In the meantime, Mr. Lovel and Kate had been tasting the most unalloyed happiness they had ever known. After briefly sojourning in all the capitals of Europe, and sampling the delights of the most luxurious brothels to Paris, Berlin, Vienna, Rome and Constantinople, they had at last settled in an enchanting region of the Mediterranean coast, where Mr. Lovel had bought a small but magnificent villa on a beautiful point in the sea. And here they began to put into practice the various ideas suggested to them by their insatiable lubricity.
For some time now they had been invoking the assistance of youth to grace their ruttish exercises. The practice had been begun in a Paris brothel by accident, where they both had taken a fancy to a pretty negro girl of about sixteen who was an inmate there and whose good nature and special skill in sucking the anus and testicles had first roused their interest in her: Kate, although no Lesbian, declared she had never had her arsehole so well tongued in her life, while Arthur himself experienced the delightful novelty of having the girl take his testicles in her warm pink mouth and massage them with her tongue at the same time as Kate herself was sucking his member. These circumstances had led to their taking the talented negress into their travelling entourage, where she served them as a maid as well as assisting from time to time in their pleasures. By the time they had settled in the Mediterranean villa their household had been further augmented by a pretty Turkish boy of about fourteen (whose passionate and exclusive addiction to sucking vulvas had already endeared him to Kate, and in whose hot elastic rectum Mr. Lovel often took a turn by way of variety) and a statuesque middle-aged German woman, a former masseuse whose superb and enormous breasts, combined with her boundless experience in all the most perverse and licentious sexual practices, well fitted her for various ancillary roles in the grand task of heightening and reanimating Mr. Lovel’s rabid sensuality; moreover, these two individuals performed the additional functions of gardener and housekeeper.
And so, a few days after the tender scene we have just described between Richard and Harriet Marwood, this fortunate couple were disposed in the cool private garden of the Mediterranean property. Arthur, reclining in a long chair, was allowing himself to be gently stirred by the sight of Kate being slowly and expertly sucked by the naked Turkish boy; and the light sighs and little moans of pleasure his mistress emitted from time to time afforded him, as usual, a tranquil and serene joy.
“Why, my dear Kate,” he said after a while, “is not Ali giving you some special pleasure this evening? You seem more deeply stirred than usual. Have you taught him some new tricks with his tongue, by any chance?”
“Oh no, Arthur,” said Kate, “the dear child needs no teaching. He is just a little more passionate this evening: look at his little prick, see how it is standing up! We must have Lottchen frig him soon, I think. Would you like that, little boy?–No, no, do not answer me! “she said.” Do not dare stop now ... Ah, that is good, Arthur! He sucks divinely, with such delicacy that there is no strain at all ... Indeed, I shall never finish saying how grateful I am to you for affording me this boy, my heart’s darling.” She smiled mistily at her protector over the boy’s dark curly head as she pressed it between her parted thighs. “I’m thinking, Arthur, that you are the kindest and dearest lover ever a woman had.”
“Why, Kate, it is half selfishness, for your pleasure wakens mine, you know. See,” and he drew aside his silk robe and displayed his already firming member, “that is as much Ali’s work as is the moisture in your own vulva at this moment.”
Kate surveyed the beloved shaft with delight. “Ah, you must put it into me soon, Arthur! For all I like the boy’s tongue tickling and playing in my cunt, there’s nothing like the thrust of a good hard prick to make a woman spend the way she should, and yours is the best and hardest in the world for me... But there is Louise with your drink,” she said as the nude negress came from the house carrying a tray.
Arthur’s hands caressed the girl’s dusky buttocks, his fingers swiftly finding the rosy and wrinkled aperture of Sodom and tickling it shrewdly as she set the tinkling tumbler at his elbow. At this signal, even before he had time to speak, the pretty negress dropped to her knees and took his penis into her wide-lipped mouth.
“By Heaven, Kate,” he said after a few moments, “the girl is really learning how to milk a man’s member!”
Kate laughed. “And Louise, do you not be forgetting what I told you, my girl, that you should use your tongue and lips together if you’re to give a man the real pleasure. Do not leave your hands be idle either, Louise, but squeeze his balls so, that is what a man likes when you’re sucking him – is it not, Arthur?”
But at this moment there was a sudden interruption. Before Mr. Level could reply to his mistress’ question the portly figure of the German masseuse appeared: she too was quite naked, this absence of costume being almost de rigueur in the Lovel household. The woman surveyed the lubricious scene before her for a moment with gleaming eyes, then recollected her errand and handed Mr. Lovel the telegram.
He tore it open, and at once slapped his thigh in delight. “Ah listen to this, Kate–here’s marvellous news: ’HARRIET AND I BEING MARRIED TODAY, WISH ME JOY. RICHARD.’ Why, this is the best news I could have!”
Kate clapped her hands. “Now isn’t that a grand thing!”
Arthur was beaming. “By God, Kate, there goes the last of my worries. The boy is in the best of hands at last, for that young woman will manage his money and him both, and she has more brains than most men. What luck!”
“Ah, and they are both lucky too, I think. For they are well suited.”
“I should hope so,” said Mr. Lovel. “That girl can do anything she sets her mind to. Come now, this calls for a celebration.” He rose, drawing the bulb of his now fully erected member from the negress’ warm and salivating mouth, and caressed it himself for a moment, beaming at the naked members of his household as they stood around him. “Louise my dear, serve that magnum of champagne that’s been chilling so long. We must all drink a toast to my son and his bride.”
In a few minutes they were drinking, their glasses raised in repeated toasts to the young couple in faraway London, pledging their long life, happiness and pleasure in the state of wedlock.
“And now,” said Mr. Lovel, when they were all gaily stimulated, “we shall continue our celebration. And as the bearer of this good news needs some special reward, you shall all help me to spend between Lottchen’s breasts.”
He knelt on the long chair, and at once they look their places, –the masseuse lying with her chest between his legs, the negress taking his testicles in her mouth from beneath, and Ali spreading his employer’s buttocks for the insertion of his active tongue. Mr. Lovel then laid his glowing prick between Lottchen’s superb breasts, which she pressed together on each side so as to embed it completely in the warm and snowy crease, and then began to masturbate him with the soft friction of the great swelling globes.
Mr. Lovel’s eyes gleamed with pleasure as he thus felt the whole region of his loins flooded by delicious sensations. “Kate, Kate,” he cried, “come and tickle yourself in front of me! For it wants only that to complete my happiness.”
But his mistress was already standing above him with parted legs and her moist genitals a few inches from his face. “Oh, Arthur,” she said, “that is what I don’t need to be told to do, for the sight of you taking your pleasure in that fine way is a sight to start any woman to frigging herself.” And she began titillating the ruby point of her clitoris before his enraptured eyes.
In this situation, we must leave Arthur Lovel. And in fact we may well believe that is how he would best like to be left; in a state of voluptuous ecstasy and with every genital sense being entertained, his anus and testicles expertly titillated by a pair of avid mouths, the throbbing head of his member sliding in the satiny trough of a pair of large and snowy breasts, and with his adored mistress joyfully masturbating before his eyes.