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

On one of these occasions after she had slipped off her nightgown and was cuddled up in my arms, she whispered:

" If I asked you to let me do something to you, would you let me?"

" What do you want to do to me, sweetheart?"

" It' s something: oh, you' ll think I' m awful if I tell you!" and she hid her face against my neck and began to giggle.

My curiosity was aroused as it always is when I see a woman giggling and blushing at the same time.

" I' m not easily shocked, sweetheart. What is it you want to do?"

" I won' t tell you unless you promise to let me first!"

Rather suspecting that I was destined to be the object of an amateur experiment in cock sucking, I assured her that I was willing to take the chance, and promised my acquiescence.

" Well, I: oh, I' m ashamed to tell you!"

Thoroughly intrigued, I encouraged with caresses and coaxing. When the secret was out my surprise at its ingenuous, almost infantile nature was boundless. She wanted nothing more nor less than to masturbate me with her fingers so that, quoting her own words, she could " se it when it squirts out!" Speechless for a moment, all I could do was gasp.

" Is that all you wanted to do, sweetheart?"

Her eyes refused to meet mine, but she nodded her head.

" Well, there it is. Go to it!" and I turned over on my back.

With shining eyes, and flushed cheeks, she extended her hand, and began to work the foreskin up and down. All that was necessary for me to do to help her gratify her curiosity was to lie still and let nature take its course. And a few minutes later she was recompensed with the sight of half a dozen copious jets which suddenly flew upward between her fingertips, and barely missed striking her in the face in their trajectory.

About the time I was nineteen, chance enabled me to witness something which made a deep impression on me and the recollection of which has always inspired me with a degree of caution and consideration with respect to the forcing on a woman of any sexual act patently contrary to her inclinations. With this episode I resume the chronological order of my biography.

Shortly before my nineteenth birthday, a commercial establishment in Liverpool, which was indebted to my father to the amount of several hundred pounds, became insolvent and went into bankruptcy. There was a possibility that being represented at the bankruptcy proceedings, a small portion of this money might be saved, and unable to go himself my father delegated me.

Armed with several documentations, and introductions as to my duties I boarded the Liverpool express. It was the first journey of importance I had ever made alone and I was highly elated. I had been provided with a sum of cash sufficient to defray my expenses for the week or ten days I would probably be there, and with the clever idea of diverting a good portion of this money to personal entertainment, instead of going to a first class hotel as I had been instructed, I sought for and found a cheap place, where I could get lodgings for a third of the amount indicated for the purpose.

Although I did not know it at the moment, the place I had selected was a rendezvous for street walkers and prostitutes of low order, some of whom roomed there permanently, others utilizing rooms by the hour, or by the night. My ignorance of this situation was short lived for before a day had elapsed I had taken note of the larger number of females about the place and had observed that they came in accompanied by gentlemen, and went out alone.

This circumstance though intrigued rather than displeased me, and I kept my eyes open, observing with great interest all that was transpiring around me. The women for the most part were on a plane considerably inferior to that of the sporting girls I had come in contact with at home. They looked bedraggled, tired, unhealthy and I saw only a few who possessed attractive qualifications. Their attitude was bold, and I received several plainly worded invitations which, due to my somewhat fastidious taste in female merchandise, failed to awaken enthusiasm.

The second night I was in this place I overheard sounds emanating from the room next to mine, which excited in me a burning curiosity to see what was taking place. There was a connecting door between the two rooms and I examined it carefully to see whether I could find a way to peek through. The keyhole was securely plugged up. A streak of light was visible under the lower extremity of the door, but all efforts to peer under this door were fruitless. Meanwhile, the creaking of bed springs and the murmuring of voices increased my excitement. I listened to these significant sounds with my ear pressed to the door for ten or fifteen minutes, after which they ceased, the light under the door disappeared and the sound of receding footsteps in the hall told me the occupants had taken their departure.

I heard no more that night, but the next day, just as I was about to enter my room the door of the adjoining one opened, and a girl came out.

She was a girl who might have been any age between twenty- six and thirty, a girl who some years previously had probably been possessed of real beauty. She was slender, and the pallidness of her face was accentuated by a heavy coating of powder. Her lips were painted a too vivid scarlet and the precisely drawn Cupid' s bow stood out in startling contrast with the whiteness of her face. Despite her garish aspect, there was still something attractive about her, and her eyes, as she turned them momentarily upon me, held a trace of sad wistfulness.

I heard her door open when she returned about twelve o' clock that night, but this time she was evidently alone for I heard no sounds but found no way by which visual access to the room might be secretly gained. But while speculating on the subject, an idea occurred to me. The next day I located a hardware story and purchased a sharp ice pick. That evening I waited until I heard her leave the room. Then I pushed the ice pick through one of the door panels. I did not dare make a very large aperture for fear it might be observed, and had trust to luck that the small perforation would enable me to see into the room when lights were on.

Intending to speak to her in the hall I loitered around the lobby for two hours the following evening, but she failed to put in an appearance so I went to my room and tried to peer through the perforation in the door panel. The room was in darkness and I could see nothing. Profound silence indicated that she was not there and I wondered uneasily whether she had left the place for good. However, I decided to stay in my room and wait. I fastened a small piece of pasteboard over the hole in the door panel so that the light from my side would not betray the stratagem in case she returned suddenly, and selecting a magazine from among a number I had brought with me I lay down to pass the time reading.

I had been asleep some time when I became aware of the sound of angry voices. At first they scarcely penetrated my consciousness, but gradually I awoke to their significance, and just as I emerged from a state of nebulous uncertainty into clear possession of my faculties I heard an angry male voice exclaim?

" By God, you will!"

The softer but also angry voice of a female rejoined:

" I will not!"

Jumping from the bed I hurried on tip- toes to the door. The card I had pinned over the hole was still in place but I quickly removed it and applied my eye. For a moment my vision obfuscated by the light, revealed nothing, but as my sight cleared, a strange scene was presented to me.

In the adjoining room, accompanied by the girl I have previously described, was a big, bearded fellow in a sailor' s uniform. The female was completely clothed, apparently exactly as she had come in from the street, except that she had removed her hat. The man was standing near her. The front of his pants were unbuttoned, and from the opening there projected in full erection a cock which my startled eyes appeared to be nine or ten inches in length.