Forbidden Fruit - The Original Classic Edition. Anonymous Anonymous

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      A classic Victorian erotic novel

       FORBIDDEN FRUIT

       LUSCIOUS AND EXCITING STORY AND

       MORE FORBIDDEN FRUIT OR

       MASTER PERCY'S PROGRESS

       in and beyond

       the Domestic Circle

       LONDON

       1905

       PREFACE My readers of Forbidden Fruit may wish to know the origin of the work. It was this way, whilst I was staying at an out of the way village on the Sussex coast, I used to take long solitary walks, and several times saw a very beautiful girl sitting on a secluded part of the downs, attentively reading what looked like a manuscript in a black cover. Naturally I concluded she was some very studi-ous young lady trying to improve her leisure, as she did not appear anything like the frivolous novel about what she was so intent upon.

       One day, on the same foot-path, I picked up what I believed to be her manuscript book, and looking curiously at the contents, was surprised to find it was a tale of the grossest kind, scenes of love and lust depicted in the most realistic manner, with Prick, Cunt, Fuck and other things mentioned in the plainest language.

       I sat down on the bank to enjoy this unexpected voluptuous treat, when suddenly I was startled by a breathless exclamation of:

       "That's my book! Oh, give it me back, Sir; I must have dropped it as I passed along here, a short time ago, and ran back to find it."

       "Your book, Miss. I was just looking to see if there was any address in it, when I saw what it was about. Excuse my looking, it was

       done quite innocently, and your secret is safe with me."

       Realising at once the shame of the thing, she gasped for breath, flushed crimson, and then turning pale as death, fell fainting at my

       feet, before I could catch her in my arms.

       Reclining her against the mossy bank upon which I had been sitting, I rubbed and chafed her hands, squeezing her fingers quite painfully, in order to bring her to herself, but for several minutes without success, as there was no chance to obtain either water or brandy in such a place.

       Presently she murmured "Fuck me! Shove in into me! I want it all--I must have it now;" and a succession of bawdy expressions,

       quite shocking from the lips of such a young girl, as she could not be more than seventeen, at most.

       It was incredible she could be so depraved, but it seemed a striking confirmation of what a doctor once told me, viz, that even the most virtuous girls often use frightfully obscene words, when recovering from a fainting fit.

       Anyhow, I resolved not to take advantage of her, and behave honourably to her.

       As she came round a little she opened her eyes with the question: "Oh! where am I?" And catching sight of me holding her hands so tightly, all her shame returned to her in quite an overwhelming sense, and bursting into tears, she cried so bitterly, it was a long time before I could reassure her.

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       Promising to keep the secret of her book, I only asked one thing, and that was that she would not avoid me, and allow me to see her again.

       This of course led to a close friendship between us; I lent her a variety of voluptuous books, and she let me have the manuscript to copy for my printer, but would not impart to me how she came by it, saying: "Some day, perhaps, after I am married, then I will let you Fuck me, and tell you all; it will not be long, my wedding is fixed to come off in two months time; I'm a virgin and mean to be so till I have my husband, but have to thank your forbearance that dreadful day when, you found my book, and did not take advantage of the situation. I both respect and love you for it."

       She would permit me every familiarity but the one thing. We Frigged, Sucked, and enjoyed every other pleasure, both abroad, and

       in my own rooms, where she would visit me, having perfect liberty, living with an old nurse of hers; so not a soul in the place knew anything about either of us.

       When we parted it was, "Au Revoir," and some day I may have more to tell.

       THE AUTHOR. FORBIDDEN FRUIT

       How well I remember my early days, almost to babyhood when it was always the care of my beautiful mother to bath me herself eve-ry day; there was also Mary my nursemaid, but when Mamma had to be away at any time the supervision of my bath was delegated

       to her sister. Auntie Gertie, a pretty girl of sixteen or seventeen.

       Till six or seven years of age I slept in a cot in my parents' own bedroom. Papa was a very dark fine handsome man, Mamma

       equally so, or much more beautiful to me, had lovely golden hair and deep blue eyes full of love for me in every glance.

       I can just remember one day when Mary and Auntie Gertie were giving me my bath, I thought they were looking at my little spout,

       as I said saucily: "What are you looking at, Papa has got such a big one."

       Amongst the tricks I used to play on my nurse was one of suddenly running up to her and raising her skirts in fun, so one day when Mamma was bathing me, I suddenly said, "Mamma dear, Mary has such a lot of hair at the bottom of her belly;" making the poor girl blush crimson, as she explained my tricks to Mamma.

       Another time to Auntie Gertie: "You should see my Papa hug my Mamma like a bear in bed."

       After this my cot was removed to the nursery, as Master Percy was getting too observant.

       What romps I used to have with Mary; then when I was about eight or nine years old, I often would insist upon sleeping with her,

       always creeping inside her night dress, to nestle close to her soft warm flesh.

       I would kiss her titties and pretend to be a little sucking pig, as I played with her belly even as low down as the hairy part, which she always resisted my handling by keeping her own hand over it.

       Often her motions were very curious; I fancied she was rubbing herself between her thighs, and she would finish with deep sighs

       and what seemed to me a tremulous shudder; generally she would also kiss me ardently.

       Time passed on and I was growing quite a big boy. Somehow Mary and myself seemed instinctively to avoid ever mentioning our bed-fellow games; as far as I was concerned, there seemed something too good to be told, even to Mamma.

       I must have been nearly twelve when Mary had to go home for a few days, to nurse her mother, so Auntie Gertie took her place in the nursery.

       She saw me to bed about eight o'clock, and then went away, leaving me awake, wondering if she would let me get into her bed. Bye and bye I heard her enter the room, so pretending to be asleep, closed my eyes as she came to look at me, with the lamp in her hand. "What a beautiful boy, if only I dared!" I heard her say softly to herself. Then placing the lamp on a table, she came again to the bedside, and imprinted a warm kiss on my cheek, then another and another. Opening my eyes in apparent surprise, I threw my arms round her neck and gave her back kiss for kiss; this went on for quite a minute or two, till she said, laughing and blushing at the same

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       time: "What a silly, spoony boy you are, Percy; I thought you were asleep."

       "Oh, no, Auntie Gertie, dear, I do love you so, and when you kissed me

       I could not help paying you back; don't you love me a little?"

       "Now go to sleep, there's a good boy, I must go to bed myself, put your head under the clothes, if I catch you peeping at me, I'll

       whip your bottom, that's all;" drawing the sheets up over my face. "Now keep like that, till the light is out."

       If I could not see, my ears listened till I heard the well known ripple of her water in the chamber pot and out of shame impudence whistled, the same as I had heard the groom do to Papa's horse when he wanted it to piss. Sudden darkness.

       The sound of that rushing stream electrified me; sensations I had never experienced before coursed through my veins, my little


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