Anonymous - The altar of VVenus - The Making of a Victorian Rake

" Will you do it for me the ' French' way?"

" Sure, I' ll ' French' you, dearie!" the surprise was over. But while it lasted a misfortune had overtaken me. Exactly as years previously on the threshold of being initiated by the golden haired Flora, embarrassment and nervousness vanquished virility at a critical moment, and I now sensed the calamitous fact that my cock was hanging down in inert and lifeless dejection. The perception of this disaster brought a flush to my cheeks, and I would gladly have retired had I been able to think of some pretext to cause my flight.

The girl, unconscious of my embarrassment, wsa already engaged in preliminary preparations, and was chatting away in an amiable fashion, but I was too engrossed with my own preoccupations to hardly know what she was saying. Soon she was standing before me with a bowl of water in her hands and a towel over her arm, waiting for me to disrobe. There was no help for it and reluctantly I commenced to undress. She had removed her chemise, and was completely naked except for her little high heeled slippers and hose, but even the sight of her exquisitely rounded hips and legs, her protruding breasts, the right profusion of hair that stood out so prominently at the union of her plump thighs were insufficient to revive the miserable appendage which hung its head so lifelessly between my own legs. And now, the last garment was off and its condition was revealed. Without evidencing any surprise, she took it between the fingers, and immersed it in warm water, saying:

" You' ve never had it ' French' before, have you dearie?" I made no reply, and she continued:

" You' re just nervous that' s all. Lots of men are that way the first time. I' ll make it stand up all right."

Meanwhile the girl kept up her amiable chatter to which I was now able to listen with more attention, and as my tranquillity returned, I ventured to ask her a few questions. Her name was Rose. She was not, as I has 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 kinds of things. Only last night, she confided, a man had wanted t to it to her in the bottom, and had gotten angry when she refused. Inwardly I marveled at the incongruous line of reasoning she must have employed to justify herself in taking a man' s cock into her mouth, and at the same time maintain scruples against it in her bottom, but I kept my thoughts on the subject to myself.

The ablutions 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 word " single" sounded somewhat less formidable than " double" I replied with but a momentary hesitation:

What she wanted to know of course was whether I wished only to be sucked off, or in addition, also perform n 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 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 t 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 lightly on my hip, 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 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 period longer, but she was evidently disposed t 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 n 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 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 the 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 fist experience in passive fellatio or, as it is vulgarly called in the language of the day " being Frenched" satisfactorily consummated, 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 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 both are in for disappointment or trouble or maybe both. There is a funny superstition prevalent among women of the middle and lower class in England to the effect that 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 the truth there may be in the allegation, I hardly dare venture to maintain but before twenty- four hours went by I wanted t see Rose again so badly, I could hardly think of anything else. Financial considerations prevented my immediate return and it 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.