Victorian Porn Friday #14

The excerpt today is from Forbidden fruit luscious and exciting story and More forbidden fruit or Master Percy’s progress in and beyond the domestic circle, from 1898.

A number of people have commented on how Victorian porn is surprisingly normal. The truth is that people are people, whether in the 1800′s or the 2000′s, and fucking is fucking. But there were certain subjects which were much more commonly found in Victorian porn than are considered acceptable today (save for a small niche that’s into that particular kink). One of these subjects is incest, and the selection today should be enough to fill your Incest-O-Meter for the next week or so. (And it isn’t by any means the most incestuous scene I’ve come across in Victorian porn. This excerpt is fairly “normal” Victorian incest, relatively speaking.) Enjoy, and if this sets you to Frigging, try not to injure your Prick or Fanny!

Needless to say, Victorian Porn Fridays are NSFW. (Sometimes Victorian porn is also NSFL, just sayin’. Victorians didn’t seem to have much of a problem with incest and ephebophilia and other things like that.) Victorian Porn Fridays are only for those over the age of 18, as the content is explicit. Clicking to read more constitutes agreement that you are over the age of 18 and sexually explicit material is legal in your area.

This excerpt is from “Forbidden fruit luscious and exciting story and More forbidden fruit or Master Percy’s progress in and beyond the domestic circle” (it’s a brilliant name, isn’t it?) published by Anonymous. Published in 1898.

“Mary dear, do you think Mamma is fond of Fucking, and does Papa do enough for her? What do you think?”

“I don’t believe one single man would satisfy you Mother or you aunt; I will tell you a great secret of something I once saw, which so upset me at the time, that I rally think if a nice young man had been there, my maidenhead would never have been left for you.”

The summer before last, you will remember Capt. Devereux your uncle, and who of course is brother to both your mother and your aunt, stayed here for a week, before he went to India, where he is now; he tried to be very familiar with me, but I was too shy and ran away when he tried to give me a kiss.
You know your mother’s boudoir is only separated from this room by the big closet between, which is used for hanging up dresses, as that is so much better than having them folded. You know what a roomy place it is, with a long row of pegs on one side, and the big linen press at the end; besides the door into the corridor, there is one into the boudoir, half glass covered with a pink silk blind.

Well, one day I was in there taking out the dresses, to keep them free of moth when I heard the key turned in the lock of the door into the corridor, and your mother’s voice: “No one can go in there now, and we can’t be disturbed,” as the Captain and his two sisters entered the boudoir. I don’t know why I didn’t knock to be let out at once, but when I thought of doing so, I heard the Captain’s voice:–I suppose, Selina, you must be first. I want a Fuck awfully bad; we’ve got the whole morning to ourselves, so there is plenty of time for Gert; and my dear sisters, how we shall miss each other when I can never visit you. It’s an awful bore being sent out to India, but I suppose there will be game amongst the officers’ wives and daughters; our Colonel takes out all his family and has two or three fizzing girls who will soon ripen in the Indian sun.

“Oh, Horace,” exclaimed your Mother. “I never had such a fucker as you, and you taught me and Gert all we know in the Art of Love. Come to my arms, my brother, the more wicked it is to be Fucked by you, the more piquant is our enjoyment:–Take it out, Gert, and put it into me, I will do as much for you presently, and lick him up too, if I make him too limp.”

You may be sure I could not resist a peep, and at once thought of Solomon’s proverb about the “Wonderful way of a man with a Maid,” and now was a chance to learn something. So kneeling behind the glass door, I slipped a little corner of the blind aside and what did I see? Your own Mother leaning forward over the scroll end of the couch, with her dress and skirts all turned up over her back; she had on black silk knickers trimmed with a golden fringe, and light pink silk chemise and stockings; the Captain was opening her drawers and putting the tail of the chemise aside, whilst your aunt was busy unbuttoning his trousers and taking out “Oh, such a big beautiful Prick,” quite nine or ten inches long, which she presented to your Mother’s bottom, and I really thought he was going to push it into the wrong place, but his sister directed it lower down, and I could just see the lovely fleshy lips of your Mother’s Cunt, as it fairly sucked him in, she pushing out her bottom in the rudest possible way, to meet his advance.

His shaft was as white as ivory ornamented at its base by reddish brown hair, and as his hands took a firm grip of her buttocks, drawing them towards him every time he pushed home, and I could see each movement, it was a sight to impress a girl like myself, who had never yet surrendered to a man. Ravishing indeed to watch the amorous play of your Mother’s splendid Cunt, as he worked in and out, withdrawing till he nearly exposed the inflamed head of his Prick, then plunging in again to her apparent delight.

The black silk showing off the white skin to perfection, but what impressed me most as I watched the piston-like action of the Captain’s affair, was to see how the fleshy lips of her Fanny clung to it each time it withdrew. I could hear quite an audible sucking sound, and those lips gradually deepened in colour from their original fleshy tint, till at the apex of excitement they were quite a splendid vermilion hue; then came the emission, which must have been copious as it spurted out in thick creamy and frothy jets, as he continued to work on.

“Horace–Horace–let me have it, balls and all–spunk into me now!” your Mother almost shrieked in her frenzy.

“Now! Now! Selina, I’m coming–I’m bursting my love–Oh, Gert, work your fingers well,” was his response, whilst your aunt was doing all she could to increase his ardour by working her lingers in his bottom-hole.

I was almost frantic myself at such a sight. My hand could not but seek my own gap, and quite unconsciously rubbed and frigged myself, whilst I feel sure my eyes must have been starting from their sockets, so intensely was I fascinated by the incestuous scene enacted before me. Within a few minutes they ran another course, and came again with cries of pleasures and bawdy expressions.

The Captain now withdrew, his machine hanging down looked quite crestfallen and limp, covered with glistening spend which dripped off on to the floor; your Mother retained her position, as if too tired to get up, when to my surprise your aunt Gert, proceeded to kiss and suck her sister’s reeking Cunt which was still all of a quiver, those now vermilion lips twitching as if still anxious for more.

Pushing the thighs as wide apart as possible, your aunt buried her face between those luxurious buttocks, and seemed eager to secure every drop of the precious elixir that was slowly oozing out. “Oh, how lovely!” your mother said, with a sigh of pleasure; “Come to me Horace, let me revive the drooping courage of your glorious Prick; whose lips but mine ought to raise it again for dear Gert? What intense felicity you gave me, my dear?” as he placed himself kneeling on the couch so as to bring his affair into position for her to take it into her mouth, which she did with great avidity, her hands gently holding back the foreskin and caressing his hairy balls, as first giving a good suck in her mouth she proceeded to titillate the little orifice in its head with the tip of her velvety tongue. The effect was marvellous to me. The before limp affair almost jumped into life again by a series of jerks till it stood even more proudly than ever. How she fondled that resuscitated Cock and handled his balls till his eyes started with lust, and his bottom wriggled as if he would soon be brought to the spending point again.
“No, no, I won’t make you come Horace. Let Gert have her due, she’s a dear girl, and never jealous of me, are you Gert? So I let her be as much Fred’s wife as I am, and we three have some rare razzle-dazzles, I can tell you, same as we do with you.”

Selina, your Mother, now made Gert lay on her back on the couch, and inserting her brother’s Prick in the beautiful Cunt you know so well, “There, dears, go on and I will do all I cam to add to your pleasure;” saying which, she pulled Horace’s trousers down to his heels, and turning his shirt tail well up, handled his balls from behind for a few moments:
“Ah, you Fucker,” she exclaimed, “you like Gert better than me, but no matter–there–there–there–there–go on and Fuck her. Spend into her!” giving four tremendous slaps with her hand, which made him fairly wince.

Then as if suddenly remembering something, she opened a long box ottoman, and took out a bunch of birch twigs, elegantly tied up with ribbons, with which she proceeded to attack his firm looking fleshy rump.

“Lay on Selina, don’t spare me, drive me well,” said the Captain. “That’s just what is wanted.”

This excited my imagination to the utmost; how could a whipping add to his enjoyment. Selina did not keep me waiting long, she touched him up smartly, giving light stinging strokes, at least I feel certain they must have been stingers, to judge from the lovely rosy tint she soon raised on those firm white buttocks of his, which gradually quivered more and more as he worked rapidly in your aunt’s pretty Cunt; I could see his white shaft almost withdrawn, to be plunged in again with ever increasing verve. The more Selina whipped and made his bottom smart the more furiously he Fucked her.

Presently your Mother shifted her position, so as to cut towards the division of his bottom, and make the tips of the pliant birch even reach the jewel bag, which was about to shoot its balm of love into her sister.

Gert was almost mad with lust; she fairly squealed: “Fuck faster, you dear brother, let me feel it well up at every stroke–Oh, I must come now, Eeecch?–what a gust–what a man to poke–my love, I’m spending–oh, Heavens–How delicious!”

After a short rest, laying soaking his tool in that flood of mixed love juice, he was going to withdraw, but Selina interposed.

“Gee up–Gee up–you haven’t half done your duty yet, Sir; hold him tight, Gert, and I’ll soon make him start and keep up to it properly.”

Your aunt clasped him tightly in her arms, renewing her kisses on his lips, darting her tongue into his mouth; then finding he returned her kisses and did not attempt to get away, one hand stole down to his now languid Prick, and began to Frig it, keeping the head still within the lips of her inflamed Cunt, whilst your Mother began to lecture him.

“So, Sir, you don’t want to go on Fucking my sister, when you owe her so much pleasure, but I’ll see you don’t defraud her of what is fairly due;–will you move Sir, or, must I scalp your bottom, for you, eh?”

“You’re used up and languid, are you? I believe you will go to sleep on the top of Gert–there–there–move will you!” giving a couple of very vicious cuts, which left a lot of long fiery marks across his bottom.

“Oh, Selina don’t, you hurt so, let me rest a minute or two.”

“No, Sir, no; got on this minute. Gert, take that thing out of you, and show me how it is–what a limp, lazy, done-up looking thing;” as the Captain, raising himself a little off Gert, gave a chance to your Mother, who at once smartly switched her birch about the ruddy head of Mr. Coocks, as your aunt exposed with the foreskin drawn back.

“Ah-r-r-r-re, Oh! I can’t stand that Selina; you are cruel.”

“Cruel–then put it back into Gert’s Cunt, and I will whip your backside well, till you do Fuck her properly, Sir.”

Saying which, she pressed him down on her sister, who put the smarting head into her nest to soothe it and your Mother keeping her left hand on the middle of his back, went on whisking the twigs in every direction across his buttocks, till the red smacks showed all over the surface, and little drops of blood oozed from the excoriated skim; I could see he winced under her severity, but his Prick swelled visibly at every stroke, and Gert heaved up to meet each thrust, as he plunged on with erotic fury, throwing her pretty stockinged legs over his loins, giving me a splendid view of her luscious Cunt as the vermilion lips clung round the white shaft of his tool; there seemed to be such a lot of sperm mixed up in her vagina that in spite of the sound of the birching which your Mother kept up regardless, of which bottom had the benefit of it, I could hear sloppy noise each time his affair plunged up to the hilt in that well lubricated receptacle, the frothy creamy looking spend hanging in patches about the hair which embellished their parts, running over his balls, and trickling in quite a rill between the parting of her thighs.

At length Selina dropped the rod, and kneeling behind them used both her hands to tickle his balls and Frig his Prick, holding back the foreskin in a way that must have been almost painful as she seemed to drag it backwards, then suddenly letting his Prick go as she felt the crisis coming, rammed a couple of her well oiled fingers up his bottom-hole and Frigged him there, exclaiming: “Horace, well done, I felt the bursting throb. Wasn’t it splendid Gert, dear?”

6 Responses to “Victorian Porn Friday #14”

  1. Emily

    Thank you so much for continuing <3

    This is seriously some of the best stuff ever! I'm really glad I read Cracked~

  2. Vermillion Hue

    Rather than being disgusted, I laughed. HARD.

  3. DTL

    Thanks for keeping this up! This has been an… interesting installment ;)

  4. Jo

    Hahah “spending”

  5. Amy

    I’m glad you’ve started doing Victorian Porn Fridays again! Love it!

  6. Jimmy

    I jacked off to this.

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