Fifty Shades of Victorian Desire (11 page)

When Blanche had a little recovered herself, we again plunged into the lake, to wash off the dew of love, with which we were drenched.

Thus sporting in the water, toying with each other, we whiled away the hot hours of the afternoon, till tired, at length, we left the lake and dressed ourselves. The sun had long disappeared behind the trees, and the shades of evening began to close in, I therefore proposed to adjourn to the villa, where for some time I amused my little friends, with bawdy books and prints. But you are not to suppose that my hands were idle, one being under the clothes of each.

Cerise had thrust her hand into my breeches, and was manipulating with great industry, which amused me very much; but I soon found out the reason, for presently she said, pouting out her pretty mouth, ‘You like Blanche better than me!’

‘I love you both, my angels,’ said I, laughing heartily at the little puss’s jealousy.

‘Ah, it’s all very well to laugh,’ cried Cerise, ‘but I don’t see why I am not to be fucked as well as her!’

‘Oh! I exclaimed, ‘that’s the way the wind blows, is it!’ And drawing the sweet girl to a couch, I tossed up her clothes in a moment.

‘Quick, quick, Blanche!’ cried Cerise, ‘come and gamàhuche the gentleman, and make his yard measure stiff before he begins, for you know how tight I am at first.’

The little Blanche flung down the book she was looking at, and running up to me, placed herself on her knees, then clasping my naked thighs with her milky arms, she seized upon the red head of my thyrsus, and worked her mouth up and down upon it, in the most luscious manner possible. In a few minutes more I could certainly have spent on her tongue, had not Cerise, fearful of being baulked, made her leave off. Then guiding the randy prick into her opening rosy little cunny, she began to bound and wriggle and twist, until she had worked it well in, then twining her legs around my loins, and thrusting her tongue in my mouth, she gave way unrestrained to the joys of sensation. I was astonished that so young a creature could be so precocious, but
I learnt from Madame R …, who had brought her up, that every pains had been taken to excite those passions in this girl; first with boys, and subsequently with grown-up persons. Blanche I had thought most delicious, but there was a furore in Cerise’s fucking which carried you away, as it were, out of yourself.

So great was the delight I experienced with this amorous girl, that I held back as long as possible, but she bounded about with such energy, that she soon brought down another shower of dew, and all was over. I was glad to hide the diminished head of poor Pego, in my white silk breeches, and it being now nearly ten o’clock, I rang for chocolate, which soon appeared, through the trap door, served up in pretty little porcelain cups, with ratafia cakes and bonbons, to which the girls did ample justice. The bell having announced Madame R … at the gate, we went forth hand in hand, having first placed in their pockets a bright new guinea apiece.

Arrived at the gate, I gave her ladyship a pocket-book containing twenty pounds, with which she seemed well content.

‘Adieu, my dear children,’ said I. ‘I hope before long you will pay me another visit.’

‘Good bye, sir,’ cried both the girls in a breath, and the chariot drove off.

Quite tired by this time, I locked the gate, and going round to the front of the villa, I knocked and entered, as if I had just come home, retiring soon after to bed, to dream over again of the joys of that delightful evening.

I am afraid, my pretty Lais, I am in disgrace with you for not writing before, so to excuse my seeming neglect, I will now narrate to you an adventure I have lately had here, which will amuse you very much. You may remember, possibly, pretty Mrs H …, the wife of an old prig of a grocer, whom you met here once. Well, she came to see me the other day, when, after I had done justice to her charms, which indeed are not to be despised, sitting on my knee, and sipping some old Burgundy, for which the fine dame has a great liking, she told me the cause of her visit.

‘As you are so generous,’ she began, ‘it always gives me great pleasure to oblige you, and throw anything in your way that is worthy the notice of such a true Epicurean. Now I have just
received from the country, a niece whose father has been long dead, has now lost her mother, so the good people of the place where they lived, to get rid of the orphan have sent her up to me. This has vexed my good man not a little, as you know he loves his money dearly; not able to get a child for himself, he has no fancy to be saddled with other people’s. But I quieted him with the assurance that I would get her a place in a few days. The girl is just seventeen, as beautiful and fresh as an angel, and innocent as a baby, so I thought what a nice amusement it would be for you, to have her here and enlighten and instruct her. You have I know, a little cottage fitted up as a dairy, engage her as your dairymaid, buy a cow or two, and the thing is done.’

‘But,’ said I, ‘won’t she be afraid to live in the cottage all alone, and if the gardeners should find it out, what would they think!’

‘Nay, sir,’ said the tempter, ‘your honour knows best, but it seems to me that these difficulties can easily be got over. I know an old crone, a simple poor, humble creature, who would do anything for half-a-crown, and be delighted to live in that cottage.

She alone, will be seen by the gardeners, and my niece will be kept close during the two days they work in the grounds.’

‘That will do capitally,’ said I, ‘you arrange it all.’ Accordingly, old mother Jukes and the blooming Phoebe were duly installed. Two Alderney cows occupied the cowhouse, and the new dairy maid set to work. After two or three days had passed, I went one afternoon to see her milk the cows. She jumped up from her three-legged stool in confusion, and blushing deeply, dropped me a rustic curtsey.

‘Well Phoebe,’ said I gently, ‘what do you think of the dairy? Do you think you shall like the place?’

She dropped me another curtsey, and replied, ‘Yes, an’t please ye, sir’.

‘You find the cottage convenient?’ said I.

‘Oh! la sir, mighty,’ cried Phoebe.

‘Very good,’ said I, ‘now when you have done milking, I will show you the poultry yard, and my pet animals, all of which are to be under your care.’

As soon as the fair creature had drawn off as much milk as she required, she placed her pails in the dairy, and smoothing down her white apron, attended me. First to the poultry yard, when Phoebe espied the cock treading one of the hens.

‘Oh, my,’ she exclaimed, ‘that cruel cock, look at him,
a-pecking, and trampling upon that poor hen, that is just the way they used to go on at feyther’s, but I wont let un do it.’ And she ran forward to drive away the cock.

‘Stop, stop, Phoebe,’ I exclaimed. ‘Do not drive him away, for if the cock does not tread the hen, how are we to have any chickens?’

‘Sure, sir, the chickens will come from the eggs, and if he treads upon the poor hen that gate, he will break them all in her belly, other while.’

‘Not at all,’ said I. ‘It is true pullets lay eggs, and very good are such eggs for eating, but they will never come to chickens. It is the cocks who make the chickens.’

Phoebe opened her large blue eyes very wide at this, and ejaculated, ‘Mighty!’

‘Don’t you see, Phoebe, that while he is treading, he is also doing something else?’

‘Noa, sir, I doan’t,’ said Phoebe, demurely.

‘If you look at the hen’s tail, Phoebe, you will see that it is lifted up and spread open, there; now look; and you will see the cock is putting something in the opening under her tail.’

‘Oh, la, yes,’ cried she, blushing as red as a peony; I see now, well I never.’

‘You see, Phoebe, you have much to learn; but come to the stable, and I will show you something more extraordinary. Where, may I ask, do you suppose foals come from? And kittens, and puppies?’

‘Lawk sir, from their mothers, I suppose.’

‘Yes, but they would not come, without they were made; now you shall see what my little stallion pony will do, when I let him into the stall of the mare, and some months hence you shall see the foal he has made.’

To this Phoebe could only respond, ‘Mighty.’

We went to the stable. The ponies were beautiful little creatures, of a fine cream colour, and pure Pegu breed, sent to me from Burma by a friend.

Like all horses of that colour, their noses, pizzle, etc., were flesh colour; and therefore at once caught the eye. Removing the bar that divided the loose box, I let the stallion pass into the other side. The little mare received him with a neigh of welcome.

‘Oh, my,’ cried Phoebe, ‘she seems to know him quite nat’ral loike.’

The stallion began nibbling at different parts of the mare, who raised her tail, and again neighed. Her lover answered the neigh. Soon he began to scent her sexual beauties, which he caressed with his lips, his enormous yard shot out, and banged against his stifle. I pointed it out to Phoebe.

‘Oh, good lud! yes, sir, I sees it!’ cried she, blushing up very red, and trembling all over.

I passed my arm round her taper waist, and gently kissing her, whispered, ‘Now observe what he will do.’

Presently the stallion mounted on his hind legs, embracing the mare with the fore ones, his great pizzle began to enter; the mare stood firm and did not kick. He laid his head along her back, nibbling her coat. He moved backwards and forwards. Phoebe trembled and turned red and pale by turns. The mare whinnied with delight, the stallion responded.

‘See, Phoebe,’ said I, ‘how these lovers enjoy themselves.
Mon Dieu!
how happy they are!’

‘La, sir,’ cried the girl, ‘what pleasure can there be in having that great long thing put into her body?’

‘The pleasure,’ said I, sententiously, ‘which nature gives to those who propagate their kind, and some day my little Phoebe will feel the same pleasure; but look! He has finished, and is out again. See how the female parts of the mare open and shut with spasms of delight. Observe how she cocks her tail – see how she turns her head, as if asking for more. There now, she neighs again.’

But Phoebe was not listening; she had seated herself on a truss of hay, and with her eyes fixed on the again stiffening pizzle of the stallion, had fallen into a reverie. I guessed what she was thinking about, so seating myself by her side, I stole a hand up her clothes. She trembled, but did not resist. I felt her firm plump thighs, I explored higher, I touched her feather; soft and silky as a mouse’s skin was the moss in which I entwined my fingers. I opened the lips, heavens! could I believe my senses. She was spending, and her shift was quite wet. Whether it was accident or not, I cannot say, but she had dropped one of her hands on my lap.

My truncheon had long been stiff as iron; this additional aggravation had such an effect, that with a start, away flew too material buttons, and Jack sprang out of his box into her hand. At this she gave a little scream, and snatching away her own
hand, at the same time pushed away mine, and jumping up, began smoothing down her rumpled clothes, and with great vehemence exclaiming: Oh, la; fie, sir: doantee, doantee, Oh, I’m afeard, etc., etc.

But I was not going to lose such a chance, and began to soothe her and talk, until at length we got back to the same position again. I grew more bold, I kissed her eyes, and her bosom; I handled her lovely buttocks; I frigged her clitoris – her eyes sparkled; she seized upon that weapon which had at first so frightened her, and the next minute I had flung her back on the hay, and was frigging away at her maidenhead, but she made a terrible outcry and struggled most violently. Fortunately, Mrs Jukes had a convenient attack of deafness, and heard nothing; so that after a good deal of trouble, I found myself in possession of the fortress, up to the hilt. Once in, I knew well how to plant my touches, and ere long a soft languor pervaded all her limbs, pleasure succeeded pain. She no longer repulsed me, but sobbing on my shoulder, stopped now and then to kiss my cheek.

Her climax came at length, and then she threw all modesty aside; entwined her lovely legs around my back, twisted, wriggled, bit, pinched, and kissing me with ardour, seemed to wake up to the new life she had found.

Thrice we renewed the seraphic joys; and then and not till then, did I leave her to her poultry yard and her dairy.

She is still with me; an adept in the wiles of love; not the least jealous, but very useful to me in all the other little affairs which I have on hand. As for Mrs H …, I gave her fifty guineas for her niece’s maidenhead; and although I have bought many much dearer, I never enjoyed it as I did with Phoebe.

So now good-night, and if you can sleep without a lover after such a recital, it is more than I can; so I shall seek the arms of this unsophisticated country lass, to allay the fires that recording this narrative has lit up in my veins.

You complain, my sweet girl, that it is long since you heard from me, and remind me that I, of all men, am the only one who could ever give you delight. In reply to your complaint, I must assure you that had there been anything to relate which would have been likely to interest my young philosopher, I should have
written, but I know too well that ordinary love affairs between men and women do not much amuse you, and that the loves of girls for each other are more to your taste. By your other remark I am much flattered; and if you can frame some excuse to your aunt for leaving home, and will come here, I think I can show you how to pass an agreeable afternoon. In the interim I will detail an adventure, which I met with the other day, and I think will vastly please your fancy.

I was strolling out in one of those thick woods which abound in this neighbourhood, when in a secluded dell, I espied two young ladies seated very lovingly together, engaged in earnest conversation. They were so absorbed in their discourse, that I found no difficulty in approaching softly to within a yard of the spot, and, concealing myself in a thicket, sat down on the turf to listen to them.

The elder of the two was a fine handsome woman of about five or six and twenty, with lustrous dark eyes, black hair, an aquiline nose, and noble figure, yet rather too masculine looking to be altogether pleasing. Her companion was a lovely girl of sixteen, a most exquisite face of a perfect oval; laughing blue eyes shaded with long black lashes, and a profusion of the most beautiful hair of a light auburn, which wantoned in the breeze in a hundred lovelocks, forming a most charming picture; her figure was exquisitely rounded in all the witchery of early girlhood, and its undulations raised certain strong desires in my heart to be better acquainted with its beauties.