Anonymous - The Altar of Venus

Meanwhile the girl kept up her amiable chatter to which I was now able to listen with more attention, and as my tranquiliy returned, I ventured to ask her a few questions. Her name was , Rose. She was not as I had supposed, French, but Belgian. No; she didn't like this kind of life. She was saving up her money to leave it and return to her native land. Some of the men who came were not nice. They were never satisfied, and expected a girl to do all Jrinds of things. Only last night, she confided, a man had wanted to do it to her in the bottom, and had gotten angry when she refused. Inwardly I marveled at the incongruous lifte of reasoning she must have employed to justify herself in taking a man's cock in her mouth, and at the same time maintain scruples against it in her bottom but I kept my thoughs on the subject to myself.

The abulutions now concluded to her satisfaction, she removed the basin, and inquired: "How do you want it, dearie, single or double?"

Obvious as was the question I failed to comprehend it at the moment. Not wishing to display further signs of ignorance and as the world "single" sounded somewhat less formidable than "double" I replied with but a momentary resi-tation: "Single."

What she wanted to know of course was whether I wished only to be sucked off, or in addition, also perform on her at the same time.

I started toward the bed, but she stopped me with a gesture, saying:

"Listen, dearie, I'm going to tell you something. You've never had it "french" before, and you're nervous. Don't lie down. Let me do it to you standing up. It will feel nicer that way."

Though surprised I acceded to her suggestion and under her guidance I leaned against the wall while she placed a cushion on the floor at my feet, and kneeled upon it.

The fifteen or twenty minutes which followed will remain engraved upon my mind as long as memory lasts. Fifteen or twenty minutes during which such waves of delight passed through my body, as set every nerve from the top of my head to the tips of my toes tingling with ecstasy, waves which alternately lifted me up on their crests to the heights of sublimest delight, and then gently dropped me back down to less turbulent but equally delicious realms of bliss.

On her knees before me, one hand clasping my testicles, the other resting lightlyon my hips, she took my cock in her mouth. She began a slow backward and forward movement with her head with the result, that at one moment, only the crown was between her lips, the next, half its length was engulfed within her mouth. And as the foreskin receded with the forward movement, exposing the head, she ran her tongue around and over it and each time that hot tongue passed over or curled around the delicate gland, the sensation fairly stood me on tip-toes.

Had she wished to do so, she could have brought this performance to its conclusion within less than sixty seconds, for I could not have withstood the uninterrupted action of her tongue and lips for a longer period, but she was evidently disposed to give me my money's worth and with scientific exactitude she regulated her lingual activities to coordinate them with my powers of resistance, and each time, just as the sensation reached its zenith of intensity she relaxed the tension just sufficiently to forestall the impending explosion.

During the short interval this sybaritic ritual was in progress I was a dozen times so close to the crisis that through a feeling of embarrassment at the idea of ejaculating in her mouth, I put my hand on her head to ease her away, but she declined to release her grip on the palpitating object between her lips and motioned to me disapprovingly.

Finally, cognizant of the fact that the limit of my endurance had been reached, she removed her lips and said:

"I'm going to let it come now! Don't move and don't try to jerk it away! Just stand perfectly still and let me do everything!"

She pushed the foreskin back with her fingers and took the exposed head between her lips. This time, there was no movement. Apparently she was just holding it in her mouth. But, ah! I felt a sudden suction alternated with curling and tapping of a soft tongue around the gland, which continued a few moments and then, suddenly the seminal fluid was spurting into her mouth. She continued the suction until the last drop had been withdrawn.

Rising quickly she spit out the spermatic libation and rinsed her mouth with several successive glasses of water. I threw myself upon the bed from which I watched her with half closed eyes.

And thus was my first experience in passive fellatio or, as it is vulgarly called in the language of the day, "being frenched" satisfactorily consumated, and I had enjoyed to the fullest that sexual caress which is probably the most exquisite of any known to mortals.

I have always, I fear, been afflicted with an excess of sentimentality, a defect which has caused me unhappiness and disagreeable complications on more than one occasion. In casual dealings with the fair sex, it is well to avoid sentimental weakness.

In plain words, a hot cock and cold heart make the best combination. When sentimental considerations begin to play too conspicuous a part in sexual affairs we are in for disappointment or trouble or maybe both. There is a funny superstitution prevalent among women of middle and lower class in England to the effect than a man will never, forget a woman who has sucked his cock and young wives are frequently advised by older women to employ this unique method of firmly anchoring their husband's affections! As to what truth there may be in the allegation,. I hardly dare venture to maintain but before twenty-four hours went by I wanted to see Rose again so badly, I could harly think of anything else. Financial considerations prevented my immediate return and was two weeks before I could accumulate the necessary funds.

I returned but when my eyes eagerly swept the assembly in search of Rose, she was not visible.

"Is Rose in?" I inquired, politely.

"No, she's gone." was the brief response.

"When will she be back ?" I asked, my heart sinking with disappointment.

"She won't be back. She's gone away."

"Where can I find her?"

Nobody knew, or they did know which was more likely, they were not disposed to tell. Wouldn't another girl do just as well? Clearly, in the matter of having one's cock sucked, they were unable to see why any fine distinctions between girls should be drawn.

I shook my head negatively, my heart too full for words. I wanted Rose and nobody but Rose-the disappointment was too keen to consider a substitute. They all looked drab and unattractive in comparison with the vanished Belgian. I backed out of the door, went down the stairs I had ascended in such a pleasant glow of anticipation, to turn my steps disconsolately homeward.

A week later I paid a belated visit to Josephine. She received me with open arms, overjoyed at my return. Indeed so affectionate was her greeting that I felt a twinge of conscience for my dereliction and unfaithfulness.

There were few visitors in the reception parlor, and as it seemed probable that we would have the evening free from interruption we lost half an hour or more acquainting each other with what had happened in the interval of our separation.

Needless to say, I omitted to tell her about Rose, and simply delayed my return to the city an extra two weeks to account for not having seen her earlier.

The story of my adventure in the country, which I confided to her quite frankly, convulsed her with laughter.

"What did you let her get away for?" she said, "when you start any thing like that you .ojight to finish it. If you had held her, and given her one good fucking she'd have kept quiet about it and been after you for some more pretty soon! Had her in a hay loft, and your fingers in her pussy, and then let her get away from you. I'm surprised!"