Fifty Shades of Victorian Desire

by Davina Charleston

  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!’

  ‘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.

  A NIGHT IN A COUNTRY HOUSE

  FOR 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.’