Hermann held Freya’s lips apart and began to slide his thick cock into her hole. She gasped audibly but did not flinch. From my position I could just see Hermann’s penis disappearing from view and his balls dangling between his legs. He moaned as his cock became fully buried in Freya’s cunt. He paused for a moment sliding his hand over her milk-white smooth buttocks, circumnavigating the twin globes. Then he gripped her hips and began to pull out. His shaft appeared but he stopped with his knob on the threshold. Freya gasped again and I imagined the feeling that the absence of the penis produced. Then he thrust and like the piston of a steam engine, his cock shot forward and out of sight. Freya groaned louder this time. He repeated the movement faster and faster till he was indeed like an express train rushing into tunnel after tunnel. With each stab he grunted and Freya cried out, in pain or in ecstasy I was not sure, but then Hermann froze his whole body rigid but trembling and he let out a great sigh. He remained thus for a minute or two while Freya sobbed. When he finally withdrew, drips of semen fell from his limp cock onto the furs. Freya’s knees slid until she lay flat on her stomach. Hermann kissed her neck and whispered in her ear.
‘Thank you, Hermann. A most energetic demonstration,’ Madame said. Hermann stood up to attention, his legs, arms, body and head stiff and straight, all except his penis which hung flaccidly.
‘I am honoured, Madame,’ he said in his thick German accent; then picking up his gown he left us.
‘And you too, Freya. How do you feel?’ The girl was sitting up now, her cheeks still glowing and her skin glistening with a film of perspiration.
‘Oh, it was hard, Madame, but I liked it.’
‘Well done. You have earned your crimson like Victoria. Now the four of you still in white return to your rooms. Your opportunity awaits.’ The four girls, including Natalie, hurried out. Freya picked up her clothes and also walked out of the room, a little stiffly I thought.
‘And what of me?’ I asked Madame.
‘I am sure you will find entertainment, Victoria. I am away to guide those girls.’ She too left me. It seemed that I in my red lovemaking attire was to be left alone. I was about to return to my bedroom when the drawing room door was pushed ajar and a head appeared. It was Albert. He saw that only I remained and he stepped through the opening. He closed the door behind him.
‘Ello, Victoria. You want fuck?’ I laughed aloud at Albert’s faltering but direct English.
‘Oh yes, Albert, I’m ready.’ He came towards me discarding his leather breeches and smock in the few steps that he took. I dropped my knickers and stepped forward to meet him. I made contact with his bobbing penis first. The immense tool came between us. I knelt and deposited kisses up and down its length and enclosed the vast knob in my hands, feeling the silky skin with my fingertips. I was wondering how best to take this monstrous phallus into my vagina and thought that the position I had experienced the previous evening would present the best orientation. Then I had a better idea. I signalled to Albert to lie on the carpet. He followed my instruction and lay on his back. His cock was like a flagpole. I stood astride him giving him a view straight up my fanny which caused him to leer at me. Then I started to bend my knees. The look on Albert’s face showed that he understood what I intended.
Slowly I lowered myself, my thighs parting and my lips opening up. I made contact with the tip of the beetroot that was the end of his cock. I paused. Could I do this? What if I should fall? He would split me in two. Very carefully I lowered myself. The knob stretched me wide, there was a moment of pain, and then I was over the thickest part. I continued to lower myself, astounded that Albert’s long, wide cock was being swallowed up by my cunt. Albert too seemed surprised, his eyes wide open with wonder. At last I was squatted down so my buttocks pressed on his balls. It felt as though his penis was going to emerge through my throat. I rested, savouring the feeling of the gigantic prick filling me. Then I started to rise. The cock slid smoothly but I stopped just before it slipped out. I lowered myself again. Albert’s eyes were rotating up into his head and as I descended he lifted his buttocks off the floor, supporting himself on his heels and shoulders. I repeated the movement faster this time. Legs straight, knees bend. I slid up and down his cock as if it were a well-greased piston. My thighs began to ache but now my desire was driving me. Albert cried but still I continued pumping until it happened. A fountain of semen hit my cervix and Albert let out a drawn-out moan. My legs gave way and I collapsed on top of him, his softening penis still deep inside me.
‘Oh well done, Victoria.’ I looked up to see Madame standing in the doorway. ‘You weren’t due to try that position for a few weeks yet but I knew you could be inventive.’
Chapter 9
Victoria Has a Probing Lesson
‘Ah, there it is,’ Natalie squealed.
I looked up stiffly from my embroidery. I was trying to complete a piece using the grey February light but sitting in an upright chair by the south-facing window in the drawing room of the Venus School for Young Ladies was starting to make my neck ache.
‘There what is?’ I enquired. Natalie held up a book and I could see that the title was Kama Sutra.
‘The position by which I had intercourse with Hermann last night.’ Madame Thackeray insisted that we keep a record of all our coital experiments and that we find out what the Indian mystics said about them. As I had observed Natalie and Hermann in their tryst, I knew what she was referring to.
Natalie had spread her naked body over the side of her bed with her feet barely touching the floor. Then she had swung her legs up and caught hold of her knees. From my position sitting on a chair just a few feet away at the side of the bedroom I had a wonderful picture of her puckered anus and her orchid-like sex. Her lips glowed pinkly in the candle light and seemed to swell as I watched. Hermann, who was also naked by this time, stepped forward obscuring my view. I moved closer and sat on the floor by their side so that I could watch what they did.
Hermann knelt and lowered his head to her fanny. His tongue reached out and orbited around her arsehole then slid up to her crack, dividing the lips and finally coming to rest on her little clitoris that just poked out of the folds. Natalie giggled and her buttocks trembled but she kept pulling on her knees so that her toes touched the bedspread beside her head and she tried to open her thighs even wider. Hermann lapped at her and her juices started to flow. A drip oozed out of her crack, ran down her perineum and was trapped in her lower hole.
The young man stopped his nuzzling and stood up. As the bed was high he could stand upright while his cock sought out Natalie’s crack. The head of his penis looked like that of a snake searching for the nectar in the fleshy flower. I almost expected a forked tongue to flick from the small round mouth and taste Natalie’s honeydew. The head delved deeper, disappearing from view and inch after inch of shaft followed it. I heard Natalie’s gasp as Hermann’s thick tool penetrated deep into her vagina. He rested when his balls slapped against her buttocks. He gripped her round globes in each hand and moved his hips to withdraw. The glistening shaft came into view again and Natalie groaned, but he didn’t pull out. His knob paused in the folds of her sex for a moment then his hips thrust with such force, driving the cock into the hole at speed, that Natalie screeched with surprise and perhaps a little pain.
He pulled out again bringing another sigh from his mount. Then another thrust and another cry and now gripping her small bottom with both hands he slammed into her time and time again. I was mesmerised by the reciprocating motion of his cock in her cunt. With each thrust, Natalie cried, louder and louder and sometimes intelligibly bidding him ‘oui, oui’. Despite Hermann’s experience I knew he could not last at this pace and my prediction was soon justified by his own drawn-out cry and final thrust. Natalie’s legs shook as her own orgasm took hold and for a few moments they remained joined together until Hermann sighed, withdrew and collapsed in a heap on the floor.
I couldn’t resist Natalie’s drooling sex and crawled to take Her
mann’s place. I knelt and pressed my face against her dripping fanny and sucked at her canal. I loved the salty flavour of Hermann’s semen mixed with the sweetness of Natalie’s own secretions. My ministrations kept her at her climax and she continued to moan and shake for minutes while I buried my fingers in my own sex, rubbing myself in time with my lapping tongue until I had had my fill and reached my own climax. As I rested back on my ankles, Natalie finally let her knees go and her legs rotated to the floor.
‘Sacré bleu, très bon,’ she gasped.
‘Do you agree?’ I awakened from my recollections to find myself back in the drawing room with Natalie questioning me.
‘Pardon, Natalie, I was far away,’
‘I could see. I said that it was a good position even though the female is unable to contribute much to the motion.’
‘You are right,’ I assented. ‘It is a deep fuck and so gives both satisfaction. You certainly seemed to enjoy it.’
‘And you too I imagine. Your mouth following Hermann’s cock was divine.’
The door opened and Madame Thackeray entered. We stood up and curtsied politely, our crinolines rustling.
‘Good afternoon girls. I was hoping to find you here, Victoria. Please come with me.’ She turned and left the room, leaving me and Natalie to exchange mystified glances. I hurried after Madame with a growing fear. What had I done wrong this time? I could not recall doing anything to incur her displeasure but my buttocks carried the memory of the previous occasions when I had received punishment.
I followed Madame into her study bedroom. There was a large wood fire crackling in the hearth and the room had a warm welcoming glow. She closed the door behind me and slid a bolt into its slot.
‘Undress please, Victoria.’ I could not argue so began to undo the many small buttons that fastened my green silk dress up to my neck. However, I could question.
‘In what way have I displeased you, Madame?’ I saw her riding crop lay in its accustomed place on her desk and the sight of it gave me palpitations.
‘You have not caused me any displeasure, Victoria,’ she said, a smile flickering over her smooth, pale face.
‘But you intend to beat me. Am I not mistaken, Madame?’
‘Oh yes. I will beat you, Victoria, but do not look upon it as a punishment. View this afternoon as a further lesson in your education.’ I had completed unfastening the buttons and when I pulled the sleeves from my arms the dress subsided around me. I stepped out of the hoops and continued to remove my slip and petticoats. As I did so I noticed two objects on Madame’s bed, a black leatherette case almost a foot square and an instrument that looked a little like that used for making pats of butter. It was of polished wood with a handle about six inches long and a thin flat blade some four inches wide by a foot in length.
‘Will you be using your crop?’ I asked tentatively.
‘Not on this occasion, Victoria. That instrument, as you know, is one that I reserve for punishments such as I gave Olivia a short while ago.’ The Italian girl had not been able to sit for a week after Madame had disciplined her for failing to prepare herself for intercourse. ‘No, today you will experience the paddle.’ She lifted the wooden implement from the bed and gave it an experimental swish through the air.
I pulled my slip over my head and once again stood naked in front of my headmistress. The sight gave her obvious pleasure and her eyes roved from my ample bosom to my neatly trimmed, dark pubic hair.
‘Over the elephant, please, Victoria. I think we had better use the cords because I have no doubt that you will wriggle uncontrollably.’ I took up the by-now familiar position, flung like baggage over the elephant shaped stool. Madame tied my arms and legs to those of the wooden animal; then I was left for a few minutes to consider my fate while rustling told me that Madame was divesting herself of her clothes in order to assault me with complete freedom.
At last there was silence, save the crackling of the log fire, and I was aware that Madame was contemplating my buttocks and my gaping sex. I had no idea what to expect from the paddle and when the first blow came I was pleasantly surprised. It felt like a light slap over a considerable area of my left buttock. There was none of the sharp immediate pain of the crop. However, Madame did not pause as she did with her other instrument. The slaps came one after the other over both buttocks, the back of my thighs and my calves. Soon the heat began to grow. The stinging was as if I had fallen naked, arse first into a bush of nettles. Still Madame persisted with blow after blow descending on my rear. I wriggled, pulled on my bonds and cried out, to no avail. I was scarcely conscious of each individual blow, one melded into the next, but I was aware of the fire that covered the whole lower half of my body.
At last, after an eternity, Madame desisted and through my sobs I heard her panting. I awaited her next move. On previous occasions her finger had traced a delightful trail around my arse and sex. Now my cunt ached for her attention. With my hands bound and my legs fastened wide apart I was unable to satisfy myself. I longed for Madame’s touch but it did not come. The ache grew until all of my mind was focused on my swollen, exposed fanny. I was quite unaware of what Madame was doing but I knew I was dripping juices in preparation for satisfaction. Still Madame made no move. At last when I felt I could take no more of the torture of anticipation she began to undo my bonds.
‘Stand up, Victoria,’ she said as she released my wrists and ankles. I slid off the stool and stood up shakily. I became conscious once again of the heat in my buttocks and thighs. I tentatively reached around to place a soothing hand on my sore cheeks.
‘Don’t touch, Victoria! Come here,’ Madame beckoned me to join her by the side of her double bed. As before, I marvelled at her slim mature body. She seemed quite comfortable in her nakedness. She was leaning over the leatherette case undoing two sprung catches. She opened the lid and I looked in at a most unfamiliar object resting in folds of satin. It had the shape of a wide V with a swelling at the apex to which a number of leather straps were fixed. The object seemed to be constructed of smooth polished leather with one arm black and the other nearly white. Both arms were about eight inches long and I would struggle to wrap my hand around them. Madame lifted the object from its case and it was then that I saw that the black and white rods were fashioned in the shape of a penis.
‘It is a dildo with two ends,’ I gasped.
‘That is correct, Victoria.’ Madame turned to face me holding up the instrument in her hands for me to examine properly. ‘A steel core wrapped with linen and covered with the finest calf leather.’ She pressed the two cocks together and then when she relaxed they snapped back to their former position.
‘But how …? What is it for?’ I was quite mystified. I had experienced, in fact enjoyed, the sensation of an artificial cock filling my vagina but could not imagine the purpose of this double tool.
‘You will see,’ Madame said as she climbed onto the bed and sat with her back against the pillows. She opened her legs and I gazed at her dark hole with its fringe of soft blonde curls. She gripped the bulge at the bottom of the double dildo in both hands with the tip of the black cock resting against her sex. With a groan, she arched her back and drove the knob into her slit. I watched in awe as the shaft swiftly disappeared from view. She held the leather scrotum against her fanny and slid off the bed.
‘Come, Victoria, help me fasten the straps.’ I took a step forward and gathered up the strips of lather. At first I was confused until the realisation came that there were four suspenders connected to a belt. I place the latter around Madame’s waist.
‘Pull it tight and fasten it securely,’ Madame ordered. ‘I do not want it to come loose.’ I did as she instructed and pulled hard on the belt until it was secured. The other straps framed the V of her pubis and encircled her buttocks. She removed her hands from the tool. I stepped away from her and was amazed by what I saw. Madame had been transformed into a man-woman. I could not help my eyes flick to and fro from her round breasts and hard erect n
ipples to the ivory-coloured cock that thrust up and out from between her legs. She looked as eager and ready to penetrate a vagina as any of the men. Strangely, it did not occur to me to question whom the recipient of the erection was to be.
Madame raised a hand to her mouth and spat some saliva onto her fingers. Then she transferred the fluid to the knob of the jutting cock. It glistened in the glow of the fire.
‘Get on the bed please, Victoria.’ It was only then that the realisation dawned on me that Madame wanted to fuck me as if she were a man. I wondered what it would be like to be pierced by the leather-clad steel rod. I clambered onto the mattress and lay on my back.
‘No, on your knees, please.’ I rolled on to my stomach and raised myself into kneeling position facing the headboard.
‘Put your head down and spread your legs.’ I did as I was bidden, folding my arms on the pillows and resting my head on my forearms. I was aware that my still-stinging buttocks were now raised up and my fanny was gaping wide.
I couldn’t see but I felt Madame climb on the bed behind me. There was a pause of a few moments when I was unsure what would happen, then I felt the cold head of the dildo press against my lips. Madame did not wait to see if I was open and ready for penetration but drove in with one powerful thrust. I screamed as if it were the first time that I had been entered and my maidenhead had been torn asunder. The steel penis crashed against my cervix, a feeling like a red-hot poker drilling into my torso. Madame forced the leather-covered balls between my labia, stretching wide my vulva.
Tears trickled down my cheeks as I accepted the sensation of being filled by the steel and leather tool, but, before I could recover my composure, it withdrew. It felt as if my innards were being dragged out through my cunt but then Madame slammed into me again and I cried out a second time. Madame was quite without pity and pounded into me again and again. At first all I experienced was the pain of being torn apart as each thrust bore into me. I began to swoon but as I became numb a different feeling came over me. The rhythmic thrusts seemed to be happening to another person and instead I was engulfed in electricity that tingled pleasantly. Gradually the charge increased, setting all my muscles into contractions. I was suddenly back in my own body as the orgasm took hold with Madame still fucking me, all be it at a slower pace. I groaned loudly and Madame too cried out. She froze with the steel cock rammed hard up my fanny and then it slowly slid out. My knees slid from under me and I lay exhausted on the bed, quite unaware what had happened to Madame.
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