For those delights which gentle lovers prize, Thou art not fitted, Centaur, in the eyes Of those fair maids who thus they form deride;
Nature has laws by which we must abide.'
Thus spake the Goddess, and her beauty's charm To his nature sounded the alarm;
Her naked shape and the secrets thus reveal'd To his fierce instincts all at once appeal'd.
Extreme desires assail his wanton heart, And tingling fires through all his body dart, Fancy runs riot as he views her form, Her charming naked parts, and glances warm.
To her the Centaur, as he seized her hand: 'Art thou Love's goddess, and my pains withstand;
Can'st thou not quench the burning fires within?
To Venus all divine, no love is sin.'
Thus spoke the Centaur, while her roving eyes Observed his weapon of portentous size;
A lively red suffused her damask cheeks, And her clasped hands her strong emotion speaks.
Not such as won her, when the shipling boy, She first embraced and taught him to enjoy Within her circling arms the prurient bliss:
His latest spasms dying in a kiss.
'Twas not Adonis now, the Goddess fired, To more substantial joys her mind aspired;
Effective means to stir such wanton hearts Had he possessed of such stupendous parts.
Now beat his pulses with inflamed desire, His stallion nature owns the mystic fire, His crimson cheeks betray his burning lust, The Goddess saw it, gently sighed and blushed.
Intense emotions struggle in his breast, And his rude weapon shows its ruddy crest;
Its swollen veins and long, distended length With frequent jerks proclaim its stallion strength.
The wanton Goddess feels the lustful fire, And all aflame, now pants with warm desire, His trembling hands rove o'er her glowing charms, And wild with joy he clasps her in his arms.
Her eyes askance devour the bestial brand, Impulsively she takes it in her hand.
With gentle pressures she his lust requites, And firmer grasps afford him new delights.
The throbbing weapon raised on high its crest, While Venus kneeling pressed it to her breast.
Now too excited long to brook delay The snorting monster urged the prurient play:
So Venus forward on the bank reclined,
While the Centaur, rampant, mounted her behind, With furious thrusts his untaught falchion plies, Beats round the bush, and entrance vainly tries.
But sacred pity acts in godlike minds:
Plants the fierce point between her lily thighs, And lust-distended, twixt the lips it lies, With poignant throbs all swollen and impressed, While Venus labours to engulf the rest.
Constrained by that firm grasp and guided true The stiffened gristle disappears from view.
Propelled by lustful force within it slips, And stretches wide the love-moist roseate lips — Ah! thus forever love will have its way:
So Venus cries, enraptured with the play;
Not less, the Centaur madd'ning impulse feels, And beats the verdure with his horny heels — While roars expressive of his joy are forced From his hoarse throat, and in the woods are lost — Divine sensations now he feels, and new, Convulsive pressures prove her pleasures too, While tingling raptures fill the Centaur's veins, And each convulsion fresh insertion gains, Till gorged at length with monster such as this, The fainting Goddess owns the melting bliss.
With furious thrusts the Centaur's throbbing shaft In Venus' cunt lies buried t the haft, Thrust upon thrust the greedy monster dealt.
While hot with lust the enraptured Goddess knelt.
His joy increased till nature could not more, And his big globes were banging at the door, So close the pressure, despite her pains, The quick'ning pleasure bubbles in his veins.
Too short! too warm! the luscious struggle ends, And with a howl the clinging Centaur spends.
As spouted forth when sweet Narcissus died, From Mother Earth the clear cerulean tide;
So now behold the swollen limb distend And spout the exquisite essence from its end — With furious pressures and impulsive thrust He shoots the torrents of his heated lust, While pent-up nature makes prodigious throes, And the thick juice in right profusion flows.
The Goddess feels this inundation pour,
And sinks exhausted on the verdant floor:
Her flooded cunt the fierce coition owns While sobs of pleasure mingle with his groans.
And sated thus, his passion finds relief:
His dripping weapon slips from out the sheath.
The Goddess rises from the reeking ground, And startled wood nymphs, trembling, gather round.
Convinced at last he has some power to please, They watch his wanton gambols at their ease, Not one so coy she will not gladly share His wondrous gifts, and own their pleasures rare;
In fact, the monster, thus in great request, Soon trotted off to take some timely rest.
'Tis thus that fashion, once set in and strong, Obtains, and rules by force the mouthy throng;
And many a rude exterior hides a charm Which, once 'tis tasted, use conceals the harm.
CHAPTER 9
The governor and I were waiting on the shore ready to welcome Mrs Bond's party on their arrival.
Mrs Bond was younger and more fresh looking than I expected. She had the sprightly vivacious manner of a Frenchwoman, and all the ease and accomplishment of a well-bred lady.
Mary, I did not fancy so much: she was pretty, but there was something reserved and sly in her look and demeanour which rather repelled me; but Jim, with her merry open face, and warm impetuous little ways, was altogether to my taste, and we quickly became close friends. Dick I thought wonderfully improved; he had grown more manly in appearance, and his handsome bronzed face was set off by a full darkcoloured moustache. He met me with the greatest empressement, and his salute was something more than brotherly.
The governor's interest secured for him the appointment he desire, and when he had obtained apartments in a neighbouring lodging house, he entered his duties with zeal and ability. Mrs Bond quickly made herself at home, and the governor, I need not say, was a frequent visitor at her house and was soon fully initiated in all the mysteries of her sanctum.
From the first she brought all he seductive arts to bear upon him, and knowing that he had been made acquainted, through Dick, with all her secret tastes, habits and capabilities, she permitted him to take her in his arms, and after a little coy remonstrance, push his roving hand up between her easily separated thighs and explore with lecherous fingers the secret charms of her ripe and unctuous quim.
Then having carefully secured the door, she allowed him to raise her petticoats and lay bare the hidden beauties that clustered round the junction of her large fleshy thighs; then she even reclined back and spread herself open to afford him the fullest gratification by a near inspection of the gradually swelling mound and full voluptuous lips of her well-garnished cunt.
While he stooped over her, she unbuttoned his trousers, pulled up his shirt, and drew forth his soft and attenuated tool.
'Let me fondle it a moment, my dear sir, it has plenty of life in it yet, it only needs a little attention to flatter and excite it.'
She took it coaxingly in her well-practiced hand and with a stimulating touch passed her fingers gently up and down its shaft and over its pendant head. Then, leaning toward it, she took it into her warm mouth and played around its top and neck with her plaint tongue, while with soft suction she compressed her lips as she moved her head back and forward over it. at last, yielding to her skilful treatment, it slowly filled up and attained a certain degree of firmness and erection.
