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

" Like to take a ride on the roller coaster?"

" Sure!" was the succinct and satisfactory reply.

Something about this girl' s appearance and the matter of fact way in which she accepted my invitation, told me I had a live one. As we made our way to the coaster an adroit question or two extracted the information I was most interested in, namely that she was alone. She lived but a short distance from the park, and was in the habit of coming by herself, to spend an hour or two in the early evening.

Carefully I sized her up, and the inspection tended to confirm my first estimate. Despite her baby face, there was something in her eyes which denoted sophistication. The dress she wore was extremely short, and displayed too well a pair of round mature legs sheathed in glistening black silk stockings, a luxury common enough for now, but rather unusual for young girls at that time. She also had on high heeled French slippers, something still more unusual for extremely young misses.

When we reached the entrance to the coaster, I invested in a sufficient number of tickets to carry us around the track four times. The device in question commonly denominated as the " Russian Mountains" was an inclined track which ascended to an elevation of some height. Little three seated cars were drawn up this track, and permitted to descend a winding course under their own momentum. It was extremely popular with young couples, and it was quite permissible for a gentleman to put his arm around his companion, as in assurance of protection when the cars shot down the steep incline which gave initial impetus and velocity to the journey. Moreover there were several enclosed sections constructed in the form of dark tunnels, located at convenient intervals along the course. Under cover of the darkness so provided warm lips could be discretely kissed, and if the circumstances were favorable, caresses of a still more intimate nature might be indulged in. Naturally, I had all this in mind when I suggested a ride on the coaster.

A scarcity of customers that night resulted in our obtaining the exclusive occupancy of a car designed ordinarily to accommodate three couples. As we slowly ascended the steep incline, I put my arm around my companion' s waist. When the car started down the straightaway, gathering velocity with every second, she squeezed up to me, with the customary simulation of fright.

The first time around I contented myself with warm kisses pressed on half- parted willing lips in the darkness of the tunnels and caverns as we speeded through.

As we started on the second trip, I raised my arm over her shoulder and let my had rest lightly over one of her small but firm little bubbies, and as no objection was made to the contact, I ventured a bit further, and squeezed it softly.

On the third trip around, this same hand was on the inside of her bodice over her bare breast instead of on the outside. It' s mate was under the hem of her short skirt lying on the smooth skin just above the top of her silk stocking – and disposed to go higher.

On the fourth and final trip the hand last referred to had deftly found its way up the inside of a panty leg and was in pleasant contact with something softly hairy, warm, and very moist.

All this had been accomplished with the complete acquiescence and entire complacency of the little miss with the baby face and woman' s legs. City girls are more sensible than country girls.

When we got off the car I had such a hard- on, I wondered uneasily whether people would notice my pants sticking out in front.

How to bring this fortuitous encounter to a satisfactory conclusion was the next problem. And, in a flash, there came to my recollection another charming feature of this amusement park which also greatly contributed to its popularity with young couples.

This feature consisted of a tiny lake where row boats were available for a shilling an hour. In the center of this lake was a small island with a bit of sandy beach and about its interior a few trees and shrubbery. It was toward this island the boats carrying amorous couples were invariably steered and doubtless the trees thereon could have told many interesting stories of romances which had budded and come to flower beneath their discrete shadows on summer nights.

Elated I turned to my companion and suggested a ride on the lake. She was agreeable, but cautioned me that she must be home before ninethirty, or her father would come after her. A hasty glance at my watch told me that it was then almost nine- thirty, but unscrupulously, I told her there was plenty of time. We hurried across the park grounds to the lake, and under a string of lights hanging above a floating platform to which were anchored several dozen row boats I made the necessary monetary arrangements for the use of one of them.

The boatman winked knowingly at me as I helped my little friend to seat herself. Seizing the oars, I quickly had the small craft skimming over the water. The moon was in first quarter, softly illuminating the scene, and a circle of electric lights around the lake twinkled brightly and were reflected back from the velvet surface of the water. I saw with inward satisfaction that there were no other boats out and unless some couple was already at the island we would have it to ourselves. I circled it once and found that, as I had hoped, it was unoccupied.

" Shall we rest a little while on the sand?" I insinuated softly.

" If you want to!" she answered, with a sly smile.

A bit of maneuvering and I quickly had the prow of the boat close against the sandy shore. I jumped out, pulled the small craft up on the beach, and assisted my companion out.

We sat down on the sand. I knew from what she had said about being home early, that we had not time to lose. Placing an arm around her I drew her down so that her head was resting on my lap. I bent over her and as I covered her mouth with mine I slipped a hand under the edge of her dress, and up between her legs. And a moment later one of my fingers was inside the temple.

The road had apparently been traveled already.

" You' ve had it before, haven' t you, cutie?" I murmured.

" Yes!" she replied shortly, her legs twitching under the effect of my fingering, " Lots of times!"

" Who:?"

" Oh, some boys I know!"

When I put my hand between this girl' s legs I had first inserted a finger in her vagina to see whether the way was " open" and after assuring myself on this point, I withdrew it, and felt for her clitoris, with the intention of exciting it. I found, to my surprise that it was a great deal larger than that of any female I had previously manipulated. Also it was of a different shape. Instead of being a small elongated ridge it was conical in shape and stood up seemingly half an inch or so. Under my touch it became perceptibly firmer. It was like a diminutive little cock and it seemed to me the tip must project out between the upper lips of her cunt. Its likeness to a cock was further apparent as I continued to finger it, for it pulsed and throbbed to the touch, standing out harder and firmer. Absorbed in this unusual phenomenon, I prolonged my digital examination, touching, squeezing, and feeling until my companion, frantic at the extended manipulation, exclaimed:

" I can' t stand any more of that! Hurry up and let' s do something!"

I straightened up and glanced out over the water. There was still no sign of other boating parties on the lake but the possibility that some might arrive at an inopportune moment suggested prudence.

" Let' s go back behind those bushes," I suggested, " so that if anyone comes, they won' t see us."

" All right!" she agreed, and jumped to her feet.

We retired to the relative seclusion of a clump of vegetation not far away, and which offered a slight shield from possible observation; there, raising her dress and holding it tucked under her chin, she began unfastening her panties.