Lustful Memoirs

Chapter I

A fine-looking, fresh-coloured youth named Harry Staunton, the son of a London merchant, sent down to the village of Allsport for the benefit of his health, was passing down a lane skirting the town, when his eye was caught by a young and handsome girl whose developed legs were beginning to make the short skirts she wore dangerously exciting to the gentlemen who visited at the house of her mamma and who were obliged to curb their desires and satisfy the excitement of their pricks by closely pressing her to them when they could get her into their arms for a romp. It must be admitted that the warmth of the young lady's temperament urged her to afford them this opportunity as frequently as possible, although she could not account for the pleasure it caused both her and them. They would tickle her round the hips and under the arms, pinch her bottom, and occasionally press her lovely bubbles.

Miss Julia Wynne was in the act of fastening her garter when Harry, turning a corner of the lane, came suddenly upon her. As this was not the first occasion of their meeting, Julia put down her clothes and waited for his approach. He came up and took her by the hand, and she, with a flushed face, expressed her pleasure to meet him again. The night before they had been playing forfeits with some companions, and as the game went on it so happened that she was kissed by Harry, who, without knowing why, slipped his tongue in her mouth and kept it there till his young prick throbbed against her so violently that she felt it against her belly through her clothing. All the evening afterwards they sought every occasion to be together. On one occasion several people fell down on each other. Harry and Julia being underneath, there was sufficient time for him to get his hand under her clothes, insinuate it within her drawers, and then feel her soft, warm thighs and afterwards her cunt, which was just covered with a soft down.

Julia did nothing that night but dream of feeling Harry's tongue sucking her own as he was kissing her and reproducing the same sensations she had felt when his finger penetrated just inside the lips of her cunt. Before morning she had renewed the feeling by the agency of her own finger and only ceased to frig herself when an emission came to her relief. It was no wonder, therefore, that she was glad to meet him.

Harry placed his arm round her waist and, pressing her towards him, kissed her, and slipped his tongue into her mouth. She met it with her own and as they curled amorously around each other he not only made her feel his standing prick, pressing against her as on the previous evening, but, taking her willing hand, made her squeeze it. “Oh, Harry, what is that?” the pretty little creature murmured, pressing her fingers tightly around it of her own accord. “Put your hand, dear, inside my trousers and feel,” he answered, pushing against her as if to make it penetrate her even through her clothes, while she pressed against him with equal force.

Unbuttoning his trousers, she thrust her dainty little hand inside and felt his prick which was so hot as almost to burn her hand. “Feel it, dear, naked, while I feel you,” he cried again, and, stooping until he got his hand under her clothes, he passed it upwards between her thighs and seized her cunt, preparatory to putting his finger in it. Prompted by her sensations, she had that morning left off her drawers and Harry, on finding the glowing and palpitating flesh all naked to his touch, took his arm from her waist and, raising her petticoats up around her, groped her hips and bottom with one hand while he frigged her gently with the other.

She, lifting up his shirt, had taken his cock in her hand; taught by nature alone, while chafing it she began to place it near where his fingers were. They were just on the verge of actually fucking when, to their chagrin, they were disturbed. Coming towards them from the other end of the lane was Miss Birchem, the handsome and voluptuous governess of a school for young gentlemen. She had espied the amorous occupation of Harry and Julia and had seen the excited youth take up the young lady's clothes, thus exposing her white bottom. And she had also seen that which caused still more emotion in her own quim: the prick of the handsome boy fondled by the hand of the girl. The sight had maddened her and for a moment she had been compelled to lean against a tree, which prevented her from being seen by them. While her legs trembled under her she had raised her own clothes above her cunt and, parting the hairy lips, she had thrust her finger in it up to the first joint and commenced to frig with rapidity her sensitive clitoris. This she continued to do-her breasts heaving and her whole body oscillating under the influence of the sensations she was experiencing-until she saw Harry and Julia in that close contact that had the appearance of actual fucking. This brought her feelings to such a height that with a gasp and a quickened movement of her agile waist she spent to such an extent that she almost shrieked as her spunk issued from her.

At this moment Harry had just placed his prick inside Julia's quim. She was lying prostrate and would have lost her maidenhead had he not restrained himself, but just as he had partially penetrated her quivering body and she was kissing him passionately, the Crisis came upon him and he shot forth his spendings on her clitoris, giving her even so pleasure to a greater extent than was attainable by her own finger. This caused Julia to embrace him still more closely, curling her leg around him so as to get him further into her in her desire for a continuance of the pleasure she had hardly tasted.

Miss Birchem, however, came upon them and thus interrupted their amorous sports. This lewd governess had a mad passion for flagellation, preferring first to have her own buttocks well birched by a gentleman while he was frigging her with his finger to assist her in spending. She next liked to flog the buttocks of a gentleman, watching its effect on his prick, especially if he was at the same time fucking a girl, increasing his excitement from time to time and tickling and momentarily sucking his testicles till she at last caused him to spend with a shower of rapture, during which Crisis she would flog him unmercifully. Seeing the charming bum of Julia when Harry raised her clothes filled her with a burning desire to whip Julia while Harry's prick was buried in her own cunt, and copious spending had not quelled the lust with which she burned.

Julia drew down her clothes and Harry tried to hide his prick as the governess confronted them. But she seized them both at once-young Harry by his prick, causing its head to erect itself as much as ever at the contact of her pulpy hand, and Julia by her half-covered thigh-saying, “Oh, you wicked children, what are you about together! What has he been doing to you, Miss, with this naked cock of his? Do you not know it is very wrong of you to let the boys put their things into your cunt until it is covered with hair like mine? See here.” And giving a furtive squeeze to Julia's quim to ascertain if it had been spent into, she pulled up her own clothes, displaying to the fascinated eyes of Harry limbs of surpassing beauty, thighs smooth and white as ivory, and belly of ravishing sweetness, below which was a tuft of dark hair which was moist from her recent emission, while in the midst of it could be seen the pink lips of a full but closely shut cunt. “There, Miss,” she said, enjoying the admiration with which Harry viewed her beautiful quim, “you must wait till you have hair like this on it before you can enjoy the insertion of a prick as I do.”

“It does give me pleasure now,” said Julia, fixing her eye upon the swollen prick of her lover rather than upon the handsome nude limbs of the governess.

“But it ought not to and I shall give you a good whipping for your wickedness,” said the lewd and sensual woman, her whole form glowing with excitement as she gloated on the lovely bottom of Julia, which she had wholly uncovered. She left her victims and gathered a huge handful of birch which was growing all around them. Julia blushed as she saw her tying it together with some ribbons that she took from her pocket, her bottom tingling with the mere anticipation of what she was going to receive, a sensation not altogether unpleasant but novel. The governess, now armed with this verdant rod, took Julia by the hand, saying, “Now I must whip you to correct your naughty feelings, but as you have excited me by allowing me to see you take this young gentleman's prick in your cunny, I must insist on his putting it into mine. When I was your age a gentleman put his cock into me but he hurt me so dreadfully by fucking me that I have never been able to allow anyone else to do so, nor could I marry for this reason; therefore I am compelled to take lads to fuck me and Master Harry here must do it now. Come to the bank,” she continued, “and sit down so that you can take me on your lap and put it up from under me while I am taking Julia across my knees to give her a warning that she must not be fucked again until she is more of a woman. There is no one near or to disturb us while we are doing it.”

The lecherous woman made Harry sit down upon the grassy bank. His prick was erect and hard and throbbed violently with desire to be in the beautiful woman as she raised her clothes behind her, displaying once more her glorious legs and thighs with the most superb pair of large white buttocks that it was possible for a lady to expose. She seated herself with her legs well divided upon the lad, who in his eagerness to thrust his hot burning prick into her dark cunt seized her around the waist, creating a jealous feeling in the mind of Julia to see how readily he was prepared to fuck a cunt other than her own. The governess once more seized his prick and, sitting down upon it, guided the moist head-not into her cunt as he expected-but up her bottomhole, which he found quite elastic enough to receive him. Excited as he was, he began to fuck her there as though he were buried in her quim, while she, taking up Julia's dress all around her and thus exposing the cunt of the lovely girl as well as her bottom, made her lie across her thigh, keeping her between them and holding her victim in this position by passing her right leg over, shuddering with lust as the naked flesh came in contact with her own. She then gently separated the buttocks and examined with looks of fire the lovely little pink hole which looked like a pouting rosebud. She laid her finger flat between the cheeks and gently pierced it, an action which caused Julia to press violently against the thighs of the governess and contract the muscles of her bottom. The governess then seized the birch and commenced to flog her with sufficient severity to make her plunge and indulge in such contortions as to afford most delicious sensations to the operator. When Harry's prick was buried in her bottomhole to the very balls she grew nearly frantic with delight and continued lashing the bottom under her eyes with a vigour that increased with every subsequent thrust that Harry made in her bottom.