favourite position, Doctor Jonathan, which brings me now to my question: I enjoyed being fucked from behind, and Mr. David Taylor has had me in various situations: standing up, me on top, sitting on a chair, etc. But I honestly prefer the good old-fashioned way of laying on my back in a comfortable bed and letting the man do most of the work! Am I missing out on hidden joys? Yours affectionately, Mary Smyth-Bedforde 69 Balls Pond Road London, N. July, 1895
DOCTOR JONATHAN REPLIES:
Madam,
This is a psychological problem and I believe that you both need to work towards a solution. Certainly, your partner must respect your views and never force you to take part in activities which do not give you pleasure. The so-called 'missionary' position, where the man lies on top of the woman whose legs are spread apart to accommodate him, is the commonest sexual position by far, throughout Europe. It is so popular simply because it is, in my view, the most comfortable sexual position of them all! However, there can be many refinements which are detailed in Fucking For Fun by Professor Kenneth Hall and A Gentleman of Quality, a volume I would recommend to all interested in this grand sport. It may be purchased at Hotten's, Piccadilly and other specialised shops for twelve shillings and sixpence and is worth every penny.
With regard to the missionary position, Professor Hall comments that the sexual act performed thus can be even more enjoyed if the woman twines her legs around the man's waist as he is then capable of thrusting deeper into her vagina with increased sensation accruing to both as the entire length of the man's penis is then stimulated. Another most favoured way to extract additional joy is for the woman to learn the ancient Chinese art of Youg Me Dous, a most clever method of tightening the vaginal muscles enabling her to clasp the entire shaft of the man's penis. This also stimulates a feeling of closeness via the leg embrace, setting it aside from the simplest, straightforward position in which the woman simply lies prone, her legs apart and straight out and where there is therefore only a minimum of body contact.
But variety is the spice of life, Madam, and I think you will miss out if you do not at least experiment with alternative methods of fucking. One of my own favourite positions is that of rear entry. The girl balances herself on her hands and knees, her legs spread as the boy enters from the rear. This can be made more pleasurable if the woman bends forward, throwing her bum cheeks up in the air as high as possible. This method is frowned upon by some misguided moralists as being too 'animalistic', though anatomically it is a most natural position for sexual contact. A girl can support a boy's weight more easily since she is on her hands and knees with her back and thigh muscles (the strongest in the body) working. Both of the boy's hands are free to fondle and stimulate the girl's breasts, nipples, legs and bum and indeed can thrust his penis inside the vagina whilst at the same time frigging her clitoris to afford his partner extra joy.
Another position I can recommend was demonstrated to my by Miss Susannah O'Mahoney, the well-known bicyclist. Being athletic, after I have inserted my pego inside her oily love channel, she manages to keep one leg on the bed and is then able to lift the other one right up over my shoulder so that she is almost performing 'the splits'.
This enables her to spend very quickly as different positions of the legs create different pressures inside the vagina and this particular exercise makes my cock seem larger and penetration even deeper.
My advice, therefore, is to follow an empirical philosophy regarding your fucking. Partake of all the many joys of love-making, refining those arts that you enjoy and discarding those which you do not find pleasurable. This will take some time to accomplish, for the Indian Kama Sutra lists at least twenty major sexual positions, though Professor Hall insists that there are really only six, with all others being mere variants.
Dear Doctor Jonathan,
I will not hide behind a veil of false modesty. I am nineteen years old, raven-haired and blessed with a pretty face and a pleasing bodily development of large breasts, a small waist and long legs. I have been fucked by a clutch of lovers, including Sir Ronnie Dunn, Count Gewirtz and even the great cocksman himself, Mr. Peter Stockman.
All these gentlemen and the others whose pricks I have sucked and fucked have given me great pleasure, but none have managed to make me spend as liberally as my next door neighbour. What is so surprising about that? you ask. Well, my next door neighbour is a sweet-faced girl of the same age as myself, who I did not realise harboured lesbian tendencies until an experience I shared with her last week at Lord Adrian's Midsummer Ball for Aged Booksellers at Bourne Castle, near Ashby de la Zouch, Leicestershire. Although the dancing did not begin till past nine o'clock, the weather was extremely close and my neighbour-her name is Miss Clare Ponsonby-and I found ourselves sitting outside the ballroom on the terrace. We had deliberately not filled in our cards for the fourth and fifth dances as we had guessed that the room would become extremely hot.
'Georgina, why don't we go down to the stream at the bottom of the garden?' suggested Clare, and I readily agreed with her idea as I thought we could well find some cooler air there. 'I have left two large towels there which we can sit upon and let the air get to our bodies,' she added. We made our way carefully down to the stream, and even thought it was now almost ten o'clock, there was still some light coming from the darkening sky. The stream runs through a rather deep bank and as we clambered down we heard some rather exciting sounds emanating from behind a bush. Who should we discover there but Mr. Oscar Wilde buggering a pretty young man who was in Lord Bourne's service. 'Mr. Wilde, I thought you had turned over a new leaf!' scolded Clare. 'So I have, my dear,' panted the poet, thrusting his prick in and out of the poor lad's bum.
'Only I have begun at the bottom of the page!' I burst out into a fit of giggles as we moved further along the wide bank, when Clare said: 'Why don't we cool ourselves off by taking off our clothes and lying naked in the grass. I see that the towels I brought down earlier have not been purloined by others, so we have something upon which to lie.' We lay naked together on the large towels Clare had thoughtfully provided and I was resting peacefully, when the wicked girl rolled over and nibbling in my ear said: 'Darling, you have the most fabulous breasts. I wish mine were as plump as yours with such large, beautifully formed pink aureoles and high-tipped nipples.'
I was so dumbfounded that I said nothing when she placed her fingers around my left nipple and began to roll it around on her palm until it stiffened up like a miniature cock. She then placed her hand upon the fine downy hair that covered my delicate notch and began to massage my thighs. The experience was not totally foreign to me as we had experimented in such matters at St Carola's Academy For The Daughters of Gentlefolk, but though I had enjoyed the experience at the time, I had reserved my pussey exclusively for cocks and dildoes since those days. However, Clare's busy fingers made my heart quicken and my whole body tremble with desire. I soon felt quite light-headed as she took all the liberties she desired with me, kissing and sucking my pretty breasts, frigging my erect little clitty and handling my bum cheeks lasciviously. When she eased a finger into my dampening crack, I sighed and raised up my bottom to enjoy to the utmost the delicious sensations. Now her finger was joined by a second and then a third as she finger-fucked me at an ever-increasing rate.
Clare now moved up over me and, still keeping her fingers embedded in my cunt, kissed me passionately on the mouth. Her velvet tongue slithered between my lips to make contact as her fingers plunged in and out of my juicy cunney. Oh, it was such blissful agony!
The clever little minx then left off her manual stimulation and replaced her fingers with her tongue as she grasped my bum cheeks, one in each hand, and buried her face in my pussey, her mouth pressed against the soft, yielding flesh, probing my slit gently with her tongue. Soon we were entwined together in a soixante neuf. Her head was firmly ensconced between my thighs whilst my own tongue licked and lapped around her sweet snatch. My mouth was now glued to her dripping slit and I rolled and flicked my tongue across her delicious pussey, sucking and nipping at the tender clitty in much the same way as she was working at me. We sighed and groaned together as we lay side by side with our heads deep between each other's legs.
I was tonguing deep inside her beautiful cunney and her juices were flowing freely and her clitty was quite enormous with excitement. I nipped her clitty again, playfully sucking and biting it as she in turn sucked up the love juice pouring from my own pussey, licking and lapping with a great ardour. 'Ooooh! That is delightful!' I panted. 'Now please pull on my clitty and make me spend!' The gorgeous girl wrenched her mouth from my sopping muff and replaced it for a second session with her long, tapering fingers. Immediately, she found my swollen love-button and stroked it expertly. Before my body began thrashing wildly about in a frenzied ecstasy as she slid a finger into
