Fifty Shades of Victorian Desire (10 page)

We were at last brought to our senses by a long drawn sigh,
and kind-hearted Mrs. J said, ‘Oh! how selfish of me to forget that poor girl, this night will kill her.’

With that she slipped out of bed, telling me to lay quiet, and with a little whispering soon got under Mrs. M’s sheet, but I knew Mrs. J was not now good for much, so was not surprised when I heard her say, ‘Charlie, you may come and kiss us if you like, but, mind, nothing else.’

I was quickly with them, and it was then for the first time I felt the swollen cord that had startled Mrs. J. It was quite as large as many pegoes, very firm, and longer than anything I ever knew; in fact I felt for its end, fearing it might be a man in disguise, but I quickly found it was not, and so after some gentle kisses and soft strokings, which made the little woman move, I seized the firm cord between my lips, and between mumbling it, biting it, and soft caresses, she soon came to a climax, and this extraordinary woman now again surprised me by sending her first tribute of love from her with the force of a man.

At her desire, I, nothing loath, continued my kisses, but at last she said to Mrs. J.

‘Oh! darling Nina, do let him finish properly, I cannot go on like this.’

‘Yes, do,’ said Mrs. J to me, and while Mrs. J continued toying with poor M’s breasts, I drove my staff home, and it had now been erect so long it seemed quite numbed, and without any feeling, which bode ill for poor Mrs. M who I now knew was in for a long bout, but she bore up well, in fact was a perfect glutton, and though I kept her spending at frequent intervals, I was at last able to reward her with a plenteous tribute of love, after a violent and noisy encounter, during which Mrs. Jenkins kept telling us we would wake all the crew, but it was of no use, we were wound up, and for days I carried the marks of the bites and scratches I received, and I fear in turn left some ugly bruises.

As we at last lay exhausted, Mrs. J said, ‘Well, I did think you two would never have enough of it.’

I stole back to my cabin, but before the voyage was over we had many pleasant nights, and Mrs. J who was not looking forward to meeting her old husband at Bombay, as he was such an old fumbler, confided to me her great ambition was to have one other child, and she was sure her husband never could get one.

However, a short time after landing, I got a letter from her to say the old fumbler was as proud as a peacock, but you naughty boy, I am sure I ought to have told you that I did not want twins.

GENTLE READER
,

Before transcribing my correspondence with my fair friends, it is necessary to describe the scene of the amours alluded to in the letters, and also to say a few words regarding the chief actor, myself.

I am a man who, having passed the Rubicon of youth, has arrived at that age when the passions require a more stimulating diet than is to be found in the arms of every painted courtezan.

That I might the better carry out my philosophical design of pleasure without riot, and refined voluptuous enjoyment without alloy, and with safety, I became the purchaser of a suburban villa situate in extensive grounds, embosomed in lofty trees, and surrounded with high walls. This villa I altered to suit my taste, and had it so contrived, that all the windows faced towards the road, except the French ones, which opened on the lawn from a charming room, to which I had ingress from the grounds at the back, and which was quite cut off from the rest of the house. To render these grounds more private, high walls extended like wings from either side of the house and joined the outer walls. I thus secured an area of some five acres of woodland which was
not overlooked from any quarter, and where everything that took place would be a secret unknown to the servants in the villa.

The grounds I had laid out in the true English style, with umbrageous walks, alcoves, grottoes, fountains, and every adjunct that could add to their rustic beauty. In the open space, facing the secret apartment before alluded to, was spread out a fine lawn embossed with beds of the choicest flowers, and in the centre, from a bouquet of maiden’s blush roses, appeared a statue of Venus, in white marble. At the end of every shady valley was a terminal figure of the god of gardens in his various forms; either bearded like the antique head of the Indian Bacchus; or soft and feminine, as we see the lovely Antinous; or Hermaphroditic – the form of a lovely girl, with puerile attributes. In the fountains swam gold and silver fish, whilst rare crystals and spars glittered amidst mother o’pearl at the bottom of the basins.

The gardeners who kept this happy valley in order were only admitted on Mondays and Tuesdays, which days were devoted by me entirely to study; the remaining five being sacred to Venus and love.

This garden had three massive doors in its walls, each fitted with a small lock made for the purpose, and all opened with a gold key, which never left my watch guard.

Such were the external arrangements of my Caproe. Now, with a few words on the internal economy of my private
salle d’amour,
and I have done.

This apartment, which was large and lofty, was in its fittings and furniture entirely
en Louis Quinze,
that is to say, in the latest French mode; the walls were panelled, and painted in pale French grey, white and gold, and were rendered less formal by being hung with exquisite paintings by Watteau. Cabinets of buhl and marqueterie lined the sides, each filled with erotic works by the best authors, illustrated with exquisite and exciting prints, and charmingly bound. The couches and chairs were of ormolu, covered
en suite
with grey satin, and stuffed with down. The legs of the tables were also gilt, the tops were slabs of marble, which, when not in use for the delicious collations (which were from time to time served up, through a trap door in the floor) were covered with rich tapestries. The window curtains were of grey silk, and Venetian blinds, painted a pale rose colour, cast a voluptuous shade over the room.

The chimney piece was of marble; large, lofty, and covered
with sculpture in relief, representing beautiful naked children of both sexes, in every wanton attitude, entwined with grapes and flowers, carved by the hand of a master. The sides and hearth of this elegant fireplace were encrusted with porcelain tiles of rare beauty, representing the Triumph of Venus, and silver dogs were placed on either side to support the wood, according to the style in vogue in the middle of the last century.

To complete the
coup d’oeil,
my embroidered suit of garnet velvet, plumed hat, and diamond hilted sword were carelessly flung upon a chair, while the cabinets and sideboards were covered with costly snuff boxes and China. Such were some of the striking features of this delightful chamber. As for the rest of the house, it was furnished like any other, respectable domicile of our times.

My establishment consisted of a discreet old housekeeper, who was well paid, and not too sharply looked after in the little matters of perquisites and peculations; a bouncing blooming cook, and a sprightly trim housemaid; who were kept in good humour by an occasional half guinea, a holiday, and a chuck under the chin. Beyond these innocent liberties they were not molested. As for the gardeners, they lived out of the house, and being as well paid for their two days’ work as if they worked all the week, it followed that they knew their own interest too well to manifest any undue or indiscreet curiosity as to what passed in the grounds, when their services were not required.

Having thus given a sketch of the premises, I proceed at once with the letters, only expressing a hope that you, most courteous reader, will quietly lay down the book, if it is too strong for your stomach, instead of falling foul of.

Your humble servant

THE AUTHOR
.

You ask me, most charming Lesbia, to relieve the ennui which your too venerable and too watchful lord causes you to suffer, with his officious attentions, by a recital of some of those scenes which are not visible to the uninitiated; and I, having always been your slave, hasten to obey.

You must know then,
chère petite,
that I have certain convenient
ladies in my pay, whom I call pointers, forasmuch as they put up the game.

Last Thursday, as I lay stretched on a sofa, absorbed in that most charming of Diderot’s works ‘La Religieuse’, the silver bell which communicates with the southern gate, gave tongue, and roused me from my lethargy. I sprang to my feet, and wending my way through that avenue of chestnut trees, which you and I, Lesbia, know so well, made direct for the gate. Here the well-known chariot met my eye, and it only required a glance at the smart coachman to show me that jehu was none other than Madame R … herself; and a devilish handsome groom she made, I can assure you.

An almost imperceptible raising of the eyebrows, and a gesture with her whip handle towards the interior of the carriage, told me all I wanted to know; so first looking up and down the road, to see that we were not observed, I whispered ‘ten o’clock’ and then opened the door. ‘Come my little darlings’, said I, to two delicious young creatures, who coquettishly dressed, with the most charming little hats in the world, and full petticoats that barely reached their rose-coloured garters, sprang, nothing loth, into my arms. The next minute we were all three standing in the garden, the door was locked, and the chariot drove off. The elder of my little pets was a blooming blonde, with soft brown hair, that shone like gold, melting eyes of the loveliest blue, and cheeks tinted with the softest blush of the rose. A pert little nose slightly retroussé, carmine lips, and teeth like pearls, completed a most delicious face. She was, she said, just sixteen years old. Her companion, a sparkling brunette, with dark eyes, raven hair, and a colour that vied with the damask rose, was about fifteen. They were charming children, and when I tell you that their limbs were moulded in the most perfect symmetry, and that their manners were cultivated, elegant, and gay, I think you will agree with me that Madame R … had catered well.

‘Now my little loves,’ said I, giving each a kiss, ‘what shall we do first; are you hungry, will you eat?’

This proposal seemed to give great satisfaction, so taking each by the hand I led them to my room; and patties, strawberries and cream, apricots, and champagne disappeared with incredible rapidity. While they were eating, I was exploring; now patting the firm dimpled peach-like bottom of the pretty brunette, now inserting a finger into the pouting hairless cleft of the lovely
blonde. The latter was called Blanche and the former Cerise. I was beside myself with rapture, and turning first to one and then to the other, covered them with kisses. The collation finished at last, we all went into the grounds, and having walked them round and shown them everything curious, not forgetting the statue of that most impudent god Priapus, at whose grotesque appearance, with his great prick sticking out, they laughed heartily, I proposed to give them a swing. Of course in putting them in, I took care that their lovely little posteriors should bulge out beyond the velvet seat, and as their clothes were short, every time they swung high in the air, I had a full expansive view of those white globes, and the tempting rose colored slits that pouted between them; then, oh! the dear little feet, the fucktious shoes, the racy delectable legs; nothing could be finer. But the sight was too tantalizing. We were all heated; I with the exertion of swinging them, they with the wine, so they readily agreed to my proposal to proceed to a retired spot, where was a little lake lined with marble, not more than four feet deep. We were soon naked, and sporting in the water; then only was it that I could take in all their loveliness at a glance. The budding small pointed breasts, just beginning to grow; the polished ivory shoulders, the exquisite fall in the back, the tiny waist, the bulging voluptuous hips, the dimpled bottoms, blushing and fresh, the plump thighs, and smooth white bellies. In a moment my truncheon stood up hard and firm as a constable’s staff. I put it in their hands, I frigged and kissed their fragrant cunnies, I gamahuched them, and then the saucy Cerise taking my ruby tipped ferrule in her little rosy mouth, began rolling her tongue round it in such a way, that I nearly fainted with bliss. At that moment our position was this. I lay stretched on my back on the grass; Blanche sat over me, a leg on either side, with my tongue glued to her rose. Cerise knelt astride of me also, with her posteriors well jutted out towards me, and one of my fingers was inserted in her rosebud. Nor were the hands of the delicious brunette idle; with her right she played with my balls, and with the forefinger of her left hand she exquisitely titillated the regions beneath. But human nature could not stand this long; so changing our position I placed Blanche on her hands and knees, while Cerise inserted my arrow, covered with saliva from her mouth, into the pretty Blanche. She was tight, but not a virgin, so after a thrust or two, I fairly went in up to the hilt. All this while Cerise was tickling me, and rubbing her
beautiful body against me. Soon Blanche began to spend, and to sigh out: Oh! oh! dear sir, give it me now! Shoot it into me! Ah! I faint! I die!’ and as the warm fluid gushed into her, she fell prone on the ground.