The story of a Dildoe

If she is not too young, and her cunt boasts some hair;
Then my prick going quick, will be brisk as a flea;
And its head ruby red shall fill her with glee.
There is not a woman who boasts of her cunt,
But will welcome the treasure I wear on my front;
' Tis the emblem of love, the staff of all joy,
The woman's true comfort and favourite toy.
Then open your thighs, and let me glide in,
What gives us such pleasure I'm sure can't be sin;
Or if it is wicked I know I've the pluck,
To risk future pain for the joy of a fuck.

' Come, Laura dear,' said Flora, ' that is a very pretty song, but I know you don't play your character of a man true to nature, or you'd be more impatient to get into this open crack that's impatient to receive you. Come darling, I pitied your feelings just now, and frigged you to a spend, and that I suppose is the reason you now are not in such a hurry, but pity me please! My cunt is on fire, look at the instructions, and do for mercy's sake begin.'

' All right Flora dear,' replied Laura, ' but don't be impatient, let Maud lubricate your cunt a little more with cold cream, whilst I read you another pretty tale out of this ' Lays for Light Hearts,' and I then I will read the instructions. Get the machine, ' the darling, in working order, and give you such a jolly canoodleing, or cuddle, or fuck if you like, as it would satisfy you even if you were Messalina herself. Come, Maud, lubricate her fanny whilst I'll read:

THE SUMMER RIDE.
A Story from Piron.

' 'Twas a beautiful day,
And all Paris was gay,
'Twas the morn of a grand parade;
All the ladies were there,
With their faces so fair,
And their toilets so dainty displayed.
Now a sweet little blonde,
Of music so fond,
Had leave too see some of the fun;
But home she must haste,
Not a minute must waste,
As soon as the show it was done.
To the coach quick she hies,
But to her surprise,
Not a seat to be had can she see;
When a swell young and gay,
Says, ' pray don't run away,
You may ride if you'll sit on my knee.'
What else could she do,
Each lost minute she'd rue,
So she daintily sat in his lap;
Whilst the coach journey'd on,
Dropped the folks one by one,
Till was left but this girl and this chap.
Then she said, ' Now Monsieur,
There is room enough here,
For me to sit off of your knee.'
From his knee did she slide,
And sat down by his side,
But oh, what a sight did he see!
On his holiday trousers,
As white as the snow, Sirs,
He saw a red patch where she'd sat;
He could not help saying,
'That's a nice trick to be playing.
What the deuce do you mean Miss, by that? '
Rosy red grew her face, '
Twas an awful disgrace,
But she framed an excuse quick and witty;
' In a phial in my pocket,
The coach gave such a shock, it got broke-'twas red ink, what a pity.'
Then she spoke her regret,
But their eyes never met,
Till of looking straight down she got sick, Sir;
When lifting her eyes, She saw to her surprise,
He held in her view his stiff prick,
Sir. Oh, Sir, do you dare To insult me, but there
Comes my brother, he's sure you to throttle.
Madam! why make this cry,
Dare insult you, not I,
This is merely a cork for your bottle.

' Oh my,' said Maud, ' I do think it is indelicate to write a poem upon that subject, but I remember one night at the theatre, when they played Mazeppa, a lady acted the hero, and after she had gone through her various poses, when she was carried on a kind of couch in a procession. She came on unwell, and having scanty clothing it was apparent to all the house, until the actor who played the Khan of Tartary, threw his cloak over her.'

Whilst Laura was reading, and Maud was talking, Flora had been lolling back, and Maud had been lubricating her quim with cold cream, tittillating her clitoris, and awakening in her feelings of such a passionate character that she could no longer stand any delay.

Looking up, she said: ' Your conversation is very interesting, but Laura, are you going to fuck me or not.'

'Well, yes dear, I will now; let me take off the thing and prepare it for the operation.'

Laura took the dildoe in her hand, and following the directions given with it, she and Maud proceeded to fill the ball or scrotum with a warm mixture of cream and gelatine, which Flora had taken care should be ready. Then it was firmly tied on Laura again, the upper strings were tied round her waist, the under strings round her splendidly moulded thighs, the ball of the dildoe came conveniently under her notch; the stomacher fitted close against her mons veneris, the manly curls that adorned it mingled with her golden fringe, and then standing up fully equipped, ' And eager for the fray,' whilst Flora laid back with gaping cunt, both were ready for.