victory in her favour, she was plunged to the hilt, and Laura could see from behind the sanguinary proofs of success, as the virgin blood trickled over the anus of the victim at every fresh insertion of the india-rubber tool.
This so fired her blood that she took up the knotted scarf, and laid on to Flora's buttocks with all her might, and so stimulated her friend that she worked away as greatly delighted as if she had really been a man, stirring up all the latent feelings of lubricity in the dreamy sensuous Maud, till she became perfectly wild with excitement, actually biting Flora till her teeth made the blood come, whilst she threw her delicious legs and thighs over her partner's buttocks with all the abandon of lustful energy.
' Ah! oh! oh!! oh!!! 'Tis heaven itself. I dissolve. I die. It's coming! Now,now,now, darling, let me feel the celestial juice! ' she almost screamed, as the die away feeling came over her and Flora squeezed the dildoe to emission at the same instant, then both seemed lost as Flora lay listlessly on the top, soaking the artificial weapon in a mixture of sperm, blood, and the gelatinous contents which it had just discharged, as it oozed out in such profusion, till the drops trickled down Maud's thighs to the floor.
' I wonder, ' said Maud, coming to herself a little, and as she felt her cunt palpitate upon the stiff shaft of the dildoe, which still filled her with pleasure, and a sense of satiety it is impossible to describe. ' I wonder if the man really experiences as much pleasure as we do, in the act of coition? '
'No, it is generally admitted, ' said Flora, ' that women experience the most pleasure, their's is a more refined, subtle, soul dissolving sensation, throwing them almost in reality into a state of delightful oblivion when they reach the acme of bliss in the act of emission. The men on their part have a more carnal enjoyment (if I may so term it), as with them it is merely working off the superabundance of animal vigour, which nature constrains them to get rid of in the act of copulation, with them it seems a kind of brutal fury, rendering them oblivious to the fact of their victim perhaps suffering pain from the roughness of their attack, or if they think of it at all, it only adds to their lustful desire to have their way at all risks. '
'Well I think it is my turn to feel a brutal lustful man, rummaging my very vitals with his prick; yes, I'm all impatience for my share of prick,' interposed Laura, ' you both know what it is like, and don't care now about poor little me. Get off Flora, let me take it off, and make a man of Maud for once in her life, and I'm sure she'll be a good one, to judge from the delight she seemed to experience, and will now know so well how it is to be imparted to me; don't blush Maud, its you're place to be more manly, and make love to me, your little expectant bride.'
' So I will my pet, ' replied Maud, ' you shall have no cause to call me selfish, but do let us rest a little first, and I think somewhere in the pocket of my dress I can find a letter from a young lady student at Vassar College, to a friend of mine who gave me a copy, and I brought it this evening, thinking it might interest you two dears, when we had once thrown off our maidenly reserve, after tasting the forbidden fruit, and I did not feel too bashful to read it. '
' And so you shall my darling boy, as soon as I have girded on your artificial cock, I shall take pleasure in contemplating my husband as he reads to his Laura, before going to bed for the first night. '
Maud was soon prepared, and all of them thought that the dildoe actually looked more lustful and ready,after the two good bouts it had gone through. The bridegroom seated on the edge of the bed began to read as follows, whilst Laura sat at his side, fondly caressing with her hand the instrument upon which all her thoughts and expectations were centred. Flora on the left hand of Maud also tenderly supported her with one arm round her waist, the disengaged hand gently frigging herself as the reading proceeded:
NEW-YORK, SEPT. 10TH, 1874.
My dear May,
I told you so, I told you so! Don't ever again laugh at my suspicions. I was all along pretty sure, but after that ever memorable Sunday afternoon I was certain. And now, ho, I have such heaps to tell. I just wish I had you here this very minute, and startle your ears with strange, strange recitals, and dilate your eyes with the sight of, oh, such naughty, naughty things, but you shall know all just as soon as term begins. I don't dare trust the tale to paper. Why can't you stop over on the way up? Do! and Pll agree to set you crazy in just five minutes. I'll show you such treasures as will make you believe I have the original lamp. By the way, do you know I have my own ideas as to the real nature of that lamp of Aladdin's?
You remember he used to take it out and rub it, and as a result something used to come, which gave him all he wanted. You remember he didn't rub it so much after he got that beautiful wife. I believe the story to be one of those tales peculiar to the East, wherein the real truth is told in symbols, hidden in figures. The most scandalous thing in regard to that precious ' lamp ' of Aladin's, is the fact that his mother was the first to rub it, and acquaint him with its virtues. The magician was perhaps culpable. But Eastern habits are extraordinary any way. The fire which he and Aladin kindled was perhaps in one another's veins. What the opening was which he induced the youth to enter really, is evident enough, without my so far encroaching upon the immodest as to name it. You remember the ingenuous Aladin related his strange experience to his mother, who it seems pretended at least to think it necessary to cleanse the lamp, and rubbing it she awoke the Genie, whatever that may have been. An Evil Spirit! Perhaps the Spirit of Lust, the Spirit of Incest! The two were mother and son, but remember they lived by themselves, the one a youth inexperienced, affectionate, and of proper age; the other a woman experienced and husbandless.
Now I have re-written the whole story, making clear, according to my view, the half-hidden meaning of the original. You shall see it.
But it is nothing compared with my discovery. After you've been here ten minutes you'll never again expatiate upon the wonders of the naughty little book you found in your cousin's pocket.
The fact is I was right. My conjectures as to the character of the contents of cabinet were correct! For, my dear, I have found, secured and appropriated that key. The long sought for, long talked of, is mine at last! And the cabinet has been explored! Oh, its fearful! I didn't dream there were such books in the world. Stories, poems, dictionaries, catalogues, and advertisements, all as bad as they can be. And the pictures are simply dreadful! Yes, pictures; coloured ones! with positively nothing left for the imagination. You haven't an idea how perfectly awful they are. Why, its enough to make the very paper they're on blush. Never were such facilities for investigation at the command of a lady of inquiring turn of mind, and I am doing a considerable amount of reading just now. I have suddenly acquired an unaccountable (?) thirst for information, and following the advice of my professors, I am taking full notes of what I read. I began to copy a naughty little story for you, but finally dertermined not to send it, but save it for next term, so I might note its effect. However, I want you posted preparatory to a course of reading, such as I intend to introduce you to, and accordingly from several learned authors works, my notes, etc., particularly the 'etc. ' I have compiled a little vocabulary. I trust you will find it instructive. I have avoided, as far as I know, every appearance of pedantry, and aimed particularly at ' perspicuity ' in my definitions. Further, I have added a few quotations from some of the volumes which are just now engaging my attention. I have been careful to select from the most modest.
The vocabulary is not very full, nor have I attempted to arrange it in alphabetical order, I must admit, but its briefness, I trust, will prove its greatest fault. To amend that somewhat, 1 will send you later a supplement, which I shall begin to-day. Write me at once how you like this part. Don't show it for the world! Somebody will be sure to know my hand. You might copy it to make all sure. Be sure to hide it.
What would the handsome and unsuspecting say, if he only knew of a certain young lady's discoveries, und the liberties taken with his treasures. He is still abroad, perhaps getting new rarities for his collection. I hope so. I wonder how he spends Sunday afternoons. Oh, I shall never forget that! After he returns I shall keep my eyes open, and ready for another such display you may believe, Yours till death,
LUCILLE.
P.S.-Don't fail me; come at least by the Saturday before term, and we'll go on together Monday or so. If you can be here over Sunday we shall have things all our own way. The family, excepting myself, will be over in Jersey, at grandmother's, I shall stay with you.
L.
'How beautifully expressed, and so wrapped up that no one could take offence, are you likely to get the
