Anonymous - The Altar of Venus

"Edyth, darling," I pleaded coaxingly, as prior to retiring for the night, she slipped on her night-gown before removing her undergarments, "why don't you want me to see you naked ? You know I love to . . . but you always have something on, just to deprive me of the pleasure!"

"Gilbert! You've seen me naked often enough!"

"Why, darling, you know I haven't seen you naked half a dozen times. You've got the prettiest form of any girl I ever saw," I would add cunningly, "I don't see why you want to keep it hidden from me."

Such a plea, of course, was irrisistible.

"Well, for heaven's sake! I suppose you'll keep on teasing until I take off my night-gown!"

And off it came, while she stood blushing before me for a moment.

"Come closer darling."

When she came within arm reach, I twined my fingers in the cluster of silky brown curls at the apex of her legs.

"I had a suspicion about what part of my form you wanted to see!"

When I learned that intercourse was supposed to be enjoyed only at night under cover of dark^ ness I immediately developed an insatiable desire for daylight gratification.

"Edyth," I whispered one day I took her on my knees after lunch, "I want to do it so bad I just can't wait until night. Just feel this!"

"But I'm all dressed!" she exclaimed in a suffocated voice.

"All you have to do is just slip off your panties!"

A bit of coaxing, liberally interspersed with kisses, and as usual I won my point. With reddened cheeks, she unfastened the little silken garment and lay down on the sofa.

"Darling, lie face down this time. It gives me the nicest feeling to have your bottom rubbing against me!"

"Gilbert!" she protested, in shocked indignation.

In this, as always, she yielded after the requisite coaxing, turning over on her stomach.

I raised her dress, exposing the firm beautiful hemispheres, and placed myself above her with my knees between her legs. Slipping one hand down the front of her bodice over one of her breasts, I inserted the other one under her abdomen and placed my finger on her clitoris. Her. bottom quivered and vibrated against my stomach, in instantaneous response to the caress.

The opportunity to let her make all the racket she wanted to was a good one, for it was midday and the noise of traffic in the street below was such to lessen the probability of being overheard. Pressing my cock into her as far as it would go, I began to titillate her clitoris with

my finger. And, as I had anticipated, the show began.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! she shrieked, "Oh, that's good! It's wonderful! Oh! Gilbert, dearest, darling, Oh! Oh! Oh!"

For ten or fifteen minutes I kept her squealing and kicking, under the double provocation of a cock inside and a finger outside, and then unable to longer resist the contagious excitation my own organism released itself.

"Gilbert, did I make much noise?" she asked guiltily, after it was all over, and we had arranged our clothing.

"If there was anyone closer than Trafalgar Square who didn't hear you, I'll be surprised, darling."

"Oh!" she gasped, horrified. "Why didn't you put your hand over my mouth?"

"You know where both my hands were, dear. Tell me, honey, did it feel nice? Do you like it that way? How many times did you come?"

"Gilbert! I don't want to talk about it!"

"Why not, darling?"

"Gilbert, will you please hush up?"

The extreme sensitiveness of her clitoris and its peculiar erectile qualities set me to speculating, almost involuntarily, as to what the effect of a warm tongue onit would be. Out of respect to her, I had refrained from even tentative explorations in the way of "frenching" but chance brought up the subject one night*

We were in bed, and Edyth was lying cuddled up by me. She was in a talkative mood. She had asked me a number of questions about Paris, and my experiences there, to which I gave discreet replies, when snuggling up closer to me, she said:

"Gilbert, there's something I want to ask you about …" she hesitated a moment, and continued in a low voice: "A woman told me, but I don't know whether it's really true. Do those French girls really let men do it to them in the mouth? . . . And do men do it to them with their tongues, too?"

When I was able to speak with composure, I replied:

"Well, darling, the French girls haven't any exclusive patents on it! I guess women of all nationalities take it that way sometimes, if they like a man well enough. And the same thing applies to men."

"Gilbert! Did you ever do that to a woman with your tongue?"

"Who? Me? Why, no, darling," I answered, discreetly, 'I never met a woman I cared for well enough to do that. That is, until I met you. I'd do it that way for you in a minute, if you wanted it."

"Why, Gilbert! That's terrible !"

"Why is it terrible, honey?"

"It's nasty!"

"That depends on the woman. You're not nasty. Youspend half your time in the bath tub. You're as clean and sweet down there as a newly budded rose!"

"I don't mean that way! I mean, It's indecent!" ^

"Well, darling," I lied hypocritically, "I always thought so, too, until I met you. Someway, that sort of makes it seem different. You're so fresh and sweet I'd just as soon put my lips on this, (and I placed my hand on it) as I would on your cheek!"

She remained silent for a few moments, digesting what I had said, and I whispered insinuatingly :

"They say it feels wonderful to a woman, better than any other way. Do you want me to do it to you once that way, just to see?"

"Gilbert! Htish up!"

"Just feel how this little thing is swelling up! I'll bet it would like a nice kiss if its mama didn't object!"

Her limbs trembled convulsively and the "little thing" to which I referred was standing up and pulsing violently.

"Gilbert! … If you don't hush up I swear

Til get up and sleep on the lounge! Take your hand away from there!"

"All right, darling!"

The next day, while leaving a store in which I had purchased some little gifts for her my attention was attracted to a beautiful coat on display in the window. It was an exquisite garment of genuine ermine, and a price tag announced that it was on sale at the specially reduced price of forty pounds. Business had been good and I was tempted to buy the cloak for Edyth. I turned and started back into the store but as I did so it occurred to me that perhaps it would be advisable to get her opinion on it before making the rather costly purchase.

After we had dined that night I suggested a walk. Window shopping was one of her favorite diversions and she agreed with alacrity. A bit later we were gazing into shop windows at finery temptingly displayed, and without disclosing my purpose, I steered her around, until we were in front of the store where the coat was on display.

"Look at that coat, Edyth!" I exclaimed, "Isn't it a beauty"

She gazed at it rapt eyed, and drew a deep breath.

"Oh! Isn't it lovely! And look, Gilbert, only forty pounds!"

She feasted her eyes on it, and as she reluctantly turned away, I said carefully:

"Well, honey, we'll be rich some day, and you'll have a coat like that.'

It was my intention to surprise her with it the next day.

We returned to our apartment and while I sat in the library reading the evening paper, Edyth undressed, and soon I heard her splashing in the bath tub. When she finished bathing she came into the room where I was sitting with a dressing gown draped about her and sat down. She seemed to be preoccupied, and was silent until I laid down my paper. As I did so, she remarked pensively:

"I sure would like to have that coat we saw."

"Yes, the coat is a beauty. Looks like it was just made for you."

"It's a bargain, too. Only forty pounds."

"We'll be able to buy coats like that before long if business continues to improve."