The Power of Mesmerism (9 page)

Mr. and Mrs. Etheridge both spent quickly, being each of them so
excited by the idea of what they were doing, but keeping their places
they all went on without stopping, Papa frigging his dear boy Harry,
and making his prick spend copiously, receiving the love juice in his
hand and rubbing it deliciously over the balls and shaft of the cock he
was caressing.

They kept it up deliberately and slowly for some time, so as to enjoy
the two fine young fellows to the utmost, then all come together with
screams and cries of extasy—Frank seeming to control the whole party
by his mesmeric influence in such a way that their very souls vibrated
in accordance with his wishes, the enjoyment of father, mother, and son
being simply inexpressible.

"Ah, Frank, my dear boy," sighed Mr. Etheridge, "you have afforded us a
heavenly treat, but it must now come to an end or we may some of us
actually expire under such excessive emotions."

After dressing and willing the two subjects also to assume their
clothes, Papa and Mamma went away. Frank recalled Thomas and Harry to
consciousness and bantered them about the games he had made them go
through at his command. "Would you believe it? You did anything I
ordered—sucking each other's pricks, and frigging each other, and
doing exactly what I liked to order."

Neither of them would believe it, saying they had only been off for a
very short time and that he had tumbled the bed to make believe what he
said of them was true. At the same time both admitted having had very
confused though pleasing dreams.

A few days after what has just been related, Harry Mortimer paid them
another visit, which the family council had resolved should be a
regular "mesmeric seance."

Besides their young friend they had invited the rector of the parish,
Dr. Stroker, and his two nieces, Blanche and Ada Manners, very pretty
brunettes of sixteen and fifteen.

The day passed delightfully on the grounds where they played croquet,
or retired to the summer house for refreshment.

During the course of the afternoon Mamma and the parson took a walk by
themselves. Mrs. Etheridge, with assumed unconsciousness, pointing out
the beauties of the flowers, or calling his attention to the occasional
glimpses of the sea, which they obtained through openings of the
landscape, till they neared a rustic seat, where she declared she was
so very fatigued she must rest awhile if the Doctor did not object.

Seating herself with a slight sigh of relief, she remarked, "How tiring
the game of croquet always seemed," adding, "do you not think it is
quite absurd for us old people to join with the young ones in such
games?"

"My dear Madame," replied the Doctor, "we are always children as long
as we live. We enjoy the games of youth with zest, even if we have not
the same powers, and it is the same with love, which so enthralls us
that I verily believe the older we get the more enthusiastic we become
in its pursuit. Now confess, my dear Mrs. Etheridge, is it not so with
you?"

"Fie, Doctor, pray don't take advantage of our secluded position to
press that hopeless, wicked suit of yours. Besides, sir," she added
with a laugh, "this is, you know, Saturday afternoon, and such thoughts
can only be prompted by the devil to drive out of your mind all your
ideas for to-morrow's sermon."

The parson now ventured to put his arm round that voluptuous waist, as
he drew closer still to his lovely companion, saying, "No fear of that,
my dear Madame. Can you guess what my text is to be to-morrow?"

"How could I, you silly man?" said Mrs. Etheridge with a very
encouraging smile. "Is it anything out of the common?"

"Well, hem—I think it so, Madame, and one that will bring your sins of
omission to your conscience," answered he.

"Don't keep me in suspense, but tell me at once, you foolish fellow,
you know I can't guess."

"Can't guess—can't guess even! How you do dissimulate, Mrs. Etheridge,
when I know you're always thinking of it, my dear lady. Well then,
it's—it's prick—no, I mean the first commandment—you know what that
is surely, look at this fine specimen of the Creator's work, and say if
you can despise his command, 'to be fruitful and multiply, and
replenish the earth,'" he said, placing in her hand his great big
standing priapus which he had let out of his trousers.

The touch was electric, a shiver of desire ran through her whole frame,
as her fingers seemed to grasp the lovely jewel without knowing what
she was about; her eyes closed and she sank back apparently shocked and
helpless on the seat.

"Dear lady," the Doctor went on, "the Devil can never prevent me
preaching from that text. I could speak extempore upon it for hours, it
was the very first command both to Adam and also to Noah when he came
out of the ark. Dear Mrs. Etheridge, let me touch that divine cunt of
yours. I can't make out what your husband has been about since the
charming Ethel was born that you have had no more children, you surely
have not obeyed that commandment!"

His hands were already under her dress, feeling those splendid thighs,
and gradually working their way up to the seat of bliss.

Mrs. Etheridge's whole form heaved with emotion, he could feel her
quiver under his touches, and mistook it for the modesty of her nature
rebelling at the libidinous thoughts which his rude proceeding aroused
within her, whereas, in reality, it arose from the unbounded lubricity
of her nature, now fired by the intensity of her desires.

The Reverend Dr. Stroker was no timid gallant, he proceeded with
rapidity from one liberty to another, throwing the lady into still
greater confusion. Pressing his lips to hers, he seemed ready to devour
her with his fiery kisses, while Mrs. Etheridge also was utterly bereft
of power to resist his advances, so pulling up her clothes he forced
his legs between her yielding thighs, and soon brought the nose of Mr.
Peaslin to the mark. As it just touched the lips of that seraphic cunt
the effect was irresistible on the slightly struggling lady, who
suddenly opened her legs as widely as possible to meet his charge, and
throwing her arms around his neck, returned his kisses with equal
ardour as she sighed, "Oh, I am undone, give it me now, dear Doctor,
but oh! oh!! oh!!! how shall we take the Holy Communion to-morrow?" as
he thrust so vigorously that she was almost beside herself with delight.

"This is the real communion, to-morrow's ceremony is only a farce. Do
you think that anyone is ever really fit according to the rubric? Away
with such silly nonsense, there is nothing in heaven or earth to
compare with the delights of coition!" And his movements went on, each
stroke of that fine cock filling her vagina to repletion, and arousing
every muscle and membrane of her body to the acme of felicity.

At last both spent together, and they were lying in the state of
lethargic enjoyment when the sound of laughter at a distance soon
aroused them to a sense of their exposed position, and they had barely
time to set things straight before Mr. Etheridge. Frank, Harry, and the
three girls came upon the scene.

No particular remarks were made at the time, but significant glances
from Mrs. Etheridge informed her husband and children of the pleasure
she had just tasted.

They returned to the house for dinner, and afterwards having adjourned
to the drawing room, Mrs. Etheridge ordered the servants to have coffee
and refreshments ready in the ante-room, but upon no account to disturb
their party, as the Doctor was going to give a scientific lecture.

As soon as the servants were gone the parson expressed his surprise at
Mrs. Etheridge's announcement, being, as he said, utterly unprepared to
give lectures at a minute's warning. To which the hostess replied with
a slightly ironical tone in her voice, "But, Doctor, you told me this
afternoon you could lecture upon and illustrate the first commandment
at any time. However, if you do not feel equal to lecturing for our
amusement, my Frank shall show some of his mesmeric tricks which he
acquired in Germany, and you shall be his first subject."

"Not the slightest objection in the world to that, if it will amuse
you, my dear Mrs. Etheridge," replied the rector, "but don't tell me
afterwards that I have been confessing to all sorts of scandalous
things, because I know these mesmeric lecturers can make their subjects
say anything."

During this dialogue Frank had, unobserved by the others, quietly put
Miss Blanche into a state of unconsciousness, then turning to Harry
told him that if he would submit to be again operated upon, he could
make him and the Doctor's niece dance and sing to his orders to amuse
the company.

Harry Mortimer was too good-natured to refuse, and after him Frank also
put the parson and Ada Manners into the same state, then as he looked
around upon his parents and sisters he asked them, with a look of
triumph, what the programme was to be.

Ethel: "You left me out of the little party over the stable the other
afternoon, so now it is my turn to be considered."

Papa: "By all means, my darling, only say what you wish for."

Ethel: "Then we will all strip, and as I wish particularly to feel that
great and reverend prick, I will kneel on the couch and have the Doctor
dog fashion, so we can see all what is going on. First make the two
girls frig each other, then they shall be made to do the same to Harry
and Frank, who will afterwards take their virginities, whilst you and
Mamma will be delighted to gamahuche and help the operation, and after
that we will be guided by our fancies."

This pleased everyone. The subjects were made to strip off everything
except the ladies' boots and stockings, presenting a most luscious
sight to the free-loving family. Then to make up a tableau Frank willed
that the Doctor, naked as he was, should take and seat his two nieces
on his knees, and under his influence each of the two sisters at once
extended a hand to grasp his glorious prick, which at the same time
rose in all its pride of strength, so that their delicate hands, one
above the other on its shaft, still left the purple head towering above
the uppermost by two or three inches at least.

Harry also took his place by the side of Ada, who caressed his
stiffened cock with her disengaged hand, whilst Blanche did the same to
Frank, who had stripped and stood by her side to complete the group.

Beautiful as was this scene, Ethel lost very little time before she
placed herself on the couch on all fours, and as Frank ordered his
subjects, the two nieces fairly dragged their uncle by his prick, till
they got him up behind Ethel, and planted the head of his fiery steed
just within the lips of her longing cunt.

Mr. and Mrs. Etheridge now produced their birch rods, and began to
stimulate the parson with a shower of stinging cuts, the tips of the
birch often also touching up Ethel's bum or thighs and adding very
materially to her erotic enjoyment, as the Doctor fucked in a perfect
fury of lust under the effects of the birching, which fairly scored his
firm, hard flesh, breaking the skin and drawing little drops of blood.

Meanwhile Frank had conducted Harry Mortimer and the rector's nieces to
another part of the room, and willed the two girls to frig each other.
They were perfectly amenable to his every wish, Blanche stretching
herself at full length on a fine rug made of the skin of wild cats
(which are said to have such exciting effects on those who recline upon
them).

Ada was made to reverse herself upon her elder sister, and each opening
their legs with the utmost freedom, frigged and gamahuched each other's
cunts in such a luscious manner as left little doubt in Frank's mind
that the two young girls had often before had rehearsals of the same
game in private.

The mesmerizer and his young friend knelt down also on the rug on
either side of the tribades, and facing each other, embraced with the
most apparent ardour across the bodies of the writhing and excitable
girls. Each of them put an arm round the other's neck, their lips
meeting in the most wanton manner possible as they sucked each other's
tongues, whilst their disengaged hands were applied to their respective
pricks, till the spending moment came upon the group
simultaneously—the two girls almost fainting from excess of pleasure
as they emitted their virgin love juice, whilst the young fellows above
them also spent as they held the noses of their pricks together,
letting the overflow of sperm sprinkle all over Blanche and Ada below.

The other group had had an equally extatic finish, Ethel pushing back
her bottom upon the parson's prick at the critical moment with all the
energy of her maddening lust, and receiving within the inmost recess of
her insatiable womb a perfect torrent of bliss, making her fairly
scream with delight as she sank down on the couch from the voluptuous
exhaustion of the moment, the folds of her cunt tightening and
throbbing upon his delighted prick in such a way that it retained its
stiffness, and soon recommenced another thrilling course with Ethel
lying flat under him face downwards. It was a delicious situation—she
held him so tightly, although his prick did not go so far in, that he
screamed out, "Holy Moses, what a fuck! Her cunt's as tight as a boy's
arsehole!" as he clung to her and ground his teeth in the height of his
excitement.

Mr. Etheridge was behind him now, and using some cold cream on the
Doctor's rough-looking, brown, wrinkled bottom-hole, presented his cock
to the mark, and clinging tightly round his waist soon gained admission
by the reverend back door. How tight and warm it was to his excited
priapus, which answered by a thrust to every heave of the parson's
bottom as he fucked the dear girl beneath him.

Mamma also, not to be left out of the game, mounted on the long couch,
and lying on her back in front of her daughter, opened her thighs so as
to embrace Ethel's face and present her longing cunt for her to suck.
Then reclining her head and shoulders on a large cushion, she called
for Frank and Harry to leave the two girls, and come on either side of
her so that they could both present the heads of their pricks to her
lips, whilst she handled their balls and frigged them till they shot
into her mouth a double flow of the nectar of love which she so loved
to drain to the very last drop.