; as he says in one note, "that he could have

forgiven everything if the fruits of her intercourse with James

had been a son and heir, so as to keep his hated nephew out of

the estates and title, and wished her to let him cultivate her

parsley bed for another crop, which might perhaps turn out more

in accordance with his wishes." The poor old fellow died soon

after writing that note, and my mother, from whom this dreadful

consumption is transmitted to me, also left me an orphan at an

early age, leaving me her jointure of £20,000, and an aristocratic

title which that amount was quite inadequate to properly

support.



My guardians were very saving and careful, as they sent me to

school at eight years of age, and only spent about £150 a year

for schooling and necessaries, till they thought it was time for

me to be brought out in the world, so that I benefitted

considerably by the accumulated interest of my money.



The first four years of my school passed away uneventfully, and

during that time I was only in one serious sc****, which 1 will

relate, as it led to my first taste of a good birch rod.



Miss Birch was rather an indulgent schoolmistress, and only had

to resort to personal punishment for very serious offenses,

which she considered might materially affect the future

character of her pupils, unless thoroughly cut out of them from

the first. I was nearly seven years old when I had a sudden fancy

for making sketches on my slate in school. One of our

governesses, Miss Pennington, was a rather crabbed and severe

old girl of five-and-thirty, and particularly evoked my abilities

as a caricaturist, and the sketches would be slyly passed from

one to the other of us, causing considerable giggling and gross

inattention to our lessons.



I was infatuated and conceited with what I considered my clever drawings

And several admonitions and extra tasks as punishment had no effect in

checking my mischievous interruptions, until one afternoon Miss Birch had

fallen asleep at her desk, and old Penn was busy with a class,

when the sudden inspiration seized me to make a couple of very

rude sketches; one of the old girl sitting on a chamber utensil;

but the other was a rural idea of her stooping down, with her

clothes up to ease herself, in a field. The first girl I showed them

to almost burst with laughter, and two others were so anxious to

see the cause of her mirth, that they were actually stooping over

her shoulder to look at my slate, when, before I could possibly

get to it to rub them off, old Penn pounced upon it like an eagle,

and carried it in triumph to Miss Birch, who was awakened

chagrined by the amused smile which our principal could not

repress at first sight of the indecent caricatures.



"My young lady must smart for this, Miss Pennington," said

Miss Birch, with suddenly assumed gravity; "she has been very

troublesome lately with these impudent drawings, but this is

positively obscene; if she draws one thing she will go to

another. Send for Susan to bring my birch rod! I must punish her

whilst my blood is warm, as I am too forgiving, and may let her

off."



I threw myself on my knees, and implored for mercy, promising

"Never, never to do anything of the kind again."



Miss BIRCH. - "You should have thought of the consequences

before you drew such filthy pictures; the very idea of one of my

young ladies being capable of such productions is horrible to

me; these prurient ideas cannot be allowed to settle in your mind

for an instant, if I can whip them out."



Miss Pennnington, with a grim look of satisfaction, now took

me by the wrist, just as Susan, a stout, strong, fair servant girl of

about twenty, appeared with what looked to me a fearful big

bunch of birch twigs, neatly tied up with red velvet ribbon.



"Now, Lady Beatrice Pokingham," said Miss Birch, "kneel

down, confess your fault, and kiss the rod," taking the bunch

from Susan's hands, and extending it to me as a queen might her

sceptre to a supplicant subject.



Anxious to get over the inevitable, and make my punishment as

light as possible, I knelt down, and with real tears of penitence

begged her to be as lenient as her sense of justice would admit,

as I knew I well deserved what she was going to inflict, and

would take care not to insult Miss Pennington again, whom I

was very sorry to have so caricatured; then I kissed the rod and

resigned myself to my fate.



Miss PENNINGTON, maliciously. - "Ah! Miss Birch, how

quickly the sight of the rod makes hypocritical repentance."



Miss BIRCH. - "I quite understand all that, Miss Pennington,

but must temper justice with mercy at the proper time; now, you

impudent artist, lift your clothes behind, and expose your own

bottom to the justly merited punishment."



With trembling hands I lifted my skirts, and was then ordered to

open my drawers also; which done, they pinned up my dress and

petticoats as high as my shoulders; then I was laid across a desk,

and Susan stood in front of me, holding both hands, whilst old

Penn and the French governess (who had just entered the

schoolroom) each held one of my legs, so that I was what you

might call helplessly spread-eagled.



Miss BIRCH, looking seriously round as she flourished the

rod. - "Now, all you young ladies, let this whipping be a caution

to you; my Lady Beatrice richly deserves this degrading shame,

for her indecent (I ought to call them obscure) sketches. Will

you! will you, you troublesome, impudent little thing, ever do so

again? There, there, there, I hope it will soon do you good. Ah!

you may scream; there's a few more to come yet."



The bunch of birch seemed to crash on my bare bottom with

awful force; the tender skin smarted, and seemed ready to burst

at every fresh cut. "Ah! ah! oh!!! Oh, heavens! have mercy,

madame. Oh! I will never do anything like it again. Ah - r - re!

I can't bear it!" I screamed, kicking and struggling under every

blow, so that at first they could scarcely hold me, but I was soon

exhausted by my own efforts.



Miss BIRCH, - "You can feel it a little, may it do you good, you

bad little girl; if I don't check you now, the whole establishment

would soon be demoralized. Ah! ha! your bottom is getting

finely wealed, but I haven't done yet," cutting away with

increasing fury.



Just then I caught a glimpse of her face, which was usually pale,

but now flushed with excitement, and her eyes sparkled with

unwonted animation. "Ah!" she continued, "young ladies

beware of my rod, when I do have to use it. How do you like it,

Lady Beatrice? Let us all know how nice it is," cutting my

bottom and thighs deliberately at each ejaculation.



LADY BEATRICE. - "Ah! oh! ah - r - r - re! It's awful! Oh I

shall die if you don't have mercy, Miss Birch. Oh! my God, I'm

fearfully punished; I'm cut to pieces; the birch feels as if it was

red hot, the blows burn so!"



Then I felt as if it was all over, and I must die soon; my cries

were succeeded by low sobs, moans, and then hysterical crying,

which gradually got lower and lower, till at last I must have

fainted, as I remembered nothing more till I found myself in

bed, and awoke with my poor posteriors tremendously bruised

and sore, and it was nearly a fortnight before I got rid of all the

marks of that severe whipping.



After I was twelve years of age they reckoned me amongst the

big girls, and I got a jolly bedfellow, whom I will call Alice

Marchmont, a beautiful, fair girl, with a plump figure, large

sensuous eyes, and flesh as firm and smooth as ivory. She

seemed to take a great fancy to me, and the second night I slept

with her (we had a small room to ourselves) she kissed and

hugged me so lovingly that I felt slightly confused at first, as she

took such liberties with me, my heart was all in a flutter, and

although the light was out, I felt my face covered with burning

blushes as her hot kisses on my lips, and the searching gropings

of her hands in the most private parts of my person, made me all

atremble.



"How you shake, dear Beatrice," she answered. "What are you

afraid of? you may feel me all over too; it is so nice. Put your

tongue in my mouth, it is a great inducement to love and I do

want to love you so, dear. Where's your hand? here, put it there;

can't you feel the hair just beginning to grow on my pussey?

Yours will come soon. Rub your finger on my crack, just there,"

so she initiated me into the art of frigging in the most tender

loving manner.



As you may guess, I was an apt pupil, although so young. Her

touches fired my blood, and the way she sucked my tongue

seemed most delicious. "Ah! Oh! Rub harder, harder -

quicker," she gasped, as she stiffened her limbs out with a kind

of spasmodic shudder, and I felt my finger all wet with

something warm and creamy. She covered me with kisses for a

moment, and then lay quite still.



"What is it, Alice? How funny you are, and you have wetted my

finger, you nasty girl," I whispered, laughing. "Go on tickling

me with your fingers, I begin rather to like it."



"So you will, dear, soon, and love me for teaching you such a

nice game," she replied, renewing her frigging operations, which

gave me great pleasure so that I hardly knew what I was doing,

and a most luscious longing sensation came over me. I begged

her to shove her fingers right up. "Oh! Oh! How nice! Further!

Harder!" and almost fainted with delight as she at last brought

down my first maiden spend.



Next night we repeated our lascivious amusements, and she

produced a thing like a sausage, made of soft k** leather, and

stuffed out as hard as possible, which she asked me to push into

her, and work up and down, whilst she frigged me as before,

making me lay on the top of her, with my tongue in her mouth.

It was delightful. I can't express her raptures, my movements

with the instrument seemed to drive her into ecstasies of

pleasure, she almost screamed as she clasped my body to hers,

exclaiming, "Ah! Oh! You dear boy; you kill me with pleasure!"

as she spent with extraordinary profusion all over my busy hand.

As soon as we had recovered our serenity a little, I asked her

what she meant by calling me her dear boy.



"Ah! Beatrice," she replied, "I'm so sleepy now, but tomorrow

night, I will tell you my story, and explain how it is that my

pussey is able to take in that thing, whilst yours cannot at

present; it will enlighten you a little more into the Philosophy of

Life, my dear; now give me a kiss, and let us go to sleep to-

night."



ALICE MARCHMONT'S STORY.



You may imagine I was anxious for the next morning to arrive.

We were no sooner in our little sanctum, than I exclaimed,

"Now, Alice, make haste into bed, I'm all impatient to hear your

tale."



"You shall have it dear and my fingers, too, if you will but let

me undress comfortably. I can't jump into bed anyhow; I must

make the inspection of my little private curls first. What do you

think of them, Beatrice? Off with your chemise; I want to

compare our pusseys," said she, throwing off everything, and

surveying her beautiful naked figure in the large cheval glass. I

was soon beside her, equally denuded of covering. "What a

delightfully pouting little slit you have, Beatrice," she

exclaimed, patting my Mons Veneris. "We shall make a

beautiful contrast, mine is a light blonde, and yours will be

brunette. See my little curly parsley bed is already half-an-inch

long."



She indulged in no end of exciting tricks, till at last my

patience was exhausted, so slipping on my chemise de nuit, I

bounced into bed, saying I believed it was all fudge about her

having a tale to tell and that I would not let her love me again,

till she had satisfied my curiosity.



"What bad manners to doubt my word," she cried, following me

into bed, taking me by surprise, uncovered my bottom, and

inflicted a smart little slapping, as she laughingly continued,

"There, let that be a lesson to you not to doubt a young lady's

word in future. Now you shall have my tale, although it would

really serve you right to make you wait till to-morrow."



After a short pause, having settled ourselves lovingly in bed, she

began:



Once upon a time there was a little girl about ten years old, of

the name of Alice, her parents were rich, and lived in a beautiful

house, surrounded by lovely gardens and a fine park, she had a

brother about two years older than herself, but her mama was so

fond of her (being an only daughter), that she never would allow

her little girl out of her sight, unless William, the butler, had

charge of her in her rambles about the grounds and park.



William was a handsome, good-looking man about thirty, and

had been in the family ever since he was a boy. Now Alice, who

was very fond of William, often sat on his knee as he was seated

under a tree, or on a garden seat, when he would read to her

fairy tales from her books. Their intimacy was so great that

when they were alone, she would call him "dear old Willie," and

treat him quite as an equal. Alice was quite an inquisitive girl,

and would often put Mr. William to the blush by her curious

enquiries about natural history affairs, and how a****ls had

little ones, why the cock was so savage to the poor hens,

jumping on their backs, and biting their heads with his sharp

beak, &c.



"My dear," he would say, "I'm not a hen or a cow; how should I know?

don't ask such silly questions"; but Miss Alice was not so easily put off,

she would reply, "Ah! Willie, you do know, and won't tell me, I insist

upon knowing, &c.," but her efforts to obtain knowledge were quite fruitless.



This went on for some time till the little girl was within three or

four months of her twelfth birthday, when a circumstance she

had never taken any notice of before aroused her curiosity. It

was that Mr. William, under pretense of seeing to his duties,

was in the habit of secluding himself in his pantry, or closet,

from seven to eight o'clock in the morning for about an hour

before breakfast. If Alice ventured to tap at the door it was

fastened inside, and admittance refused; the keyhole was so

closed it was useless to try and look through that way, but it

occurred to my little girl that perhaps she might be able to get a

peep into that place of mystery if she could only get into a

passage which passed behind Mr. William's pantry, and into

which she knew it used to open by a half-glass door, now never

used, as the passage was closed by a locked door at each end.



This passage was lighted from the outside by a small window

about four feet from the ground, fastened on the inside simply

by a hook, which Alice, who mounted on a high stool, soon

found she could open if she broke one of the small diamond

panes of glass, which she did, and then waiting till the next

morning felt sure she would be able to find out what Willie was

always so busy about, and also that she could get in and out of

the window unobserved by anyone, as it was quite screened

from view by a thick shrubbery seldom entered by anyone.



Up betimes next day she told her lady's-maid she was going to

enjoy the fresh air in the garden before breakfast, and then

hurried off to her place of observation, and scrambled through

the window regardless of dirt and dust, took off her boots as

soon as she alighted in the disused passage, and silently crept up

to the glass door, but to her chagrin found the panes so dirty as

to be impervious to sight; however, she was so far lucky as to

find a fine large keyhole quite clear, and two or three cracks in

the woodwork, so that she could see nearly every part of the

place, which was full of light from a skylight overhead. Mr.

William was not there, but soon made his appearance, bringing a

great basket of plate, which had been used the previous day, and

for a few minutes was really busy looking in his pantry book,

and counting spoons, forks, &c., but was soon finished, and

began to look at a little book, which he took from a drawer.



Just then, Lucy, one of the prettiest housemaids, a dark beauty of

about eighteen, entered the room without ceremony, saying,

"Here's some of your plate off the sideboard. Where's your eyes,

Mr. William, not to gather up all as you ought to do?"



William's eyes seemed to beam with delight as he caught her round the

waist, and gave her a luscious kiss on her cheek, saying: "Why, I

keep them for you, dear, I knew you would bring the plate";

then showing the book, "What do you think of that position,

dear? How would you like it so?" Although pleased, the girl

blushed up to the roots of her hair as she looked at the picture.

The book dropped to the floor, and William pulled her on to his

knee, and tried to put his hand up her clothes.



"Ah! No! No!" she cried, in a low voice; "you know I can't to-day, but

perhaps I can tomorrow; you must be good to-day, sir. Don't stick up your

impudent head like that. There - there - there's a squeeze for

you; now I must be off," she said, putting her hand down into

his lap, where it could not be seen what she was after. In a

second or two she jumped up, and in spite of his efforts to detain

her, escaped from the pantry.



William, evidently in a great state of excitement, subsided on to a sofa,

muttering, "The little witch, what a devil she is; I can't help myself,

but she will be all right to-morrow."



Alice, who was intently observing everything,

was shocked and surprised to see his trousers all unbuttoned in

front, and a great long fleshy-looking thing sticking out,

seemingly hard and stiff, with a ruby- coloured head. Mr,

William took hold of it with one hand, apparently for the

purpose of placing it in his breeches, but he seemed to hesitate,

and closing his right hand upon the shaft, rubbed it up and

down. "Ah! What a fool I am to let her excite me so. Oh! Oh! I

can't help it; I must." He seemed to sigh as his hand increased its

rapid motion. His face flushed, and his eyes seemed ready to

start from his head, and in a few moments something spurted

from his instrument, the drops falling over his hands and legs,

some even a yard or two over the floor.



This seemed to finish his ecstasy. He sank back quite listless for a

few minutes, and then rousing himself, wiped his hands on a towel, cleared up

every drop of the mess, and left the pantry. Alice was all over in

a burning heat from what she had seen but instinctively felt that

the mystery was only half unravelled, and promised herself to be

there and see what William and Lucy would do next day.



Mr. William took her for a walk as usual, and read to her, whilst she

sat on his knee, and Alice wondered what could have become of

that great stiff thing which she had seen in the morning. With

the utmost apparent innocence, her hands touched him casually,

where she hoped to feel the monster, but only resulted in feeling

a rather soft kind of bunch in his pocket.



Another morning arrived to find Alice at her post behind the

disused glass door, and she soon saw Mr. William bring in his

plate, but he put it aside, and seemed all impatient for Lucy's

arrival. "Ah!" he murmurs. "I'm as stiff as a rolling pin at the

very thought of the saucy darling," but his ideas were cut short

by the appearance of Lucy herself, who carefully bolted the

door inside.



Then rushing into his arms, she covered him with

kisses, exclaiming, in a low voice, "Ah! How I have longed for

him these three or four days. What a shame women should be

stopped in that way from enjoying themselves once a month.

How is he this morning?" as her hands nervously unbuttoned

Mr. William's trousers, and grasped his ready truncheon.



"What a hurry you are in, Lucy!" gasped her lover, as she almost

stifled him with her kisses. "Don't spoil it all by your

impatience; I must have my kiss first."



With a gentle effort he reclined her backwards on a sofa, and

raised her clothes till Alice had a full view of a splendid pair of

plump, white legs; but what rivetted her gaze most was the

luscious looking, pouting lips of Lucy's cunny, quite vermilion

in colour, and slightly gaping open, in a most inviting manner,

as her legs were wide apart; her Mons Veneris being covered

with a profusion of beautiful curly black hair.



The butler was down on his knees in a moment, and glued his

lips to her crack, sucking and kissing furiously, to the infinite

delight of the girl, who sighed and wriggled with pleasure; till at

last Mr. William could no longer restrain himself, but getting up

upon his knees between Lucy's legs, he brought his shaft to the

charge, and to Alice's astonishment, fairly ran it right into the

gaping crack, till it was all lost in her belly; they laid still for a

few moments, enjoying the conjunction of their persons till

Lucy heaved up her bottom, and the butler responded to it by a

shove, then they commenced a most exciting struggle.



Alice could see the manly shaft as it worked in and out of her sheath,

glistening with lubricity, whilst the lips of her cunny seemed to

cling to it each time of withdrawal, as if afraid of losing such a

delightful sugar stick; but this did not last long, their movements

got more and more furious, till at last both seemed to meet in a

spasmodic embrace, as they almost fainted in each

other's arms, and Alice could see a profusion of creamy

moisture oozing from the crack of Lucy, as they both lay in a

kind of lethargy of enjoyment after their battle of love.



Mr. William was the first to break the silence: "Lucy, will you

look in to-morrow, dear; you know that old spy, Mary, will be

back from her holiday in a day or two, and then we shan't often

have a chance."



LUCY, - "Ah; you rogue, I mean to have a little more now, I

don't care if we're caught; I must have it," she said, squeezing

him with her arms and gluing her lips to his, as she threw her

beautiful legs right over his buttocks, and commenced the

engagement once more by rapidly heaving her bottom; in fact,

although he was a fine man, the weight of his body seemed as

nothing in her amorous excitement.



The butler's excuses and pleading of fear, in case he was missed,

&c., were all of no avail; she fairly drove him on, and he was

soon as furiously excited as herself, and with a profusion of

sighs, expressions of pleasure, endearment, &c., they soon died

away again into a state of short voluptuous oblivion. However,

Mr. William was too nervous and afraid to let her lay long; he

withdrew his instrument from her foaming cunny, just as it was

all slimy and glistening with the mingled juices of their love; but

what a contrast to its former state, as Alice now beheld it much

reduced in size, and already drooping its fiery head.



Lucy jumped up and let down her clothes, but kneeling on the

floor before her lover, she took hold of his limp affair, and gave

it a most luscious sucking, to the great delight of Mr. William,

whose face flushed again with pleasure, and as soon as Lucy had

done with her sucking kiss, Alice saw that his instrument was

again stiff and ready for a renewal of their joys.



LUCY, laughing in a low tone. - "There, my boy, I'll leave you

like that; think of me till tomorrow; I couldn't help giving the

darling a good suck after the exquisite pleasure he had afforded

me, it's like being in heaven for a little while."



With a last kiss on the lips as they parted, and Mr. William

again locked his door, whilst Alice made good her retreat to

prepare herself for breakfast.



It was a fine warm morning in May, and soon after breakfast

Alice, with William for her guardian, set off for a ramble in the

park, her blood was in a boil, and she longed to experience the

joys she was sure Lucy had been surfeited with; they sauntered

down to the lake, and she asked William to give her a row in the

boat; he unlocked the boat-house, and handed her into a nice,

broad, comfortable skiff, well furnished with soft seats and

cushions.



"How nice to be here, in the shade," said Alice; "come into the

boat, Willie, we will sit in it a little while, and you shall read to

me before we have a row."



"Just as you please, Miss Alice," he replied, with unwonted

deference, stepping into the boat, and sitting down in the stern

sheets.



"Ah my head aches a little, let me recline it in your lap," said

Alice, throwing off her hat, and stretching herself along on a

cushion. "Why are you so precise this morning, Willie? You

know I don't like to be called Miss, you can keep that for Lucy."

Then noticing his confusion, "You may blush, sir, I could make

you sink into your shoes if you only knew all I have seen

between you and Miss Lucy."



Alice reclined her head in a languid manner on his lap, looking

up and enjoying the confusion she had thrown him into; then

designedly resting one hand on the lump which he seemed to

have in his pocket, as if to support herself a little, she continued:

"Do you think, Willie, I shall ever have as fine legs as Lucy?

Don't you think I ought soon to have long dresses, sir! I'm

getting quite bashful about showing my calves so much."



The butler had hard work to recover his composure, the vivid

recollection of the luscious episode with Lucy before breakfast

was so fresh in his mind that Alice's allusions to her, and the

soft girlish hand resting on his privates (even although he

thought her as innocent as a lamb) raised an utter of desire in his

feverish blood, which he tried to allay as much as possible, but

little by little the unruly member began to swell, till he was sure

she must feel it throb under her hand. With an effort he slightly

shifted himself, so as to remove her hand lower down on to the

thigh, as he answered as gravely as possible (feeling assured

Alice could know nothing): "You're making game of me this

morning. Don't you wish me to read, Alice?"



ALICE, excitedly, with an unusual flush on her face. - "You

naughty man, you shall tell me what I want to know this time:

How do babies come? What is the parsley bed, the nurses and

doctors say they come out of? Is it not a curly lot of hair at the

bottom of the woman's belly? I know that's what Lucy's got, and

I've seen you kiss it, sir!"



William felt ready to drop; the perspiration stood on his brow in

great drops, but his lips refused to speak, and Alice continued in

a soft whisper: "I saw it all this morning, Willie dear, and what

joy that great red-head thing of yours seemed to give her. You

must let me into the secret, and I will never tell. This is the

monster you shoved into her so furiously. I must look at it and

feel it; how hard it has got under my touch. La! What a funny

thing! I can get it out as Lucy did," pulling open his trousers and

letting out the rampant engine of love.



She kissed its red velvety head, saying: "What a sweet, soft thing to touch.

Oh! I must caress it a little." Her touches were like fire to his senses;

speechless with rapture and surprise, he silently submitted to

the freak of the wilful girl, but his novel position was so

exciting, he could not restrain himself, but the sperm boiled up

from his penis all over her hands and face.



"Ah!" she exclaimed. "That's just what I saw it do yesterday

morning. Does it do that inside of Lucy?"



Here William recovered himself a little, and wiping her face and

hands with his handkerchief, put away the rude plaything,

saying, "Oh! My God! I'm lost! What have you done, Alice? It's

awful! Never mention it again. I mustn't walk out with you any

more."



Alice burst into sobs.



"Oh! Oh! Willie! How unkind! Do you think I will tell? Only I

must share the pleasure with Lucy. Oh! Kiss me as you did her,

and we won't say any more about it today."



William loved the little girl too well to refuse such a delightful

task, but he contented himself with a very short suck at her

virgin cunny, lest his erotic passion should urge him to outrage

her at once.



"How nice to feel your lovely tongue there. How beautifully it

tickled and warmed me all over; but you were so quick, and left

off just as it seemed nicer than ever, dear Willie," said Alice,

embracing and kissing him with ardour.



"Gently, darling; you mustn't be so impulsive; it's a very

dangerous game for one so young. You must be careful how you

look at me, or notice me, before others," said Mr. William,

returning her kisses, and feeling himself already quite unable to

withstand the temptation of such a delicious liaison.



"Ah!" said Alice, with extraordinary perception for one so

young. "You fear Lucy. Our best plan is to take her into our

confidence. I will get rid of my lady's-maid, I never did like her,

and will ask mama to give Lucy the place. Won't that be fine,

dear? We shall be quite safe in all our little games then."



The butler, now more collected in his ideas, and with a cooler

brain, could not but admire the wisdom of this arrangement, so

he assented to the plan, and he took the boat for a row to cool

their heated blood, and quiet the impulsive throbbings of a pair

of fluttering hearts.



The next two or three days were wet and unfavourable for

outdoor excursions, and Alice took advantage of this interval to

induce her mother to change her lady's-maid, and install Lucy in

the situation.



Alice's attendant slept in a little chamber, which had two doors,

one opening into the corridor, whilst the other allowed free and

direct access to her little mistress's apartment, which it adjoined.

The very first night Lucy retired to rest in her new room,?she

had scarcely been half-an-hour in bed (where she lay, reflecting

on the change, and wondering how she would now be able to

enjoy the butler's company occasionally), before Alice called

out for her. In a moment she was at the young lady's bedside,

saying: "What can I do, Miss Alice, are you not warm enough?

These damp nights are so chilly."



"Yes, Lucy," said Alice, "that must be what it is. I feel cold and

restless. Would you mind getting in bed with me? You will soon

make me warm."



Lucy jumped in, and Alice nestled close up to her bosom, as if

for warmth, but in reality to feel the outlines of her beautiful

figure.



"Kiss me, Lucy," she said; "I know I shall like you so much

better than Mary. I couldn't bear her." This was lovingly

responded to, and Alice continued, as she pressed her hand on

the bosom of her bedfellow, "What large titties you have, Lucy.

Let me feel them. Open your nightdress, so I can lay my face

against them."



The new femme de chambre was naturally of a warm and loving

disposition; she admitted all the familiarities of her young

mistress, whose hands began to wander in a most searching

manner about her person, feeling the soft, firm skin of her

bosom, belly, and bottom; the touches of Alice seemed to fire

the blood, and rouse every voluptuous emotion within her; she

sighed and kissed her little mistress again and again.



ALICE. - "What a fine rump! How hard and plump your flesh

is, Lucy! Oh, my! what's all this hair at the bottom of your

belly? My dear, when did it come?"



LUCY. - "Oh! pray don't, Miss, it's so rude; you will be the

same in two or three years' time; it frightened me when it first

began to grow, it seemed so unnatural."



ALICE. - "We're only girls, there is no harm in touching each

other, is there; just feel how different I am."



LUCY. - "Oh! Miss Alice," pressing the young girl's naked

belly to her own, "you don't know how you make me feel when

you touch me there."



ALICE (with a slight laugh). - "Does it make you feel better

when Mr. William, the butler, touches you, dear?" tickling the

hairy crack with her finger.



LUCY. - "For shame, Miss! I hope you don't think I would let

him touch me"; evidently in some confusion.



ALICE. - "Don't be frightened, Lucy, I won't tell, but I have

seen it all through the old glass door in his pantry. Ah! you see I

know the secret, and must be let in to share the fun."



LUCY. - "Oh! My God! Miss Alice, what have you seen? I

shall have to leave the house at once."



ALICE. - "Come, come, don't be frightened, you know I'm fond

of Mr. William, and would never do him any harm, but you can't

have him all to yourself; I got you for my maid to prevent your

jealous suspicions and keep our secret between us."



Lucy was in a frightful state of agitation. "What! has he been

such a brute as to ruin you, Miss Alice! I'll murder him if he

has," she cried.



ALICE. - "Softly, Lucy, not so loud, someone will hear you;

he's done nothing yet, but I saw your pleasure when he put that

thing into your crack, and am determined to share your joys, so

don't be jealous, and we can all three be happy together."



LUCY. - "It would kill you dear; that big thing of his would

split you right up."



ALICE. - "Never mind," kissing her lovingly, "you keep the

secret and I'm not afraid of being seriously hurt."



Lucy sealed the compact with a kiss, and they spent a most

loving night together, indulging in every variety of kissing and

tickling, and Alice had learnt from her bedfellow nearly all the

mysterious particulars in connection with the battles of Venus

before they fell asleep in each other's arms.



Fine weather soon returned, and Alice, escorted by the butler,

went for one of her usual rambles, and they soon penetrated into

a thick copse at the further end of the park, and sat down in a

little grassy spot, where they were secure from observation.

William had thoughtfully brought with him an umbrella, as well

as a great coat and cloak, which he spread upon the grass for

fear Miss Alice might take cold.



"Ah! you dear old fellow," said Alice, seating herself, and,

taking his hand, pulled him down beside her. "I understand

everything now, and you are to make me happy by making a

woman of me, as you did Lucy; you must do it, Willie, dear, I

shall soon make you so you can't help yourself."



Unbuttoning his trousers and handling his already stiff pego,

"What a lovely dear it is; how I long to feel its juice spouting into

my bowels; I know it's painful, but it won't kill me, and then,

ah! the heavenly bliss I know you will make me feel, as you do Lucy when you

have her; how will you do it? will you lay over me?"



William, unable to resist her caresses and already almost at

spending point, makes her kneel over his face, as he lay on his

back, so that he may first lubricate her maiden cunny with his

tongue. This operation titillates and excites the little girl, so that

she amorously presses herself on his mouth as she faces towards

his cock, which she never leaves hold of all the while; he spends

in ecstasy, whilst she also feels the pleasure of a first virgin

emission.



"Now's the time, Alice, dear, my affair is so well greased, and

your pussey is also ready; if I get over you I might be too

violent and injure you; the best way is for you to try and

do it yourself by straddling over me, and directing its bead to

your cunny, and then keep pressing down upon it, as well as the

first painful sensations will allow; it will all depend on your own

courage for the success of the experiment," said William,



ALICE. - "Ah! you shall see my determination," as she began to

act upon his suggestion, and fitting the bead of big pego into her

slit, soon pressed down so as to take in and quite cover the first

inch of it.



Here the pain of stretching and distension seemed almost?too

much for her, but she gave a sudden downward plunge of her

body, which, although she almost fainted with the dreadful pain,

got in at least three inches.



"What a plucky girl you are, my dear Alice," said William, in

delight. "As soon as you can bear it, raise yourself up a little,

and come down with all your force. It is so well planted, the

next good thrust will complete my possession of your lovely

charms."



"I don't care if I die in the effort," she whispered, softly. "Never

mind how it hurts me, help all you can, Willie dear, this time,"

as she raised herself off him again, and he took hold of her

buttocks, to lend his assistance to the grave girl.



Clenching her teeth firmly, and shutting her eyes, she gave

another desperate plunge upon William's spear of love, the

hymen was broken, and she was fairly impaled to the roots of

his affair. But it cost her dear, she fell forward in a dead faint,

whilst the trickling blood proved the sanguinary nature of Love's

victory.



The butler withdrew himself, all smeared with her virgin blood,

but he had come prepared for such an emergency, and at once

set about using restoratives to bring her round, and presently

succeeded in his efforts; her eyes opened with a smile, and

whispering softly, Alice said: -



"Ah! that last thrust was awful, but it's over now. Why did you

take him away? Oh! put it back at once, dear, and let me have

the soothing injection Lucy said would soon heal all my bruised

parts."



He glued his lips to hers, and gently applied the head of?his pego

to her blood-stained crack, gradually inserted it till it was three-

fourths in; then, without pressing further, he commenced to

move slowly and carefully. The lubricity soon increased, and he

could feel the tight loving contractions of her vagina, which

speedily brought him to a crisis once more, and with a sudden

thrust, he plunged up to the hilt, and shot his very essence into

her bowels, as he almost fainted with the excess of his emotions.



They laid motionless, enjoying each other's mutual pressures,

till Mr. William withdrew, and taking a fine cambric

handkerchief, wiped the virgin blood first from the lips of her

cunny, then off his own weapon, declaring, as he put the red-

stained mouchoir in his pocket, that he would keep it for ever, in

remembrance of the charms she had so lovingly surrendered to

him.



The butler prudently refrained from the further indulgence in

voluptuous pleasure for the day, and, after a good rest, Alice

returned to the house, feeling very little the worse for her

sacrifice, and very happy in having secured part of the love of

dear and faithful William.



How suddenly unforeseen accidents prevent the realization of

the best plans for happiness. The very same day, her father was

ordered by his medical adviser to the South of Europe, and

started next morning for town, to make the necessary

arrangements, taking the butler with him, leaving Alice's mama

to follow as soon as the two c***dren were suitably located at

school.



Lucy and her young mistress consoled each other as well as

possible under the circumstances. But in a few days, an aunt

took charge of the house, and Alice was sent to this school, and

is now in your arms, dear Beatrice; whilst my brother is now at

college, and we only meet during the holidays. Will you, dear,

ask your guardians to allow you to spend the next vacation with

me, and I will introduce you to Frederick, who, if I make no

mistake, is quite as voluptuously inclined as his sister.





PART II.



I will pass over the exciting practices myself and bedfellow used

to indulge in almost every night, and merely remark that two

more finished young tribades it would have been impossible to

have found anywhere.



I had to wait till the Christmas vacation before I could be

introduced to Frederick, who, between ourselves, we had al-

ready devoted to the task of taking my virginity, which we did

not think would prove a very difficult operation, as with so

much finger frigging, and also the use of Alice's leather sausage,

which, as I learnt, she had improvised for her own gratification,

my mount and cunny were wonderfully developed, and already

slight signs of the future growth of curly brown hair could be

detected.



I was nearly thirteen, as one fine crisp morning in

December we drove up to the Hall on our return from school.

There stood the aunt to welcome us, but my eyes were fixed

upon the youthful, yet manly figure of Frederick, who stood by

her side, almost a counterpart of his sister, in features and

complexion, but really a very fine young fellow, between

s*******n and eighteen.



Since hearing the story of Alice's intrigue with William, I

always looked at every man and boy to see what sort of a bunch

they had got in their pockets, and was delighted to perceive Mr.

Frederick was apparently well furnished.



Alice introduced me to her relatives, but Frederick evidently

looked upon me as a little girl, and not at all yet up to the

serious business of love and flirtation, so our first private

consultation, between Alice and myself, was how best to open

his eyes, and draw him to take a little more notice of his sister's

friend.



Lucy, who I now saw for the first time, slept in the little room

adjoining Alice's chamber, which I shared with her young

mistress. Frederick had a room on the other side of ours, so that

we were next door neighbours, and could rap and give signals to

each other on the wall, as well as to try to look through the

keyhole of a disused door, which opened direct from one room

to the other, but had long since been locked and bolted to

prevent any communication between the occupants.



A little observation soon convinced us that Lucy was upon most

intimate terms with her young master, which Alice determined

to turn to account in our favour.



She quickly convinced her femme de chambre that she could not

enjoy and monopolize the whole of her brother, and finding that

Lucy expected he would visit her room that very night, she

insisted upon ringing the changes, by taking Lucy to sleep with

herself, and putting me in the place of Monsieur Frederick's

ladylove.



I was only too willing to be a party of this arrangement, and at

ten P.M., when we all retired to rest, I took the place of the

femme de chambre, and pretended to be fast asleep in her snug

little bed. The lock of the door had been oiled by Lucy, so as to

open quite noiselessly, but the room was purposely left in utter

darkness, and secured even from the intrusion of a dim starlight

by well-closed window curtains.



About eleven o'clock, as nearly as I could guess, the door

silently opened, and by the light of the corridor lamp, I saw a

figure, in nothing but a shirt, cautiously glide in, and approach

the bed. The door closed, and all was dark, putting my heart in a

dreadful Gutter, at the approach of the long wished for, but

dreaded ravisher of my virginity.



"Lucy! Lucy!! Lucy!!!" he whispered, in a low voice, almost

in my ear. No response, only the apparent deep breathing of a

person in sound sleep.



"She hasn't thought much about me, but, I guess, something

between her legs will soon wake her up," I heard him mutter;

then the bedclothes were pulled open, and he slid into bed by

my side. My hair was all loose, the same as Lucy's generally

was at night, and I felt a warm kiss on my cheek, also an arm

stealing round my waist and clutching my nightdress as if to pull

it up. Of course I was the fox asleep, but could not help being all

atremble at the approach of my fate.



"How you shake, Lucy; what's the matter? Hullo! who's this; it

can't be you?" he said rapidly, as with a sigh and a murmur,

"Oh! oh! Alice." I turned round just as he pulled up my chemise,

clasping my arm firmly round him, but still apparently lost in

sleep.



"My God!" I heard him say, "It's that little devil of a

Beatrice in Lucy's bed; I won't go, I'll have a lark, she can't

know me in the dark."



His hands seemed to explore every part of my body; I could feel

his rampant cock pressed between our naked bellies, but

although in a burning heat of excitement, I determined to let him

do just as he liked, and pretend still to be asleep; his fingers

explored my crack, and rubbed the little clitoris; first his leg got

between mine, and then presently I could feel him gently

placing the head of his instrument in the crack, and I was so

excited that a sudden emission wetted it and his fingers all over

with a creamy spend.



"The little devil's spending in her sleep; these girls must be in

the habit of frigging each other, I believe," he said to himself again.

Then his lips met mine for the first time, and he was quite free from

fear on that account as his face was as beardless as a girl's.



"Ah! Alice!" I murmured, "give me your sausage thing, that's it,

dear, shove it in," as I pushed myself forward on his slowly

progressing cock; he met me with a sudden thrust, making me

almost scream with pain, yet my arms nervously clung round his

body, and kept him close to the mark.



"Gently," he whispered, "Beatrice, dear, I'm Frederick, I won't

hurt you much; how in heaven's name did you come in Lucy's

bed?"



Pretending now to awaken for the first time with a little scream,

and trying to push his body away from me, I ex- claimed, "Oh!

Oh! How you hurt! Oh! for shame, don't. Oh! let me go, Mr.

Frederick, how can you?" And then my efforts seemed

exhausted, and I lay almost at his mercy as he ruthlessly pushed

his advantage, and tried to stop my mouth with kisses. I was

lost.



Although very painful, thanks to our frequent fingerings,

&c., the way had been so cleared that he was soon in complete

possession, although as I afterwards found by the stains on my

chemise it was not quite a bloodless victory.



Taking every possible advantage, he continued his motions with

thrilling energy, till I could not help responding to his delicious

thrusts, moving my bottom a little to meet each returning

insertion of his exciting weapon (we were lying on our sides),

and in a few moments we both swam in a mutual flood of bliss,

and after a spasmodic storm of sighs, kisses, and tender hugging

pressure of each other's body, we lay in a listless state of

enjoyment, when suddenly the bedclothes were thrown, or

pulled, then slap - slap - slap, came smarting smacks on our

bottoms, and Alice's light, merry laugh sounded through the

darkness, "Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Mr. Frederick, is this what you

learnt at college, sir? Here, Lucy, help; we must secure and

punish the wretch; bring a light."



Lucy appeared with a candle and locked the door inside at once,

before he could have a chance of escaping, and I could see she

was quite delighted at the spectacle presented by our bodies in

conjunction, for as I had been previously instructed, I clung to

him in apparent fright, and tried to hide my blushing face in his

bosom.



Frederick was in the utmost confusion, and at first was afraid his

sister would expose him, but he was a little reassured as she

went on, "What shall I do? I can't tell an old maid like aunt; only

to think that my dear little Beatrice should be outraged under my

very eyes, the second night of her visit. If papa and mama were

at home, they would know what to do; now I must decide for

myself.



Now, Frederick, will you submit to a good whipping for

this, or shall I write to your father, and send Beatrice home

disgraced in the morning, and you will have to promise to marry

her, sir? Now you've spoilt her for anyone else; who do you

think would take a cruche cassä»" if they knew it, or not

repudiate her when it was found out, as it must be the first night

of her marriage. No, you bad boy, I'm determined both to punish

you and make you offer her all the reparation in your power."



I began to cry, and begged her not to be too hard, as he had not

hurt me much, and in fact had, at the finish, quite delighted my

ravished senses.



"Upon my word," said Alice, assuming the airs of a woman,