The Power of Mesmerism (7 page)

They amused themselves by playing with their parents' private parts for
awhile, and then Frank willed them to go to their bedroom. This they
immediately did. Brother and sister left them for a short time,
retiring to their own rooms, and returned quite naked.

Their parents now mechanically divested themselves of every article of
clothing, in obedience to the will of their son, whilst Frank also
willed the housemaid Maud to come into the room naked. This girl, under
his influence, first approached Mrs. Etheridge and sucked her bubbles,
then her cunt till she spent, after which she did the same with the
prick of her master, while Frank and Ethel gamahuched her bottom-hole
and cunt to stimulate her lasciviousness; then she was sent back to her
room.

Mr. and Mrs. Etheridge began to fondle, and after struggling a little
together on the bed, Mamma was pulled onto her husband, and they
commenced a most luscious St. George.

Heavens! What a sight for their incestuous son and daughter! With
greedy eyes and bated breath, they watched that lovely prick appear and
disappear within the loving cunt above it. Now the paroxysm of spending
approached, and their voluptuous furor increased—it was simply
maddening.

Frank and Ethel rushed forwards and with their hands assisted their
beloved parents to experience the utmost possible enjoyment attainable,
which they undoubtedly did, literally screaming with pleasure, as the
spunk came forth in prolific streams.

Frank now determined to run a great risk in allowing his parents to
know what was going on.

First directing his sister to lie on her back on the bed, with extended
thighs, he willed his father to lie on her and himself placed his prick
within her cunt. Then his mother (under his influence) lay on her back,
on the bed by Ethel's side, and Frank, excitedly mounting upon her,
buried his prick within the moist and juicy folds of the delicious cunt
that gave him birth.

As they were all four approaching the divine climax, Frank dissolved
the mesmeric charm and allowed both father and mother to realise the
situation at a moment when it would be impossible for them to resist
the impulses of their carnal nature.

Mr. Etheridge gave a cry of horror, and Mamma screamed with fright, but
Ethel held her father in a convulsive embrace, her erotic fury making
her at the moment as strong as a lioness, whilst Frank for his part
thrust so vigorously at his mother that, in spite of their horror at
the incestuous situation, they all spent simultaneously.

It would be impossible to describe the sense of shame that overcame the
poor parents; they seemed to think they were still under the influence
of some horrible dream, an idea which their children did their best to
foster, whilst they were delighted by the sight of their father's fine
prick stiffening again of itself, from the mere thought of having
enjoyed his daughter.

Presently Ethel and her brother glided noiselessly from the room, but
remained just outside the door to peep and listen. In a moment or two
Mr. Etheridge threw himself upon his wife in a perfect transport of
lust, exclaiming, "What a dream to fancy I've been fucking Ethel, and
what joys she gave me! I feel, dear, as randy as if I had been away
from you for six months!"

"How curious," sighed Mrs. Etheridge, "that I am also excited by having
been dreaming the same thing about dear Frank! Ah, how fine, stiff, and
hot your love of a prick is, my dear, and as moist as if you had really
had the girl. Put it into me quick, love, and I'll fancy you really are
Frank. I'm excited enough to do the real thing at this moment!"

"For shame, wife," responded Mr. Etheridge, "it's an awful sin even to
think about, and yet they do say the great Napoleon used to fuck his
own sisters and aunts, and considered he had a right to enjoy himself
as he pleased."

"Besides," continued Mrs. Etheridge, "there's the case of Lot and his
daughters, and no doubt they were thought quite as respectable as ever
by their acquaintances afterwards. In fact, they must have told about
it for Moses to have known how to write the tale, and he could not have
been very horrified at the incest, as he makes no mention of its being
discontinued by Lot when he found it out. And then, you know, the
ancient kings of Egypt always preferred to marry their mothers or
sisters."

Further remarks were stopped by the necessities of their amorous
combat, so brother and sister retired, fully satisfied that their
parents would soon be as easy as themselves with regard to incestuous
intercourse with their children.

Next day Mr. and Mrs. Etheridge appeared greatly distressed and hardly
able to look Frank and Ethel in the face, but in the course of a few
days this all wore off. Their equanimity returned, and whether owing to
the mysterious influence of mesmerism or otherwise, they afterwards
willingly enacted every species of licentiousness with their own
children.

One day Frank and Ethel related to their parents their experiences at
college and school. Mr. Etheridge was so inflamed at the tale of the
professor sodomizing the boy with the big prick that he declared he
should never rest until Frank had procured him the same pleasure.

"Let me see," he said, "if I can think of a handsome, finely developed
youth, who we can invite here some day for you to experimentalize upon.
Yes, there's young Harry Mortimer. He has got a fine looking lump in
his trousers—a perfect Adonis—I've often longed to handle his cock."

"You old sinner," laughed his wife, "I always thought you a strictly
moral man. And to think your ideas ever ran in such a beastly course.
I, too, must confess, now Frank's mesmerism has made us all free with
one another, how hard it has often been for me to retain my reputation
as a chaste wife. Why there's Dr. Stroker, our rector, who has tried me
dozens of times, and once actually showed me his fine tool when we were
alone in the drawing room. What a beauty it was! I almost fainted with
desire."

"Ah," said Ethel, "that's nothing to what he did with me, when I had to
go to the rectory to prepare for confirmation. I was always alone with
him. He used to laugh and tell me that religion was all humbug, he
himself only followed and preached it as his trade, to get a good
living. He would draw me on his lap, put his hands up my clothes, and
tell me my cunny would soon have a crop of beautiful soft hair on it.
And one day he threw me back and kissed my cunt till I fainted, and
when I came round my clothes were up to my waist, and he was standing
between my legs as they hung over the side of the sofa and frigging
himself so as to spend all over my belly, and after all would not let
me go home till I had kissed and handled his cock. That was just before
you sent me off to Madame Cul's school and no doubt all helped to make
Minette's touches so awfully exciting when she began to seduce me with
her wanton games."

"We'll have a game with him, Frank, my boy!" exclaimed Mr. Etheridge.
"My idea now is that we may all do what we like to enjoy ourselves,
only damn all jealousy. I'm a regular Communist now! Well, when I ride
out to-morrow I will call and ask Harry to spend an early day with you."

"Have you found anything worth reading to us yet, Frank?" asked his
Mamma.

"Yes, a little bit about the quarrels of the goddesses in heaven. It is
an old volume of the writings of the 'London Spy.' Here it is," said
Frank, taking up a book:

POEM

A health Jove began to the best end of Juno, By which they had often
been "Junctus in Uno," The bowl went about with much simp'ring and
winking, Each God lick'd his lips, at the health he was drinking;
Whilst Venus and Pallas look'd ready to rave, That her Goddesship's
scut should such preference have; The bowl being large, hoping the
rather Their amiable rumps might have swam altogether. Thus both being
vex'd, Venus swore by her power, The nectar had something in't, made it
drink sowre: Which Pallas confirm'd by her shield and her sword, And
vow'd 'twas as musty besides as a T—-d But Juno perceiving 'twas out
of ill-nature, That Venus and Pallas abus'd the good creature, Because
to her Peacock, precedence was given, As the best and finest fledg'd
bird in the Heaven; Insinuating under a wink and a snicker, As if the
good health had corrupted the liquor: And finding they'd cast this
reflection upon her, In Juno 'twas justice to stand by her honour: Who
raising her bum from her seat in a passion, To Venus and Pallas she
made this oration: "Pray Goddesses! What do you mean, I beseech it, To
basely reflect on my Tippet-de-wichet? I know by your smiles, leering
looks, and your winks, And your items and jeers, you'd insinuate it
stinks: Dispraising the nectar, well knowing you meant, That a health
to my Tw—-t gave the juice an ill scent. Nay, laugh if you please,
for I know I'm extreamly To blame, thus to blurt out a word so
unseemly. But all know the proverb, wherein it is said, That a What is
a What, and a Spade is a Spade; And now I'm provok'd, for a truth I may
tell it, Tho' as red as a fox, yet it smells like a vi'let. By Jove
I'll be judge, if I am not as sweet, I may say, as a primrose, from
head to my feet. And he, you may swear, who's my husband and lover, Has
kist me, and felt me, and smelt me all over, And if he can say an ill
scent does arise, From my ears, or my armpits, my c—-t, or my thighs,
Like rotten old Cheshire, low Vervane or Ling, And altho' I'm goddess,
I'll hang in a string. Your self, Lady Fair, that arose from the sea,
Sure will not presume to be fragrant as me: The spark that has laid at
your feet all his trophies, Has smelt you sometimes strong as pickl'd
anchovies: But what if he has, were you ranker and older, You'd be e'en
good enough for a smith or a soldier." These words put the Goddess of
Love in a fire, And make her look redder than Mars that was by her. "My
beauty," said Venus, "obtain'd the Gold Apple." "Mine A—-s Kiss,"
says Juno, "you shall have a couple. I'd have you to know, Queen of
Sluts, I defie you, And all you can say, or the bully that's by you.
And as for that Tomboy that boasts she can wield, In quarrels and
brangles, her lance and her shield, That never yet tasted the heavenly
blessing, But always lov'd fighting, much better than kissing: I know
she'd be glad to be ravish'd by force, By some lusty God, that's as
strong as a horse. But who'd be so forward, unless he was tipsie, To
choose for a miss, such a masculine gipsie? A termagant dowdy, a nasty
old maid; Who flights copulation, as if she was spay'd: Which makes me
believe, that under her bodice, She wants the dear gem, that's the
pride of a Goddess." Now Pallas, enrag'd at so high a reflection, Cry'd
out, "I thank Jove, I am made in perfection, And ev'ry thing have, from
a hole to a hair, Becoming the Goddess of Wisdom and War; As Paris well
knew, when he took a survey, Of those parts where a Goddess's
excellence lay; Who strok'd it and smil'd, when my legs he had parted,
And peep'd till I thought his poor eyes would have started. Then
licking his lips, did aver to be true, I was each way as full well
accomplish'd as you. Indeed, Madam Juno, I'll therefore be plain, If
ever I hear these reflections again: I vow as a Goddess, and no mortal
sinner, I shall have no patience, but handle your pinner." With that
the Great Jupiter rose up in hot anger, And looking on Pallas, was
ready to bang her. "Pox take ye," says he, "is your scolding a lecture,
That ought to be preach'd o'er a bowl of good nectar? To drink we came
hither, to sing and be civil; As gods, to be merry, and not play the
devil. Why, mortals on earth, that live crowded in allies, As
laundresses, porters, poor strumpets and bullies; When got o'er a
gallon of belch, or a sneaker Of punch, could not wrangle more over
their liquor. And you that are Goddesses, thus to be squabbling, As if
you were bred up to scow'ring and dabbling! And all for a fig, or a
fart, or a feather, Or some silly thing that's as trivial as either!
For shame, my Fair Goddesses, bridle your passions, And make not in
heaven such filthy orations About your bumfiddles; a very fine jest!
When the heavens all know, they but stink at the best. Tho' ye think
you much mend with your washes the matter, And help the ill-scent with
your orange flower water; But when you've done all, 'tis but playing
the fool, And like stifling a T—-d, in a cedar close stool: Besides,
Gods of judgment have often confest That the natural scent without art
is the best." The Goddesses all, at these sayings, took snuff, And rose
from their seats in a damnable huff: Their frowns and their blushes,
they mingled together, And went off in a passion, I do not know
hither.

"Here's another fine burlesque poem I'll read, if you don't mind,"
continued Frank, "it's called 'Vulcan and Venus.'"

VULCAN AND VENUS

Says Vulcan to Venus, "Pray where have you been?" "Abroad," cries the
Goddess, "to see and be seen." "I fear," says the blacksmith, "you lead
an ill life, Tho' a Goddess, I doubt you're a bitch of a wife." "Why,
how now," cries Venus, "altho' you're my spouse, If you bitch me, you
brute, have a care of your brows; Why sure you don't think, I, the
Goddess of Beauty, By dint of ill language, will prove the more true
t'ye; Be civil, you'd best, or I vow by my placket, I'll make the god
Mars bastinado your jacket!" "Are you there with your bears?" Smung
replies to his Hussey. "Does Mars still refresh your old Furbilo, does
he; I feel by my forehead a coat that is scarlet, Of all kinds of
baits, is the best for a harlot; For beauty, I find, as 'tis commonly
said, Will nibble like fish at a rag that is red; But Hussey, tell me
any more of your Mars, And I'll run a hot bar in your Goddesship's
arse; I fear not your threats, there's a fart for your bully, No whore
in the Heavens shall make me her cully!" "You run a hot bar in my bum,"
quoth the dame, "Its a sign you've a mighty respect for the same; If
your love be so little as to abuse it, I'll keep it for those who know
better to use it; I'm certain no Goddess that values her honour, Would
bear the indignities you put upon her, And not from that minute resolve
out of spite, To improve your old horns till they hang in your light."
"You're an impudent slut," cries the smung at his bellows, "And I the
unhappiest of all marry'd fellows: I know you have made me a ram, I
have seen it, I catch'd you, you Whore, in the critical minute, Fast
lock'd in the arms of your lecherous God, Whilst his brawny posteriors
went niddity nod; And you, like a Slut, lay as pleased and contented,
As if every joint of your body consented; Altho' when you found you
were spy'd by your buck, Then you struggl'd and strove like a pig that
is stuck, And dismounting your God, would have made your escape, But I
saw by your actions it could be no rape; Tho' when you first heard, by
my patting-shoe tread, My approach to your Whoreship's adulterous bed,
I know you'd have flown with your coats and your bodice, And afterwards
vow'd 'twas some other lewd Goddess; But my net was too strong, it
prevented your flying, And so put a stop to your swearing and lying.
Besides, that the Gods might behold what a Slut Of a Beautiful Queen
they amongst them had got, I call'd 'em about, that their Honours might
stand, And be pimps to your Goddesship's bus'ness in hand, That in case
you the truth shou'd hereafter deny, I might call the whole Heavens to
witness you lie." "And what did you get?" cries the amorous dame, "For
the pains that you took, but a Cuckoldy Name; 'Tis true you're
confirmed you've a Whore for your wife, Pray is that any comfort or
ease to your life; And have made it appear to the Gods as a jest, That
your wife's reputation is none of the best; Does that make your labour
more easy or sweet, Or give you more gust to your drink or your meat?
'Tis true, you are fam'd for the net you have made, Pray what did you
catch in't but horns for your head; You know that your rival don't
value a trap, Or a net, any more than a child or a clap; A soldier is
never asham'd of his vices, But rather is proud of a Goddess's kisses;
And thinks it adds more to a hero's renown, To subdue a fair lady than
conquer a town; Your spite must be therefore intended alone, Against
me, and that my little faults might be known; Since 'tis as it is, I am
very well pleas'd, Your head shall be loaded, my tail shall be eas'd;
For since you have publish'd my shame and disgrace, And have made me a
jest to the heavenly race; I'll be impudent now, and whenever I meet,
My dear favourite Mars, tho' it be in the street; If a bulk be but
near, I will never more dally, He shall, if it pleases him, ay marry
shall he; Thus all you shall get by your open detection, Of one silly
error in female affection, Is a wife that will cuckold you worse out of
spite, Now she's catch'd, than before she e're did for delight; To
punish thy head and heart, that very vice, Which I us'd but in private
whilst honour was nice; I'll publickly now practice over and o'er, Till
thou'rt fain'd for a Cuckold and I for a Whore." Cries Vulcan, "Could
ever man think that a Goddess, Admir'd for her charms by such numbers
of noddies, Should ever be curst with so rampant a tail, That will
wallow more love-sap, than I can do ale; A pox on your rump, for I
plainly see 'tis As salt as your parents, Oceanus and Tethys. But had I
first known you had sprung from salt water, The Devil for me, should
have marry'd the daughter; Besides, you are grown both so lustful and
bold, And for all your sweet looks, have a Billingsgate tongue, That is
fifty times worse than a fishwoman's hung. If these be the plagues of a
beautiful wife, O ease me, Great Jove, of so cursed a life; If La Pies
divine, who inhabit the Heavens, Will Whore on like mortals, at sixes
and sevens; Rave, rattle, and taunt at their horrify'd spouses, And
ramble abitching thro' all the twelve houses; For all your fine
features I'll e'en give you over, The charms of a Whore are but plagues
to a lover. Get you gone and be pox'd, to your old bully Mars, Let a
God be a slave to your Goddesship's A—-s; Whilst I'm contempt of your
infamous rump, On my anvil will knock, with a thump, a thump-thump!"