Fifty Shades of Victorian Desire (3 page)

‘Has she the nutcrackers, then?’ exclaimed a voice which I knew to be that of Gladys.

‘
Has
she? If you were like me, and
in
her, Gladys, you would soon know.’

‘Oh, Susan, Susan, you
are
an acquition!’ cried Gladys, moving from behind Charlie, where she had apparently been watching my behaviour, perhaps from the very beginning, for, once Charlie had begun to fuck me I had no senses to see or hear, and I don’t know at what precise moment she and Lucia had returned to the room. She kissed me and petted me, and after a while, addressing Charlie, said, ‘Is she still nipping you, Charlie?’

‘I think that was the last,’ said he.

‘Very well. Get off her, then.’

‘Ah! but Gladys, she has such an awfully nice quim. Let me enjoy it a little longer.’

‘Nonsense, boy. Get up, I tell you. It is time we all bathed and dressed for dinner.’

‘Ah well, I suppose I must. But oh, Susan, won’t we just have a night of it? Do you like me, dear?’

Oh! I gave him such a kiss, and such a hug and such a sweet little buck, before he began to move, that he swore he never had had such a sweet, darling, responsive girl before in all his life.

‘Did I not tell you she was a perfect diamond?’ cried Lucia, delighted. Charlie slowly, slowly, withdrew his ardent prick, which as it issued sprang up as if it had been suddenly released from something holding it down, but the moment Gladys saw it she cried out –

‘Why – oh, my goodness, Charlie! your letter has burst!’

And so it had. Charlie’s prick was entirely through it. It was all rucked up about the middle of its shaft.

‘Jump up, Susan; come with me,’ cried Gladys; and Lucia, taking me by the arm, pulled me in a way which rather alarmed me.

‘Don’t be frightened, darling!’ said Lucia; ‘but the sooner we get Charlie’s spend out of you the better!’

I felt a great deal of it running out of me then. I could feel it running down my thighs, but the recollection of the tadpoles frightened me a bit, and I ran upstairs following Gladys as quickly as I could. She and Lucia took me into a handsome little boudoir, and through it into a fine bathroom, where they made me tuck up my dress and petticoats, and sit on a small stool covered with American cloth, which felt very cool as I sat down on it. Lucia got a basin and put it between my feet, Gladys brought an enema and a bottle. Lucia got a small vessel and water, and in a wonderfully short time I had the tube in me, and a torrent of ‘safety’ liquid was cleaning me from that spend which had been so exquisitely pleasant to feel dashing into me.

Having tenderly wiped me between my thighs the two girls took me back into the boudoir. It was Gladys’s, and oh, so beautiful. That it was intended for the offices of love was instantly apparent. The wall was hung with beautiful pictures, some in oils, some in watercolours, some engravings and some beautifully executed pencil or crayon drawings, but all, whether large or small, were of the most exciting erotic nature. Venus and Adonis, Diana and Endymion, Jupiter and Leda, Jupiter and Danae and many other mythological love scenes were there, with innumerable others representing amorous couples under almost every conceivable circumstance. Even love in a carriage in Rotten Row
was depicted, showing the possibility of a rapturous fuck in the very midst of a crowd. And all were really beautifully painted or drawn, by no means the work of an indifferent artist. A choice collection of erotic literature, some hundred volumes or so of prose and poetry, was in full view in a handsome bookcase. The very letter-weights on the writing-table were erotic – either human couples in the very act, or animals, such as a stallion and mare, bull and cow and so forth. How often I wonder has Gladys given some active lover of hers joy on it.

There we sat and talked for a while until the handsome Annette came and announced that the bath was ready.

Oh, my dear male readers! if you only could have seen the three lovely naked nymphs who bathed their charms in that splendid marble basin; if you could but have seen the equally lovely handmaid, in all her beautiful nudity, plying soap and sponge and towel – I include myself, I know I am well made and pretty – I wonder which one of us would have made your blood boil the hottest and quickest. All four of us were dark-haired, and nature had been kind in giving us plenty of glory on our heads and on our mottes too.

Gladys’s bush was the blackest, her hair was really black, she was most splendidly formed. Such shoulders, such arms. Such beautiful breasts and thighs. No wonder men delighted in her. She looked voluptuous from head to foot, and was as voluptuous as she looked.

Lucia had taught me what pleasure one girl can give another, but her caresses, ardent as they were, paled before the glory of those which Gladys could give. I learnt much from Lucia, but oh! how much more from my cousin Gladys!

After our bath Lucia introduced me to my own ‘foutoir’ and bedroom. Like Gladys’s it was a very handsomely adorned room, with books, pictures, ornaments, and everything of a luxuriously and voluptuously erotic nature. There was the ottoman also, and well did I use it during the next few days. For our lovers soon heard of my arrival, and came running up to town to see and taste their new mistress. The ottoman was the consolatory article of those who could not immediately secure the night with me, or with Gladys, or Lucia; and came into play almost every afternoon. I have sometimes given delight to four different admirers in the course of two hours, I loved it, but I loved my bed much better.

And what a bed. I had never dreamt of one like it. It was immense and delicious in every sense. It was a four-poster of the most solid mahogany, its posts being of extra strength to support a huge mirror which formed its canopy. Mirrors also, slightly inclined inwards, formed three sides of it, so that I could see every movement of my lover, whilst I felt his action and his power. And my lover, whilst lying by my side, could see my naked charms in front of him, or as it were suspended over him. So that not only had I the pleasure of being fucked, but I could enjoy seeing myself enjoyed, and, as Lucia said, it was indeed a fetching sight.

We sat down eight to dinner. I was introduced to Allan MacAllan, and the other gentlemen, and although nothing very spicy was allowed in our conversation, we had a very merry party in which the very restrictions placed upon us made our wit all the more poignant. By degrees I felt the ants crawling again. Charlie’s prick had driven them, away, but one fuck is by no means enough, and that a first one too. What added still more to the fire which consumed me was a small glass of some very delicate and delicious liqueur, which we all partook of. It contained some powerful aphrodisiac, and I would have been better without it, for I was burning. It took all I knew to prevent me making myself appear that I was randy beyond anything I had ever felt.

But, in Park Lane we, though late sleepers are early bed goers. At ten we said good-night to the gentlemen, and retired to our rooms. Annette came to assist me to undress, and when I was naked she produced my nightdress. What a dress! It was of some exquisitely fine and absolutely transparent silken material. It had no sleeves, but it fastened round my throat with a ribband which ran through eyelet holes. It was open from top to bottom, but fastened just above my breasts by ribbands which were tied, and again below my breasts, across my waist at my hips but so that the ribbands hid none of my bush, and again, but more loosely, at my knees. Its utility as an article of dress was nil, but it greatly added to the attractiveness of my charms by just veiling them.

I had no sooner donned this elegant costume than Charlie appeared, and Annette, wishing us a good-night, went off to prepare for her lover.

Oh Charlie! No! my nightdress might be very fetching, but my naked skin was much more so. The moment he was naked, and
he stripped entirely, he untied all my ribbands, and there I was, as naked as himself.

Can I write down all the extravagancies of his behaviourse – extravagancies which I, so far from finding outrageous, enjoyed to the uttermost. Ah, dear girls, dear readers believe me, my pen fails me.

What a night we had! What kissing, caressing, fucking! If I had enjoyed what Lucia called No. 1, oh! how I revelled in
No. 2
! what extra bliss there was in
No. 3
! how superlatively delicious was
No. 4
! and we did not
end
with
No. 9
, because we began again on waking, and completed No. 12! After
that
Charlie acknowledged himself defeated! His proud prick begged for repose, and some time during the day be retreated to the country, having been, as he said, exhausted by the over-enjoyment of the naked charms of his charming cousin.

*
 First published in Brussels in 1891.

F
OR MANY YEARS
I used to stay with some friends in their large country house in Yorkshire, for shooting, being often there seven or eight times in the season, and for periods of one or two weeks at a time. On this occasion I had arrived on the 9th of August, and on the twelfth, just before starting on the moors, I ran up to my bedroom for something I had forgotten, and found a very pretty housemaid in possession; she looked about five-and-twenty, and was a strapping fine girl. She smiled as I came in, and I thought looked ‘cheeky’, so I said to her, ‘You frightened me, I thought you were a ghost.’ She answered, ‘Would you be afraid of a ghost?’ ‘No,’ says I, ‘if they will visit me at night, and I always leave my door a little open, so they can come in easily.’ ‘Take care, then you don’t get visited soon, for this house may be haunted,’ says she, bounding out of the room.

That night I got up to my bedroom about eleven, and did not shut my door, and soon after my light was out, to my joy, I saw a white figure glide noiselessly in, lock the door, and creep to my bedside. I at once put my hands out, and feeling a pair of plump firm breasts, knew it to be my pretty friend of the morning.

We were very soon cuddling each other to keep ourselves warm, and that was the commencement of many an enjoyable night. As the house was full of men, and many of them young bachelors, I asked her why she had picked me out of the lot, and not a bachelor.

She said she never went with a single man, for they were too reckless, and would think nothing of putting her in the family way; nor more would she go with a married man who had a family, as he probably did not know how to prevent it, but she always found out something about a man before she made up to him; that a married man knew the risk of putting a girl in the family way, that he never lost his head, etc.

One night after a delightful cuddle, and while we were resting, I asked her to tell me how she came first to lose her maidenhead.

‘I was a big strong girl at eighteen, and had been a parlour maid in one or two small houses, which I had left at my own request. At last I was engaged by a Miss Watson, who kept a young ladies’ school at Brighton, as housemaid. I went to the school and found Miss Watson was a lady of about thirty years of age, a well-built woman, of medium height, and with a very pleasant expression, if not pretty. She had managed the school by herself since her sister’s death some three years previous. There was an old housekeeper, who kept every one in awe, two young maids who looked after the girls’ rooms, and William, a lad of about eighteen or twenty. He was very fond of me, and nearly every evening after supper we used to stand for half an hour by the back door or in the arbour and have a chat, and for a long time he never did more than kiss me. At last he used to hug me, and thinking it no more harm for him than Miss W to rub me with his leg I used to let him. I don’t know how he began it, but he did it very nicely, and afterwards he used to put my hands on his trousers, and I used to feel a big swelling, which I used to rub about, but I had never seen one, and was, I fear, very clumsy, however, one day he pulled it out in the arbour, and put it in my hand, it was the first weapon I had ever handled, and quite frightened me. It was summer time, so by the light I could examine it. I pulled him about as he showed me, now quicker, now slower, and with my left hand slowly feeling those marbles that hung down; but Mr. Bill’s struggles became frantic, he drew his knees up, he sighed, he groaned and stretched his legs to their utmost length, his eyes half shut, his fingers clenched, and at last with many sighs and spasmodic movements of his legs, out shot the balmy liquid, but I stuck to my post till with a kiss he thanked me, and often was this repeated, he never once offering to have me, or I even dreaming of it, but it was bound to end so, and so it did. The first time was during the
vacation. Miss W and the girls were all away, as were the maids, so the old housekeeper, William and I, were alone in the house. The housekeeper was in bed with rheumatism as usual, and Bill and I were cleaning up the girls’ bedrooms. He was doing the windows, but soon gave up on that job to pull me about. Well, I did not mind, and seeing no harm in it let him throw me on the bed, and he began to rub about on top of me, and got me in such a state that I never noticed till too late that he had actually got my clothes up, and his weapon out, and was actually putting it into me; but it was too late, however he promised not to hurt me, and, dear boy, he did not, for at first he only buried the massive head between the lips, and with a few draws gently back and forward he drew from me an expenditure quite extravagant, but he had not finished yet, and with the assistance of what he called my home-made cream, he slowly pushed his way till his weapon was buried to the hilt. Strong as he was, he was very gentle, and though at times I was put to a little pain, I forgot all in the final throes of love’s struggle, and between the two of us we could have floated a man-of-war. Now this all came of Miss W breaking me in to think her tricks were harmless. It ended by Bill putting me in the family way, and my having to leave; the child is since dead, and I got a place here, where I am not known, and no more men servants or bachelors for me.’