Fifty Shades of Victorian Desire (7 page)

She continued, ‘I need not tell you much more about our doings at Curlington; uncle took my maidenhead, and used to delight in seeing Ferdie have me. Other times he would have me himself, whilst Ferdie laid by our side on the bed, so that uncle could suck his cock, whilst my brother played with his big affair as it worked in and out of little Ada. My hands would also be busy frigging Ferdie's prick into uncle's mouth. Don't you think it was awfully grand, even if so dreadfully wicked, as people would say if they knew? Do you know, Fred, I am longing to see you take the impudence out of the chambermaid at the hotel, as I believe she is as knowing as she looks.'

‘Do you really mean that you would like to see me have that girl, Ada?'

‘Yes, to be sure, and especially as I believe it would give you pleasure,' she replied.

Of course it suited me, but I determined to make Ada lay the trap herself, so I just communicated to her a little plan which I thought would work admirably, which she readily agreed to
carry out, whilst I should be hidden in the same closet, in which I had waited the previous night whilst she undressed and got into bed.

Next morning I purposely made my arrangements for being away all day, in the presence of our intended victim when she came into our sitting room at breakfast time to receive Ada's orders, about several things she required during the morning, notably, a bath she wished to have in our bedroom with Sophy for attendant.

About one o'clock I was put away in the closet, with a tall stool to sit upon, and a nice little peephole, so that I could see and hear everything done in the room.

Enter Miss Sophy in answer to Ada's ring.

‘Is the bath ready to be brought in, and have you plenty of time to attend to me Sophy? You can tell them you are engaged with me, and they can charge it in the bill, if they please to do so, for your extra attendance,' said Ada.

‘Certainly ma'am,' and away trotted the chambermaid.

Then two of the hotel servants brought in the bath and all the necessary requirements for it, and Ada ordered Sophy to bolt the door.

Then my wife was undressed and bathed, after which she insisted upon Sophy stripping and having a bath also.

I had enjoyed the sight of Ada being wiped down by the chambermaid, who even applied the towels to the most interesting chink of love, seeming to take a peculiar kind of interest in my wife's cunny.

And now I was doubly pleased to see Sophy strip as Ada helped her to do so, ever and anon complimenting the girl on her different beauties and contrasting them with her own.

Sophy was a finely moulded girl of medium height, with dark red auburn hair, hazel eyes and rosy cheeks, whilst, as to her crack, it looked deliciously small and tight, with only just a shade of rather golden hair upon the mount, her skin was as white as alabaster, and the girl was evidently proud of herself.

She was soon into and out of the bath, then Ada attended to her with the towels, and I could see considerably excited Miss Sophy by occasional funny touches, making her blush all over every now and then.

‘What a love you are, Sophy, how I should like to cuddle you in bed, do you think you could love me, dear?' she asked.

‘Oh, ma'am, your husband might come back and catch us; pray don't, its so rude, you make me so ashamed!'

By this time Ada was standing with one arm round the girl's waist, kissing her mouth, whilst the other hand had got its forefinger on the sensitive spot just inside Sophy's crack, and was gently frigging her as their naked bellies touched one another.

‘Isn't that nice, Sophy dear? Doesn't it make you love me a little?' she whispered.

‘Yes, yes, it's beautiful, but, oh ma'am, how can you do so to me?' she answered with a sigh, blushing deeper than ever.

‘You know, Sophy, that girls often love other girls as much or more than they do men; here, sit on my lap on the sofa, and I will tell you of something which has just happened in Paris, and for printing which the editor of a French newspaper is now undergoing a sentence of twelve months imprisonment.

‘It was an article calling public attention to this incident, and pretended to expose the secret practices of young ladies whose morals were supposed to be above suspicion.

‘The names were fictitious of course, but everyone believes the story is founded on actual facts.

‘A member of the old nobility, Monsieur St. Roque, wishing to marry, determined not to select a wife from the frivolous young beauties of Parisian society, the lightness of whose morals he hadn't the greatest possible horror of, but selected a young girl of sixteen, whose parents had had her brought up and entirely educated at a convent, of the strictest possible reputation, in fact she only left the religious establishment on the morning of her marriage.

‘Everything went on smoothly for a short time, excepting that Monsieur found his bride so cold, and evidently pining for something or some one.

‘One night, in bed, he elicited from Celestine, in answer to his enquiry of what she wanted to make her really happy, that she was
triste
on account of having been parted from Mlle. Sapho, her most intimate friend and bedfellow at the convent.

‘“Is that all, my darling, then we will invite her to pay us a long visit at once,” replied Monsieur, only too happy to think that such a trifle would make his little wife happy, and attributing her sadness, in his innocence of mind, to the extreme youth of his spouse, and the extraordinary affection of two young girls for
each other (he was quite right, but little guessed the nature and foundation of such loving attachment).

‘Mlle. Sapho's presence seemed to bring him all the access of happiness he had wished for, the young bride's coldness was at once changed to a warm loving demeanour; in fact he found she was almost too exacting in her constant demands upon his vigour, and found himself regularly kept to the “whole duty of a man”, i.e. a constant worship at the shrine of Venus.

‘He also noticed that the two loving girls were very fond of repairing by themselves to a little pavilion in a very secluded part of the garden, so his curiosity prompted him to spy out their secret, and placed himself in ambuscade in a shrubbery at the back of the pavilion, so that when his birds entered their cage he could both hear and see all that passed between them.

‘“How dull I am without you, Celestine, you quite forget me, now you can enjoy your husband every night,” said the young wife's friend.

‘“You do me great injustice dear, dear, darling Sapho, you know I would not be happy till I got Monsieur to invite you to stay with us, and now you complain that I am forgetful of you, when the fact is that I burn more and more for your love every day. Let me love you now, and I promise this very night to make my husband agree to all you wish, can I do more to show my love?” replied the young wife, kissing and taking all sorts of loving liberties with her friend, as they assisted each other to divest themselves of their clothing, till both were perfectly naked.

‘The sight drove Monsieur St. Roque almost beside himself, when he found that Celestine was a confirmed young tribade, but restraining himself, he witnessed all their salacious and indelicate games, sucking, kissing, and toying till with a positive groan of horror, he beheld them in the last listless state of prostration which succeeds for a short time the attainment of forbidden joys.

‘It was only by putting the greatest possible restraint upon himself that he was able to rest till night should disclose what his wife had promised to ask of him.

‘They had retired to bed, and his wanton little wife was more loving than ever, so much so that she almost drove from his mind the disagreeable incidents of the morning, the denouement of which he had been so anxiously awaiting, and he was just about to mount upon the throne of love when she exclaimed, with a
slight laugh at his impetuosity, “Ah, no, no, not yet love, you must promise me something first.”

“You know I will refuse you nothing, Celestine, that is proper for my wife to have,” he replied.

“But it is not exactly proper, sir, although very nice, especially for you; you can't refuse me, or I won't kiss your affair in the way you are so fond of having me do. Make up your mind at once, or I will take away my hand and turn my back; do you promise or not, whatever it may be it won't hurt you, but only add to our pleasure?”

‘He consented, and breathlessly awaited her explanation, which was, that Sapho and herself, when at the convent, had been taught by one of the nuns all the ways of procuring pleasure for each other, and that afterwards being bedfellows, made them so fond of each other that they bound themselves by a most fearful oath, that neither of them should enjoy a sensual pleasure without the full participation of her friend, in fact the first one who got married was to share her husband with the other, and if both had husbands they would exchange, or have them altogether in the same room.

‘“And, now darling, let me run and fetch Sapho, she is dying for you to have her, then we will both kiss you in every possible way, and always have our love together, won't it be delicious?” saying which she sprang from the bed and left the room.

‘Imagine the husband's horror at finding his wife such a filthy-minded debauched creature, all faith in her purity gone, and himself wretched, dishonoured, disgraced, how could he live?

‘When Celestine returned with Sapho she found Monsieur St. Roque gone, so they amused themselves in the best way they could, expecting him to surprise them every moment, till at last, after about an hour, a loud report of firearms startled them from their lascivious frolics.

‘The noble husband had blown out his brains, but not before leaving a letter to his banker, which fully explained his reasons for so doing.'

‘What do you think of that story, Sophy, I don't think my husband would shoot himself if I asked him to have you, and what would you say?' asked Ada of the chambermaid, as her rude touches fairly made the girl shiver with sensuous delight.

‘For shame, ma'am, you would kill me, and besides if he could but see us now, it would disgust him,' was the blushing answer.

‘Not so long as you don't encourage him to make love on the sly; the only thing to disgust him is a mock modest girl who wants a bit of cock, and pretends not to. I must run to the w.c. dearie, in the next room, so please get my clean things out of that closet by the time I come back,' and Ada ran out laughing.

Now was the moment, and I was as naked as the first day I was born, excepting of course, a little hair on my prick, as I had let everything, dressing gown, etc., drop off me in anticipation of my turn soon arriving. Mr. Pego was in a glorious state, fit for any young lady's inspection.

Sophy advanced to the closet, and opened the door, ‘My God, sir, what shall I do! What a shame!' she screamed, and I heard Ada laughingly call out from the next room, ‘Make the best of him, dear, you are welcome!'

In a moment Sophy flew to the bed, and hid her face in the pillow, but I seized hold of her buttocks at once, and soon got into her dog fashion, and had a most glorious fuck, which she evidently enjoyed immensely, being so well prepared and excited by my little wife beforehand.

She spent so profusely that it fairly dropped down the inside of her thighs, still she pretended to be so bashful and would not even look at me.

‘This is too hard work, Sophy,' I said, ‘if you want to hide your face, I shall put you on the bed, and then I don't mind,' so suiting the action to the word I hoisted her up, and soon had her kneeling in front of me with her face still in the pillow, and determined to give her a treat she little dreamed of.

My prick was as stiff as ever, and at once took his place again in the girl's cunt to her evident delight, to judge from the way she wriggled her bum, and met me at every lunge.

My plan was to go on that way a little till she was tremendously excited, then slyly applying some spittle to her other tight little pink hole, I changed from one to the other, and was fairly into her bottom before she could remonstrate, and in a moment or two she hardly knew the difference except by the great increase of excitement, and we soon spent again with cries of delight, which for her part she found it quite impossible to repress.

I was fairly pumped out for a time, but Ada came into the room and asked Sophy what she thought of me, then she jumped on the bed by the side of us, and commenced playing with my late partner, never giving the girl a moment's rest, frigging her and
slapping her buttocks, till poor Sophy almost groaned with renewed excitement. Ada kissed her and hugged her to her bosom, tipping the velvet with her tongue, and doing everything she could think of to stir all the fires of Sophy's warm temperament.

At last she exclaimed, ‘Oh, ma'am, how you excite me, and you haven't got a prick, that's what I want, and look at your husband, he's quite used up, poor man, no doubt you took a lot out of him before you got up this morning!'

‘Silly girl, why you're actually jealous of me, I do believe,' laughed Ada. ‘You don't know that thing so well as I do, it only wants a little coaxing Sophy. Now take my advice, just get over him, and take it in your hand and help yourself. A true man like my husband never refuses to pity a girl who wants it.'

Saying which she again left us alone, and Sophy proceeded to act upon her advice. Her face was flushed with blushes, whilst the dark red masses of her hair fell in dishevelled locks over those alabaster shoulders, and those otherwise soft hazel eyes were full of humid lustful fire, as she put her left leg across me, then taking hold of my limp affair in her right hand, she essayed to bring its head to her longing gap. Her fruitless efforts both amused and excited me, especially when I noticed how chagrined she looked at the result of her first efforts, I smiled, and drawing her face down to mine, gave the dear girl a luscious kiss that she fairly quivered with emotions from head to foot.