Fifty Shades of Victorian Desire (18 page)

‘It must indeed be fine to be fucked by such a fine prick as you say Tomkins has, but tell me, Susan, has anyone else in this place besides Tomkins and James ever fucked you?’

This was leading up to what was evidently the uppermost thought in her mind, for when I replied: ‘Yes, Master Freddy sometimes looks for my favours and seems pleased when I gratify him.’ She smiled, and said, ‘I thought so: now dear Susan, tell me how he gets on with you, and all about his prick, and how you like being fucked by him.’

I was amused at her eagerness, and replied, ‘Master Freddy has a wonderful prick for his age, and knows right well how to use it; and his manner is so gentle and kind that any woman might be glad to give it a welcome in her cunt. I am confident, Miss Clara, that if you let him, you will find him both ready and able to please you in every way.’

‘Well Susan, I won’t be sorry if he makes the attempt, I only fear he will find the task too easy, for my cunt will be longing for his prick the whole time. But are you quite certain that he will be anxious for it himself?’

‘Of that I have not the slightest doubt, for he loves fucking more than anything in the world, and her Ladyship told me that he said you were the sweetest girl he ever met. If you only give him the opportunity and are not too coy when he makes advances, you will be surprised how rapidly he will proceed.’

‘Very well dear Susan, I hope he won’t be slow about it, for my cunt is burning at the mere thought of his fucking it. Lady Flora asked him this morning to drive me in the pony and trap. This will be opportunity if he is inclined to avail himself of it, and I will tell you everything to-night.’

Lady Flora again commended Susan for her wise and successful management of this delicate affair; and turning to me, said: ‘The next advance devolves on you, Freddy; Susan has prepared the soil, cast in the seed, and a luxuriant crop already covers the
ground, it only remains for you to thrust in the sickle and reap the harvest. I envy you the work – you will find it as easy as it is delightful; and I trust you will be very careful to make it as painless and enjoyable as possible to the sweet girl. Let us now go in.’

My Aunt’s design was duly carried out, and shortly after luncheon, Clara and I were seated side by side in the pony trap on our way to see a neighbouring ruin. She was very amiable and friendly and we chatted pleasantly together. I addressed her as Clara, and she made an equal approach by calling me Freddy.

I placed the reins and whip in her hands and offered to teach her to drive. In doing so my arm passed round her waist, and our cheeks frequently touched. I remarked, how pleasant it was to be sitting closely together. She agreed, and I pressed her still more closely to my side. I though I felt a slight trembling, but she made no objection; then, making a bold advance, I said, ‘These thick skirts of yours, Clara, are rather in the way, may I lift them up a little?’

She nodded, so I drew them up, and as I did so, said, ‘Now, sweet Clara, let me place your leg resting on mine, and we shall be able to sit still more comfortably together.’

She did not object, and I accordingly lifted up her soft and shapely leg over my knee. As I put my hand under, I touched for a moment the satin surface of her thigh just above her stocking. As she did not seem to notice it, I replaced it there, and while we kept on talking of the various objects of interest we passed on the road, I gradually pushed it higher and higher.

Her warm skin felt deliciously smooth and soft; and as her drawers were capacious, my hand soon attained a position very near that sweet angle where Love holds his court. We were driving over a rough part of the road, which rather facilitated my movements, and the next bound of the vehicle caused my hand, as if involuntarily to press against two pulpy down-covered lips. On which, she exclaimed in a tone in which surprise and gratification were strangely blended: ‘Oh! Freddy, your hand is something more than friendly!’

‘Yes, darling Clara, it is more than friendly, it is full of admiration and love Let it stay, dearest. It is delicious to press these soft lips; and this lovely chink! – so moist and warm! How exquisitely made you are! Open your legs a little more; tell me, Clara, like a dear girl, what do you call this little mouth?’

‘I have no name for it; what would you call it?’

‘It is commonly called cunt, Dear, and if we use that name when we are talking familiarly together, we shall find it agreeable and exciting – say it now, my love.’

‘Cunt, Freddy; why do you like putting your hand on my cunt?’

‘In the first place, I want to give you pleasure; now, tell me truly, does not the rubbing of my finger on this part of your cunt give you pleasure?’

‘It does, Freddy, I like to feel your fingers moving about in my cunt.’

‘Good, and in the next place it gives me pleasure, very great pleasure, for it excites the corresponding part of my body. I have not got a cunt, but I have what exactly corresponds to it, and is in fact especially made for its use and enjoyment. Do you know what it is like, Clara?’

‘No, dear Freddy; how could I.’

‘Well, lay down the whip and give me your hand for a moment.’ She allowed me to take the whip out of her hand and then carry her hand to the front of my trousers which I had already unbuttoned. I placed it inside on my prick standing up with uncovered head. It was delicious to feel how readily her soft fingers closed around it.

‘Take it out, my pet, and look at it,’ I said, opening my trousers to the greatest extent.

She drew it out and looked down on it with admiring glances.

‘Move it up and down, Dear, that will make it grow bigger.’

She smiled, and moved her lily hand up and down its shaft.

‘Now, I am certain you know what it is for.’

She blushed, but said nothing.

‘Do you know what it is called?’

‘No, Freddy, what is its name?’

‘Prick, Dear, and you see it is made just to fit the cunt. This soft shelving head slips so easily and nicely into the little hole at the lower end of the cunt and makes its way so pleasantly up the passage inside, that it fills a woman’s belly with rapture and delight. Now say prick for me, and tell me what you think of mine.’

‘I am no judge of pricks, Freddy, but I like to hold yours in my hand and to move it up and down, as that seems to give you pleasure.’

‘That’s a good girl, but you would like for better to feel it in this nice little cunt, fucking you – But here we are arrived. I will
take the pony from the trap and let him graze in this paddock while we go over the ruins.’

We then wandered about through old passages and doorways and up broken stone steps until we came to an open space thickly covered with mosses and lichens; when I said: ‘Let us rest here awhile. Clara, you have had a great deal of climbing and must be tired.’ She replied that she did feel somewhat tired and would enjoy a little rest. I chose a soft place for her to sit upon and then threw myself at her side. I looked into her eyes, they seemed melting with love and tenderness, and as I slipped my hand under her clothes, I whispered: ‘My darling, I feel as if we were made for one another let us enjoy ourselves together while we may. Favour me now with a view of the dear little cunt I have been petting as we drove along.’

‘Oh no, dear Freddy, you may feel it if you wish, but I cannot let you see it, I should be so ashamed.’

‘You need not be ashamed of me now, Clara. See I am not ashamed to have you looking at my prick,’ and I again took it out and placed it in her hand. ‘Besides I want you to let them kiss – it would be so nice, and you would like it so. Won’t you let me try.’

‘I may some day, but I can’t now.’

‘Why not now, Dear? There is no time like the present – there – lean back,’ and I gently inclined her backwards.

She made a slight attempt to keep down her petticoats as I pulled them up, but at last I drew them all up; and when I had opened her snowy drawers, and with gentle force separated her yielding thighs I got a full view of the rising mound and voluptuous lips of her maiden cunt. How beautiful it looked, so fair and soft, and so redolent of sweetest perfume!

At first I felt almost overpowered by its excessive loveliness, but on opening the lips I perceived a tiny drop of pearly spend trembling at its lower extremity, and I longed to taste it! So throwing myself at full length between her legs, I applied my mouth to the luscious chink. The contact of my lips seemed to have an electrical effect: her thighs at once spread themselves out to their widest extent, her cunt was thrust up in little gentle heaves, and her hand placed on my head, as if playing with the hair, pressed it strongly down. In short, I never observed more evident symptoms of the highest pleasurable emotion.

After a few moments, I looked up and said, ‘You have a sweet cunt, Clara, do you like me to kiss it?’

‘Yes, dear Freddy, the suction of your lips and movement of your tongue makes my cunt thrill so that I cannot keep quiet.’

I kissed it again, and said: ‘Now let me put my prick to it and make them kiss, and then perhaps you will let me put it in.’

‘You may, Freddy, but only a little way.’

I pushed it up to her and said, ‘Put your hand on it, Dear, and show me how far I may put it in.’

She smiled as she took it in her hand, and said, ‘I think you might put in the head, but not any more.’

‘Very well, Dear, you can tell me when you feel the head in and when you wish me to stop.’

I held my prick to her cunt, rubbed it over it, and up and down the slit, then placing it at the true opening I very gently urged it forward; the head slipped easily in, and I asked, ‘Do you feel it, Clara? Is it hurting you.’

‘I do feel it, Freddy; it did hurt me at first, but not now.’

‘Shall I stop pushing?’

‘No, Freddy; I like it – you may push it in a little more – push a little more still – Oh! It feels very nice – you may push it in as far as ever you can.

I now gave her thrust after thrust, as I said, ‘Hold me in your arms, Darling – heave up your dear cunt, and tell me how you like it!’

‘Oh, it is delicious! Freddy, you may fuck me as much as you like. Oh! how your prick fills my cunt! I feel it ever so far up my belly! Are you going to spend now? Do it – pour it into my cunt. Oh my darling Freddy, I cannot tell you what pleasure you are giving me,’ and with a prolonged Oh!!! her grasp of me released, her eyes closed, and she lay back powerless on the bank. I felt her cunt however closely pressed round my prick, as with loving throbs it seemed to suck out every drop of love juice that remained.

After this, all reserve was thrown aside by Clara, and she allowed her generous nature full play in the free exercise of a variety of little wanton acts and lascivious expressions. This imparted to the young girl such an air of innocence and freshness as made her still sweeter and more charming than ever.

There is nothing more attractive or delightful to a man than to meet a woman of warm temperament and loving disposition who so fully confides in him as to manifest before him, the secret working of her newly kindled desires, and to tell forth the
innermost feelings of her loving heart. Such were the thoughts which passed through my mind, when as I laid myself back to rest she took hold of my languid tool and said: ‘I wish, Freddy, you would teach me how to bring to life again this poor little prick. He seems very tired, and is only half his former size.’

I showed her how to frig it and pet the balls. She bent over it with marked interest, she kissed it, and finally took its head into her mouth and sucked it. It was not insensible to her kind attentions and soon began to swell and get stronger. She continued her gentle and stimulating touches, and lifting her head said, ‘Do you like to hear me speak of pricks, cunts, and bottoms while I am frigging you?

‘Yes, Darling, it has a great effect on my prick.’

‘Are there any other words of that kind which you would like to hear me say?’

‘Yes, Dear, there is spunk.’

‘Oh, that is what your prick darted into my cunt when you were fucking me. What else?’

‘Bollocks. And that is the name of these round balls at the root of my prick that hold the spunk.’

‘Then there is the common expressive word arse. And that,’ she said with a laugh, ‘is the vulgar name for this part,’ placing her delicate fingers first on the cheeks, and then sweetly touching the hole of my bottom.

‘Now my pet I want you to uncover all your lovely arse, and straddle over me with a knee on each side, so as to place your cunt on my mouth, and if you like you can then bend forward and play with my prick while I suck your cunt.’

‘Oh,’ she said; ‘that will be very nice, and I will suck your prick while you are kissing my cunt.’

Very soon I had her luscious little cunt melting over my mouth, while my prick was sucked and my balls petted with so much fervour that a stream of seed poured forth a second time, every drop of which Clara swallowed with apparent relish and satisfaction. She continued playing with my prick all the way back and told me how Susan had frigged her cunt for the first time the night before, and had described the pleasure of fucking; but she added, giving me a kiss and a fond squeeze of the prick, the reality far exceeds the description.

I praised Susan to her and asked would she be very jealous if she saw me making free with her?

She replied: ‘Sometime ago, I am afraid I should, but now that I understand more of these matters I see things in quite another light; so, if I felt sure that your making free with her would not cause you to love me less, then I would rather be pleased to know that you were enjoying yourself with her, and especially if I thought that you would regard my acquiescence as a proof of my confidence and affection.’

‘Why Clara, you are quite a little sage! You are perfectly right, Dear. The fact of you allowing me to go with others, or to speak plainly, to fuck them before you and with your help, would not only be the most convincing proof of your confidence and affection, but be the surest means of binding me to you for ever.’

She answered with a kiss, a pleasant little way she had, and I responded with a loving hug.