Fifty Shades of Victorian Desire (2 page)

I know it was quite different to being handled by Lucia, though, oh! what pleasure she used to give me when she squeezed my bosom with her soft hands!

‘Come!’ cried Lucia, who had been with Gladys watching all this with eyes dancing with excitement; ‘come into the study, Charlie! Come, Susan, I want Charlie to assure himself, before me, that I deliver you a perfect maiden into his hands, and that you carry the warranty of your virginity in the pretty cushion between your thighs!’

Charlie put his arm round my waist and urged me towards the door through which Gladys and Lucia had passed, with eager but not unbecoming haste.

There was a large ottoman in this room (there were similar ottomans in every room in the house) and on this Lucia made us sit whilst she and Gladys stood before us.

‘Now, first of all, Charlie, you must let me show Susan the Holy Saint who is to say his prayers in the niche prepared for him called her quim!’

Charlie laughed and said, ‘Certainly.’

Lucia with rapid fingers undid his waistcoat, and his braces
before and behind; then she unbuttoned his trousers down to the very last button, and, pulling up his shirt, produced what, to my heated imagination, seemed something much larger than I had ever expected to find a man’s prick to be. Ah! how different is reality to imagination! I had had Charlie’s beautiful prick before me in a picture! I had heard it described! I had formed an idea of its magnitude, bulk, length, and power, but ardent as my imagination had been, minute as Lucia’s descriptions had been, the
reality
was vastly more splendid!

‘There!’ cried Lucia, as she put my hand on to the delicious hot, hard, yet velvety-feeling weapon, round which my eager fingers could hardly meet; ‘there! that is the prick which took my maidenhead, Susan! and which will take yours! Oh, beautiful Saint John! oh, glorious Saint John! Is it not
grand,
Susan? Now, is it not as delicious to feel as I told you it would be? But wait until you feel it walking up and down your little silky cunt, my dear. Oh! goodness! how I wish I had my first fuck to do again. Now, here! put your hand in and get out the bag of jewels.’

I did so as I looked at Charlie, who bent his head forward, and as our mouths met, I had his magnificent balls in my hand. Oh! how nice! how extra voluptuous they did feel. There is something in the balls of a man which is more fascinating, more captivating than even his glorious prick in all its glory. Is it because his balls are the evidence of his manhood? I can’t tell; but I only know that I never tire of feeling a good pair; and I had, at that moment, a splendid, full, hard, big pair of them in my fingers, and could feel them slide from side to side, as I gently pressed them.

‘Now, Charlie! Assure yourself of the existence of Susan’s maidenhead,’ and Lucia lifted my dress, petticoats and all, high over my knees.

Charlie needed no hand to guide his to my throbbing cunt. He only held me a little more firmly whilst he just pressed his curved hand and finger over my bushy motte and the soft lips of my palpitating quim, and then, putting his tongue deep into my mouth, he slipped his strong middle-finger as far as he could, between the full, soft lips of a cunt which, except for Lucia’s fingers and twot, had been virgin, since it had been created.

Girls, dears! wait until a lover does the same to you, and then you shall tell me if such caresses are, or are not exquisite!

‘Well!’ said Lucia, all avidity for Charlie’s verdict.

‘A perfect virgin,’ he exclaimed. ‘A first-class maidenhead. There can be no doubt about that.’

‘And now has she not a delicious little cunt, Charlie?’

‘Awfully good! awfully nice!’ was the answer, as his finger gently and sweetly worked up and down, killing me with pleasure.

‘Let me feel her maidenhead!’ said Gladys, coming forward.

Charlie instantly withdrew his hand, and I saw Gladys give him what looked like a little packet of cigarettes. Then kissing me, she slipped her slender long finger in, and smiling and flushing at the same time, she said:

‘Oh, yes! most distinct! a real and true maidenhead! and what a darling little quim. Charlie, I wish you every joy.’

‘Now, Gladys, I was the original discoverer of this wonderful virginity. So let me have a last feel of it, for I think it won’t see the light of another day!’ This was Lucia, of course, her hand, oh! that dear little hand which had first made me aware of what immense resources of pleasure were concealed, unknown to me, in that dormant little cunt of mine, took the place of Gladys’s.

But all these varying caresses, these different hands, these changing fingers, added to the state of intense excitement in all that highly susceptible region, produced a very natural, but apparently not expected, result. I had Charlie’s glorious prick in my grasp again. It alone was capable, even so, of upsetting the equilibrium of my senses, but these fingers moving in and out …

‘Oh! you naughty girl, Susan!’ exclaimed Lucia, ‘just look. Gladys, she has spent all over my hand.’

‘I am very sorry, Lucia. Indeed I could not help it,’ cried I, almost in distress.

‘Never mind, darling,’ they all cried together, and Charlie again taking posession of my quivering cunnie, kissed me really passionately. I heard the door shut, and when Charlie gave one a chance of seeing, I found that we were alone. Gladys and Lucia had left the room.

‘Susan!’ whispered Charlie, in a voice husky with excitement; dear boy, he was always excited, tremendously excited, when on the brink of a nice plump cunt. ‘Will you give me your maidenhead now? Ah! say yes! I could not wait till bedtime.’

I raised my face and kissed him, and whispered, ‘Yes.’

With a bound Charlie jumped up. He left me lying across the ottoman.

I heard a quick rustling of clothes, and there he was, with only his shirt and boots and socks on. Whilst I looked at him he tucked his shirt up so that all his body from his waist downwards to the top of his socks was absolutely and perfectly naked. Oh! how I longed to see him as Lucia had drawn him, with nothing on but his skin; what a handsome object a well-made naked man is. How different in every way was he from the slender softness of Lucia. Charlie’s muscles seemed like engines of great force, as every movement of his made them play under his white and even skin, and how white his skin did look. I had no idea a man’s skin could be so white, and it looked all the whiter from the contrast of the dark black hairs which grew in parts wonderfully thick over his body, down the outsides of his thighs and down his legs.

But what naturally attracted my most eager attention was that magnificent, glorious, handsome prick of his. To my astonished vision it appeared to have grown even longer, bigger, and more rigid than ever. It seemed to me, lying down as I was, to reach quite an inch up over his navel, and it was pointing straight up, apparently at his chin. I noticed then the curious shape of the under-side of its well-shaped head, as if it had been carved by nature into two curves meeting near the top, and gracefully sweeping down and asunder, one curve taking the right and the other the left. The shape of that head appeared to make the noble weapon it tipped perfectly irresistible, and I could see how admirably nature had formed it for penetrating. But, oh! could I possibly take in that huge (it did look so huge) thing?

Surely my cunt was neither deep enough, nor wide enough, to admit it all, and, as Lucia had told me, I noticed that it grew broader and broader as it approached its base. I saw too, all along the front, as it appeared to me, a kind of supporting rod under its tight-looking-skin, and of this Lucia had not told me anything that I could remember. And below, hanging in that curiously wrinkled pouch, which looked as if it had been sewn up all along the middle, were those delicious balls, which I had been feeling. How big they looked, and how beautifully even they seemed to hang, each in its own pocket as it were. And oh! what a splendid bush there was, out of which all these splendours grew. Far thicker and longer and much more curly than either Lucia’s or mine.

Charlie saw admiration in my burning and excited glances, and
he gave me time to note all, and then when he thought I had seen enough for the present, he said, ‘Now, Susan let me clear
your
decks for action!’

Oh, the swiftness of his hands! He had my dress and petticoats over my face in a trice. He tugged at the band of my drawers, and without mercy burst it. I heard the ripping and felt the tearing, as his powerful fingers tore through the linen, and the fresh feeling of the air on my belly and thighs told me that he had stripped the lower part of my body as naked as his own! I could not see, for my face was covered.

‘Susan, darling!’ he cried, his voice trembling; ‘here! look! take this and put it on me.’

He handed me a curious-looking little thing, which felt soft and elastic, and had a long deep line in it, for all the world like a little cunt. It was not thicker than an ordinary slate pencil, and about two inches long.

I looked wonderingly at Charlie, for I did not know what I was to do.

‘There!’ said he, ‘take hold of me low down, near my balls, with your left hand. That’s right. Now lay the letter on the top of my prick. So, only turn the other side (the cunt-shaped side) up. Now sweep your hand down, and that thing will open and cover me completely!’

I did exactly what he told me, and lo! there was his prick completely covered almost to its very end with a thin, transparent covering of india-rubber, which looked like another natural skin! This, then, was the covering of which Lucia had told me. I declare if it had not been for seeing this I should never have thought of the dangerous tadpoles! I was so eager, so anxious to be
fucked
that I had altogether forgotten the very serious lessons which dear Lucia had given me.

‘Thank you,
dear
Charlie!’ I cried. ‘I know what this is for!’

‘Lucia told you, I suppose?’

‘Yes! She taught me everything!’

‘You could not have a better instructor,’ said Charlie; ‘but now, my Susan, for experience!’

‘Come!’ cried I, lying back and opening my thighs wide, planting my feet firmly on the yielding ottoman.

In another moment Charlie was between them and on me. I felt with a thrill, not to be described for pleasure, as the soft-feeling yet powerful head, separating the lips of my throbbing
little cunt, entered! The ease with which it penetrated astonished me. But it was in! in! I could feel it expanding and filling me, as far as it had gone. But something inside me checked it, and Charlie, instead of trying to push it in any further, kept pushing his prick in and out! tickling me in so ravishing a manner that I held my breath to enjoy it the more. All my soul seemed concentrated at that one spot. Little throbs began to shoot all about it, and I knew I was on the point of coming! I expected every moment Charlie would plump deeper in; but he still continued his play, which was on the point of becoming disappointing, when I suddenly came.

Charlie had apparently waited for this, for the moment he perceived it he grasped me to him tighter than ever.

I felt a violent struggle going on. It was the expiring effort of my poor little maidenhead! Then something rent inside me, an extraordinary sensation of neither pain nor pleasure followed, the obstacle was overcome, and with alternate movements backwards and forwards I felt Charlie’s prick rapidly gaining ground, and for the first time knew the infinite joy of being filled and stretched to the utmost by the power of man!

‘Ah! ah! ah!’ cried Charlie at each stroke, and his breath poured hot down my neck inside my collar. His balls touched me! I felt them! I bucked! and he was
all
in!

‘You
darling
!’ he cried, and then began the splendid long strokes.

Gods! how nice it was! At first it did not tickle very much. The chief pleasure was feeling the alternating filling and contraction of my cunt! but after a few strokes the tickling, from end to end, began to grow more and more brilliant, until it seemed to me that I should faint from the excessive pleasure I experienced! There were perfect spasms, like electric shocks in their force and rapidity, which cannot be described, which, my dear girls, can only be experienced, and with all the most deliciously soothing sensations, indescribably delicious! oh, my God! was it not
Rapture? Rapture
with a very big
‘R!’
But alas! the longest fuck is always too short! Charlie’s time was come! All of a sudden he commenced those rapid, short digs which sent me wild with an agony of delight! My entire body glowed with the white heat of the glory of heaven! my senses reeled; all the room seemed to whirl round and round. I felt that in another moment I must faint, when, crushing me to him. Charlie for the last time
dashed his prick into me to its very furthest limit, and I felt his whole weight on my pimping motte. I felt as if a powerful pump were sending streams in jets against me inside. One, two, three, four, I counted – there were more – but I went into a half-swoon of ecstasy, and seemed to be quite lifted out of all connecting me with earth. I was in a kind of dream in which I saw angels floating around me,
and felt the ineffable blessing of the peace of heaven
.

But Lucia’s laughing voice recalled me to earth, and I found myself still in Charlie’s arms, and could feel his glorious prick in me
working
, as if it were trying to burst my quivering cunnie by swelling itself out with repeated efforts.

Well, Susan? Take your head out of the way, Charlie, and let me kiss
my
girl,’ and I heard a smart slap on my lover’s bottom, which vibrated all along his prick and made my cunnie quiver then. ‘There, there, my own darling Susan!’ as she kissed me with impetuous kisses, ‘not much of a maidenhead left now I fancy. Did he hurt you, darling?’

‘Hurt!’ I exclaimed.
’Hurt
! oh, how could it hurt me, Lucia dear?’

‘Oh, all right,’ she exclaimed laughing. ‘I am glad it did not, but sometimes it does.’

‘By George, Lucia,’ said Charlie, ‘I can tell you it is well Susan has no teeth in her quim, or deuce a bit of a prick would I have left. Oh, if you could only feel her now!’