Venus in India (10 page)

'"Oh! I should like it, but how can I ever sleep with you, my dear Charlie?"

'"Oh! you must come away with me, of course! Tomorrow! Meet me here and I will take you to Dover. We will spend a week there! Well, will you come, Lizzie?"

'It seemed impossible. The idea of running away from home was so new to me and at first I could hardly bear the thought of it, but Charlie easily persuaded me; but what his persuasive voice said in words his still more persuasive prick said in eloquent silence to my eager little cunt! Oh! my cunt was on Charlie's side.

'I said I would do whatever he liked, and just what he told me. So, still keeping me in this delicious position, on him, he told me to get what few things I required, and to bring them during the next day, when I could best do so unobserved by my mother, and put them in the summerhouse, and to be sure to have my best dress and best hat and to bring all I had best, because I should travel as his wife, and I must look very nice indeed as his wife should. Then he said he would not come for me before nine o'clock, and I must manage to be quite ready. He wanted to know whether I should find it difficult to get out of the house so late, as, if so, we must make another plan. But I knew I could do it easily, and I did so long, long for the time to come. I assured him I would be quite ready, and as nicely dressed as he could wish for - my mother being a dressmaker and I being a good "model", she always had me well dressed, saying I was her walking advertisement.

'So, after a night of almost complete sleeplessness and what seemed an eternity of waiting, the fated hour came. I carried out Charlie's instructions. I took, bit by bit, the things I required, and hid them in the summerhouse, and when Charlie came he found me dressed and ready. I had changed my clothes and left those I usually wore every day on the seat, where my mother found them a few hours later. I was in such a ferment of mind and body that I have a most indistinct recollection of how we left the little summerhouse. I left it a virgin, not quite a chaste one it is true, and when I came back I was one no more! Heigh oh!

'Well, I remember things more distinctly from the time Charlie put me into a first-class carriage, and followed me when he had seen my portmanteaus into the baggage van. There was only one other occupant, an old gentleman, who had evidently travelled from London. He took off his spectacles to look at me, and seemed so satisfied that I was worth looking at that he hardly once took his eyes off me until we reached Dover. It irritated me more than I can tell, being so stared at, but it amused Charlie immensely and he gave me sly little nudges from time to time and whispered in my ear that I had made a new conquest.

'However, I kept quiet, though I would have loved to say something pert to the old gentleman. The fact was that my nerves were strung to such a pitch of excitement that I often wonder my brain was not turned. We went to the Ship Hotel, which, of course you know, is close to the pier at Dover, and Charlie took a private sitting room and a double-bedded sleeping room, and put himself down in the visitors' book as Captain Charles Vincent and me as his wife, with the Honourable before our names.

'I felt very nervous indeed. Everyone seemed to look very hard at me. In my heart I said to myself, "They know." But at last we went upstairs to our sitting room. There Charlie took me in his arms and gave me, as he said, all the kisses and fond caresses and passionate embraces he would have given me in the train had not the horrid old gentleman been there. He took off my hat and cloak and went back a few steps to admire me, as he said, and when he had looked me over for a moment he ran up and again clasped me in his arms, saying, 'Oh! Lizzie! I have never seen you so well dressed before. You look as perfect a lady as could be, and only thirteen, my darling. This swelling bosom, these lovely bubbies and those splendid hips don't belong to a child of thirteen, but to one of nineteen or twenty; and your beautiful, really beautiful face, though delightfully young looking, is by no means that of a child!' and he kissed and petted and fondled me, and put his naughty, delightful hand between my thighs, and I began to lose all the nervousness I had, and leaned against him with a heart brimful of love and affection; and desire made me throb all over.

'Charlie insisted on our having some supper, and we had a bottle of champagne. I did not feel in the least hungry and I told him so, but he said he was certain I had eaten nothing all day. He confessed it had been the same with him, and unless we ate and drank we should have no strength to support us during the night. "If you think you are going to get a wink of sleep before four o'clock, and perhaps at all tonight, you are vastly mistaken my Lizzie darling," and his eyes poured forth volumes of dazzling light into mine.

'Before we had our supper brought Charlie had given me two rings; I have them both now. Here they are where he first put them. A wedding ring and a keeper with pearls, diamonds and rubies. This was my mock marriage and real honeymoon. I was afterwards really married with the same ring and that marriage was followed by a mock honeymoon. It was well he did this, for we were waited on by a handsome and pert maid, and several times I noticed her eyes fixed on my hands as if to see whether I carried the outward and respectable mark of matrimony. I wonder how many similar rings Charlie had given to other girls? He was a great ravisher of maidens. A great hand at seduction in all its phases - a perfect hunter after women - and I was only one of a great number who had passed from virginity to womanhood through the gates of his arms, for, like my last Charlie, my first Charlie began cunt-hunting very young and being, like you, handsome, well furnished with the necessary weapons and rich, he scored far more successes than failures. He always said I was the gem of all he had had, and that he found me by accident. Certainly he had no trouble with me, for like a ripe peach, I fell the moment his fingers touched me.

'Well! after supper the maid wanted to know whether she should assist me to undress when I went to bed, and Charlie answered for me, saying that I was obliged but I should not require her services that night, and he added that we were not to be disturbed in the morning, as we had come a long journey, and would probably sleep it out. The girl, I could see, struggled to suppress a smile. I was too plainly very recently married, if married at all, and I think she saw well enough that our night would not be passed in sleep! I know I blushed! I could not help it. As she left the room I caught her running her eye over Charlie, and unless I am mistaken, she thought she would willingly change places with me, and take her chances of getting any sleep in Charlie's bed.

'And now I am very near the end of the life of my poor little maidenhead which died before I was fourteen. Few perish quite so early, but I am afraid, at least in that class of life in which I was born, few survive fifteen or sixteen. There are too many opportunities for such girls to get rid of these little pests! - I had just found that I had one only to see or rather to feel it disappear forever.

'Charlie, as soon as the maid was gone, begged me to go to bed! Now it is strange but true, and I think it is natural, that eager as I was to be had, delighted at the idea of being in bed with him, knowing the pleasure I had already had from his sweet prick, even so the 'bed' rather alarmed me. I would willingly have put it off, but Charlie begged and besought me not to delay his happiness and mine too, and feeling a little like a real virgin bride, no doubt, I suffered him to lead me to our room. "Now darling! darling!" cried Charlie, "I must go and take half a dozen whiffs of a cigar and see who is in the house, so as to find out if there is anyone I had better keep you hidden from. I won't be long. You unfasten your clothes but don't take them off. I will be your maid tonight - and - your man too!"

'"Oh! Charlie! don't be long! Don't leave me all by myself!"

'"No one will come and eat you, my pet! Besides," said he smiling, "you may like to find yourself alone for a few minutes."

'I understood I did require it very much, and I said no more to detain him. I saw the necessary article, and in my mind I thanked my Charlie for his kind thought. It seemed so delicate of him, too, and I felt my heart bound towards him.

'Before I followed his instructions and loosened my clothes. I peeped out of the window. Then suddenly remembering what I had to do, I let the blind fall from my hands and set to work unhooking my dress, and unbuttoning and loosening the strings, and whilst I was doing this my Charlie came in, with quick, eager steps, catching me in his arms, putting one of his thighs between mine and exclaiming, "All right, my Lizzie! There's no one here that knows me or whom I know. Now! my pet! let me undress you! We will put our skins on and have a lovely - oh, a lovely night in that heavenly bed."

'Oh! he was quicker at taking off my clothes than my experience in the summerhouse at home would have made me believe possible. In a brace of shakes he had me naked, all but my chemise, stockings and boots. I thought he would leave me my chemise, but you will see! To take off my boots and stockings, he made me sit down on a chair, and his naughty hands kept on pushing up my chemise, to be out of his way, higher up my thighs than was at all required, and somehow my cunnie would come (as he said) in his way. It was lovely! He tickled me so, he made me laugh - he excited me so, that to pay him out I put my now naked foot between his thighs. At once he took it, and put the sole of it on to his beautiful stiff prick and a thrill like electricity shot all through me. My touch made him hurry up too. Both stockings were off now, and I was going to rise off the chair, but he pushed me back and said he must see my shoulders and bubbies bare! In a moment he had my chemise off my shoulders, so that it lay round my middle; all above it was perfectly naked. With a cry of delight he fell with his mouth on my bosom, kissing, biting, nibbling, whilst he pressed between my thighs and stroked them beneath my chemise with his hands. Then, suddenly rising, he caught me in his arms, pulled me straight up, and, my chemise falling to the floor, he lifted me up, kicked it away, and put me down in front of him as naked as I was born.

'"Oh! Charlie!" I exclaimed, "how could you! Let me have my chemise!" and I put my hands, naturally, over my motte and cunnie, for I felt shame glowing all over me, to be so dreadfully naked in the presence of a man!

'"Oh! my lovely, my beautiful Lizzie! I cannot let you cover up that lovely form and those exquisite charms! Look, girl! Here! Come! Look at yourself in this glass, and say whether you ever saw anything prettier in your life!' And he half pushed, half carried me, a most unwilling victim at that moment, before the long glass in the door of the wardrobe.

'Oh! I can hardly tell you what an impression my own reflection made on me! The moment before I felt as if I were crimson all over, from shame at being completely naked in the presence of Charlie, but now I was so struck with what I saw before me that all feelings of shame vanished and were replaced by a flood of pleasure. I had never seen myself, as a whole, naked in the glass, for I had no such mirror in my own little bedroom at home, and it never struck me to strip myself and see what I was like, when clothed in nothing but my naked charms, with the assistance of the cheval glass in mother's trying-on room. Besides all the surroundings were in favour of my seeing myself to the highest advantage now. The wallpaper of the room was dark, and reflected light badly, so that my figure in the mirror stood out against a dark background and showed up with dazzling whiteness. I could not but admire myself. Mother had often said I was a well-made girl, but she never expatiated much on my figure or my charms. Here I had them all before me, and I was amazed and delighted at the revelation! You, Charlie, have seen me naked and know what I am like now. Well! I was nearly as rounded in form and full in figure and shape of my limbs as now. What perhaps struck me first, most of all, was what a nice unblemished skin I had. Next, how lovely my shoulders and bosom were, how slender my waist, and how beautifully my hips gradually expanded until they were wider than my chest. My pretty little bubbies, well separated, each looking a little away from the other, each perfectly round where it sprang from my bosom, and both tapering in lovely curves until they came to two rosebuds points, next caught my delighted eyes. I had never seen them look so lovely as they did now, as they gleamed and shone, apparently whiter than the body from which they grew, as the light flashed upon them. My belly was smooth, broad and dimpled in the centre with a sweet little navel, like a perfect plain of snow which appeared the more dazzling from the thick growth of hair which curled in dark rich brown locks on the triangle of my motte, gradually growing thinner and less close as it tapered to that point which, receding between my rounded thighs, divided at the spot where my pretty, demure little cunnie commenced to form. I could not see the whole of my cunnie when I stood upright, for it turned in between my thighs too quickly, so to say, as if it felt that it should hide itself until love demanded it to be displayed by the action of opening my legs. My thighs, knees, calves, ankles and feet next came in for their share of inspection, and by the time I had looked myself over from head to toe, I came to the conclusion that Charlie was right, and that a lover should be permitted to gaze with enraptured eyes on charms of no common class of beauty. Don't think me vain, but I have been too often told that I am beautiful to believe that every man who has seen me naked is and has been a liar.

'Well, whilst I was thus intoxicating myself with my own reflection Charlie was not idle. He had completely stripped himself, and came eagerly up, as naked as myself. He put his arm round my neck, and stood beside me, adding his masculine beauty to the picture I saw in the glass before me.

'"Now, Lizzie! is not that a perfect picture? Don't we make a real handsome couple?"

'I could only respond by putting my arm around his waist and pressing him to my side. His warm body sent a thrill through me, as I felt it in this delicious close contact, and I saw a little ruby and shining point suddenly protrude between the upper lips of my excitable little cunt. Oh! Charlie looked splendid! I took my eyes off myself to gaze at him in wonder and admiration. He looked so powerful, yet so lithe. His shoulders were as broad as mine were narrow, and his hips as narrow as mine were broad. His deep and manly chest contrasted with my more graceful but completely feminine bosom. His arms, long and muscular, seemed perfect models in marble, and every movement on his part showed the firm muscles move under the skin beneath which there was little of that soft fat or flesh which made my limbs and body so pliant and smooth. But naturally, it was his long, stiff, straight, grand-looking prick and the big rough bunch which formed his handsome balls underneath, in their velvety wrinkled bag, which chiefly attracted my burning eyes, for there it was, that truly stalwart prick, pointing up at my face! It seemed a formidable weapon indeed, so strong, so conquering, so irresistible. Its head, of a more or less rosy colour with a suspicion of violet at the edges, was half uncovered, and its almost impudent look amused me as it seemed to scan me with its slit-like little eye on its top. I could see that this splendid weapon was broader and thicker at its base, where it sprang from the forest of hair which clothed my lover's motte, and slightly tapered until it reached its head, where it suddenly widened again only to taper quickly off to a rounded blunt point, where its "eye" was. Charlie took my hands, put one under his balls and the other on his prick and made me feel and press them for a moment. I almost fainted with the thrilling emotion this feeling of him sent through me, and clasping me to him, he pressed himself against me so that his mighty spear-like weapon was closed in between his belly and mine. I could feel its point high above my navel, and I remember wondering whether, supposing he could get it in, I should feel it up inside me as far as that! At the same time I felt certain that to get so huge a volume as that into my tight little cunt would be impossible. I was convinced of that.