Chapter 1

All my life, as it seems to me now, have I entertained thoughts of fucking and of all such erotic pleasures as can precede it. In this I have been well led by others, though the dullards of this world may feel that I should have lent such talents as I may have to more meritorious ways of passing my years.

Had it not been for a certain incident, my development in the amorous arts might well have come much later than it did-to wit, on my seventeenth birthday. Up to that memorable day I had led a life of some seclusion, had frequently been berated for a bookworm, and entered little into the social pleasures, though my sisters-Emily and Harriet-would have frequently drawn me into them if they could.

Lest I plunge too soon into the beginning of my story, permit me to say that I was fortunate to be born into a family of good standing and of sufficient wealth to ensure that worldly goods were not wanting. We inhabited a house in that part of Buckinghamshire where hunting, idling, and attending parties and balls were the main orders of the day. I, being the youngest, lagged in such pursuits. Emily was eighteen months my senior and Harriet all of two and a half years. Tom, an elder brother, was commissioned to a cavalry regiment and little to be seen.

I am thought not to be ugly nor splendidly good-looking but of passable mien and a manly figure, which by the age of which I speak had brought me to a goodly height so that some actually thought me older than my years. I was said to have a pretty face, which annoyed me muchly, and my sisters and my cousin, Gwen, some-rimes teased me about it.

Our servants counted seven, but since none play any real part in my narrative, I will refer to them only occasionally by name and nothing else. They came and went like ghosts and, like ghosts, finally departed.

Of immediate neighbours we had none in the sense that townfolk understand the word. Nestling as it did in widespread acres, our house was sheltered and secluded. That part of the grounds which immediately adjoined and surrounded the house was of Italianate aspect, with several pieces of large fine statuary so positioned among the trees and shrubs as to merge with the whole and give the grounds an air of ancient grandeur. My grandfather had had these pieces transported from Rome and, it was said, had paid highly to ensure that no damage came to them during the arduous journey. The stone of which the statues were cast was white and seemed to remain miraculously so, though it was rumoured that our head gardener made a personal chore of constantly cleaning the various nude figures of males and females so that the limbs and the more intimate parts that were revealed remained unsullied.

How strange it is that modesty of a social nature ordains that females should remain covered from ankles to neck in the sight of males while such sculpted representations of fair and nubile forms should be allowed to display breasts, nipples, thighs, buttocks, and even some hint of a cunny twixt the voluptuous legs! In the ft same wise, of course, I had noted on visits to the coast with my sisters that men might bathe nude, though separate from the ladies, while the latter were required to wear costumes. Frequently would I see Emily and Harriet giggle and blush at the sight of dangling cocks and swinging balls, yet at the time I curiously gave little if any sexual connotation to this in respect of my sisters.

This then was my background, and though it is somewhat sketchy, I would not bore the reader with such domestic details as might send him scurrying for a more lively account of life to read.

Say I life, when even the beginning of my tale is as wicked as would seem? To this I reply yes, for I soon learned to find no shame in the sweet conjunction of male and female organs, nor did I give a fig whose they were. In this I had good mentors, as shall be seen. The pleasure was all, as soon as I was to know.

So I revert to the day which I deem to be that of my conversion. We had lunched well in the company of one of my mother's female cousins, Selina, who rejoiced much in her name, which other females envied as much as they did the voluptuous aspect she presented.

She was at this time, I would say, in her thirtieth year of thereabouts, being possessed of a Spanish or Turkish look (inherited from her Mama) with dark hair, bold dark eyes, and a quite superb figure of which I was soon to see more than I realized. Not long after coffee, we were joined by two of my sisters' friends, which was as well in the forthcoming circumstances, for they were diverted to the gardens with Emily and Harriet while I adjourned to my room. There I engaged myself for a while in the poems of John Donne, which I frequently loved to quote, believing foolishly that this marked me as one of learning though in fact it tended to bore a number of my friends and drove my sisters to distraction.

A little while after I had entered my room and flung myself down upon the bed, my mother entered and asked me whether I might not prefer to take the fresh air with the others.

"No, Mama, for I am perfectly happy," I replied and wondered a little at her expression, which seemed a trifle anxious.

"Well then," she replied, "we "shall not disturb you nor anyone us, for your Papa and I have business matters to discuss with Selina. Should your sisters come upstairs, tell them, for I do not want them bursting in on any account."

To this I of course assented, though it seemed to be utterly strange that Mama should go out of her way to tell me this, not having done anything of such a nature before. Nor could I imagine that the lighthearted and ever gay Selina would have anything of import to discuss that might not be heard by others, though we did not of course make a practice of overhearing our parents' conversations and would have considered them for the most part dull.

So much did all this stir my mind, in fact, that I finally became curious and, leaving my room, edged along the upper hallway until I was able to ease into a large linen cupboard which adjoined my parents' bedroom. There being but a wooden partition forming the small wall between, I was enabled to hear what passed within. My astonishments were manifold, as was my complete arousal. For long moments I thought to have entered into a dream, since up to this time I had thought of Mama and Papa as naught but the most respectable people.

Now curiously enough, before I continue, I must avow that they remained so to the outer world, which is surely where the term appertains. In all respects, whatever their deeds, they remained courteous and considerate and harmed nor man nor beast, seeing ever to the welfare of the servants and all that made for a general coziness of life. Therefore I deem their lives to have been better led than those of canting hypocrites who near starved their servants, allowed their children to be cruelly treated at boarding schools, and saw in the main only to their own comforts while ever parading a prayer book in one hand.

So vivid was the experience I was about to enter into that immediately afterward I wrote down all I could remember of it, to the very words used, and hence transcribe it here that it may come better alive than by duller reportage.

"Selina, what a naughty party you had," I heard my mother declare. Then came a giggle from her cousin, who asked, "Oh, did you hear of it?" My father's voice then intruded, declaring that what little they had heard indicated as fine a sporting evening as may ever have passed. At this Selina pretended some coyness, it being said by Mama that she would tickle her if the truth did not out.

This was immediately followed by a screech and a little cry from Selina together with much noise of the bedsprings, all of which made my heart race.

"Off with her dress, dearest, for we shall not be disturbed, and how often have you expressed a desire to uncover her lovely legs," Mama's voice came to me.

"Not to say her bottom and all else! What pretty frilled drawers! Come, Charlotte, pull them down that we may view her little treasure house at last." This being said by my father amid many "No, no's" from Selina, there was much thumping and laughter, a little screech or two, and then very distinctly the sound of kisses such as in the circumstances made me feel quite faint.

"What naughty ones you are-oh, do not open my legs so! Oh, Edward, oh, Charlotte!"

"Off with your clothes too, Charlotte, my love, and lie upon her, for you two will be as merry as two doves in rubbing your pussies together," said Papa, who added, "Shall we not then make her tell the truth? Oh, my goodness, what a bottom she has, what titties! Good, my pet, you are fair in position now between her thighs as I swear others were at her party from all we hear. Come now, Selina, confess it. Roll her upon her hip, my love, so that I may put my cock to her bottom-while you kiss her."

It may be well believed that my thoughts could scarce contain such erotic visions as were created in my mind by these remarkable utterances. Much panting sounded, kisses were freely exchanged, and from all three came the most profound sighs.

"Ah! do not let him put it in there, Charlotte! Oh, the naughty man would have it up my bottom! Ah, your kisses make me feel faint. Let me tickle your cunny even as you are tickling mine. Is it not true that you dealt in this wicked manner too with Lady Ebury? Ah, stop, he has got his knob in!"

"Hold the cheeks of her bottom well open, Charlotte-she has as tight a hole as any I have known. Ah, my goodness, what warmth, what sweetness, what heaven!"

"Oh-hooo! I cannot bear it-it is too big-do not hold me so, Charlotte. Ah, you are making me come!"

"As did several ladies and gentlemen at the party, Selina, did they not? Were you not fucked on the table in sight of all and did your brother not put his cock to your bottom during the merriment?"

"Oh, what shame! I was held down. Truly, I could not prevent it-the wicked things had planned it so. Ah! I cannot catch my breath! Edward, desist, for your prick is too big up there. Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh!"

"Press your bottom well down upon it, Selina. I have well longed for this moment," Mama declared amid many moans and kisses. "What a Venus figure you have! Turn her up upon her hands and knees, Edward, that I may see you bugger her properly. Come, Selina darling, let me now slip beneath you so that we may kiss. What a delicious trio!"

All this and more that I might recount had long raised my throbbing cock into my palm. Faint and dizzy with a thousand desires that had never previously manifested themselves, I leaned my forehead against the partition and rubbed my prick fervently, bewitched by all that I heard and imagining in my fervour the naked forms of Mama and Selina amourously entwined while Papa's prick did that which I never dreamed a man's penis might do, by entertaining itself twixt the female nether cheeks.

Long ere the combatants in the adjoining bedroom had finished, my sperm had jetted and bubbled out upon my hand, rivuleting through my fingers and dripping to the floor in considerable abundance while my legs shook and felt weak. Dry of mouth and feeling quite pale, I stumbled forth, little caring in my dazed state that I might be heard. Reaching my room, I cast myself down and, with my cock still dripping and pulsing faintly, gazed up at the ceiling as one who has stumbled upon a magic cave the like of which had not been seen before.

All thoughts of the past appeared to have vanished from my mind. The very books in whose dusty thoughts I had so often dipped my mind seemed now as useless as fallen leaves. All counted for nought save the voluptuous visions and the lewd words whereby I had been so unexpectedly entertained. Indeed, so cataclysmic was the experience that again and again I had to remind myself that it was not a dream and that my beautiful Mama and the seductive Selina had actually unclothed themselves and embraced together with Papa in the most licentious manner.

Thus as I lay nursing my cock, a profound change came over me and I yearned for magical powers whereby I might pass invisibly through the walls of my parents' bedroom and see all that transpired and to gaze upon the naked, lovely limbs of both Mama and Selina, who I now had no doubt were perfect goddesses in their unclothed states.

Thus, not to put too much of a pun upon it, did many veils fall from my eyes. No longer did I gaze upon Mama-nor Emily nor Harriet-as hitherto, but my vision sought to pierce the coverings that clothed their forms that I might thereby gaze upon their breasts and thighs, bottoms and pussies. Indeed, so immediate became this desire that I hastened down into the garden to join my sisters and their friends, for I feared to again approach my parents' room lest I be overheard.

"How flushed you look," exclaimed Emily to me when I joined them on the lawn, for she was ever slightly the more forward of my sisters and much given to remarks that were considered "cheeky" by adults.

"It was the heat of my room," I replied and, so doing, met the gaze of Gwen, a pretty girl of seventeen who was so often a visitor that I had scarce really looked on her closely before. Now that I did, I found myself quite entranced, though perhaps conscious that this was in part a result of my astonishing experience. Her breasts protruded well through her dress and gave promise of certain nubile splendours beneath, as did the trimness of her ankles and an occasional glimpse of her calves.

Something in my eyes made her blush slightly, though not out of annoyance, and Emily and Harriet, perceiving this, smiled at one another in that secretive way that girls do, which annoyed me. Or perhaps I was embarrassed, being conscious that the comely forms of my sisters attracted me now almost as equally as did Gwen's. As to Gwen's companion, she was a mousy little thing to whom I gave no thought.

I left therefore such conversation as there was to the girls while continuing to allow my eyes to idle over them. Of the three, Harriet was the tallest and perhaps of an occasionally more haughty mien, whereas Emily looked ever mischievous. Both were slender, albeit that it was a slenderness that was deceptive, for their breasts were firm and full, as were their bottoms.

From time to time during these moments I would turn my gaze up towards the main wing of the house where I imagined Mama, Papa, and Selina still disporting themselves. Emily once or twice followed my glance and asked me with great curiousity why I was so looking.

"Oh, it is nothing. I was merely watching the swallows," I said, though the thought crossed my mind as to what might occur if I had said that I wondered whether Papa still had his prick in Selina's bottom. Was all the world made so? I wondered. Letting my gaze dwell ever more fondly upon Gwen, Emily, and Harriet, I lewdly imagined each in turn presenting her naked bottom to my cock and felt it thicken and stir anew.