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

Irma was an ardent enthusiast of variation, but had a strong predilection for " Frenching" and I passed hours at a time with my mouth over her clitoris while the intimate caress was compensated with her own warm lips encircling my cock. She was an adept in the use of those subtle, perfumed preparations for intimate feminine use and not once did I play my mouth on her cunt without finding it fragrantly scented. Ordinarily, she did not permit me to ejaculate in her mouth, her customary procedure being to terminate the love bout when she perceived that I was unable to withstand the caress any longer. And more that once, after I had brought her off several times in succession, and had myself arrived at the ultimate stage of my powers of resistance, she disengaged herself from my clasp, and went to sleep while I, with my cock still vibrating expectantly, was obliged to forego satisfaction. It peeved me mightily at first, but after a while I found that, as a stimulant to increase and intensify the passions, this method was superlative. Girls, it' s a wonderful system, and if you have the will power and the determination to hold a man to it you can keep him dangling from your apron strings indefinitely. We men are curiously ungrateful creatures, and them more liberally you treat us, the quicker we are satiated. It' s not the female who generously surrenders herself to a man' s every whim and fancy who can hold him, but rather, the calculating, understanding female, who knows how to keep him in a continuous state of sex hunger. And the hungrier he' s kept the firmer the anchor.

One of Irma' s charms lay in the uncertainty of her determinations. I never knew from one moment to another what was coming next.

Suprising revelations as to how young maids comport themselves in boarding school!

The lightness with which this kind of play was looked upon may be judged from the following: An English girl named Mercy, daughter of a wealthy British importer of tobacco, received naughty pictures and novels by post from a girl in Paris. One day, between the pages of a novel received from this source, she found a " French letter" or condom. This interesting but under the circumstances entirely useless gift was passed from hand to hand amid general laughter. A few nights later, another girl, a lively little French mademoiselle, upon turning back the sheets of her couch preparatory to retiring, found between them a banana of ample dimensions over which the rubber condom had been stretched.

Brandishing the rubber clad banana in her hand, she announced that she was going to " get" the girl she suspected of perpetrating the joke. Accompanied by several of her friends Rosita slipped into the dormitory where the object of the intended assault was just getting into bed. Waving the banana in the girl' s face she exclaimed:

" Just for this, I' m going to fuck you!"

" You' re not going to fuck me!" was the defiant answer.

A tussle began, which, because of the determined resistance of the prospective victim, might indeed have been lost by the French girl, had not her friends, reluctant to be defrauded of the spectacle, come to her assistance. Between them they straddled the protesting one out upon the bed, and held her while the little mademoiselle made good her threat.

" And I was one of the girls that held her legs!" added Irma, laughing at the recollection.

She entertained me with various anecdotes of her experiences with girls and women and seemed amused at my surprise at the ease with which she apparently found females willing to participate in such adventures. When she stated that there was an unlimited supply of them from the age of ten upward, my amazement gave way to incredulity. I could scarcely give credit to the assertion and yet before many hours had passed I was afforded an opportunity to judge for myself. For the following afternoon while driving leisurely about she pointed toward a group of small girls carrying baskets of violets, and smilingly referred to our conversation of the previous evening. Often enough had I observed these pert little youngsters, and had been annoyed more than once by their persistent efforts to sell me flowers, but their extreme youth made it seem to me improbable that, aside from selling violets, they had other professions.

" Do you mean to tell me those little girls:?" I exclaimed incredulously.

" Every last one of them," she replied. " I' ll get one to come to the house, if you want me to."

" Get one!"

" All right! Wait till I see one I like!"

Ordering the coachman to circle the block we again approached the same group and as we came alongside of them Irma motioned the driver to stop and leaning from the window she called to one of the youngsters, a bright eyed, piquant faced child of twelve or thirteen. The little girl rushed up to her expectantly, and extended a tray containing a quantity of violets in little bunches. Irma selected one, eyeing the child attentively the meanwhile, and gave her a small coin. Then, removing a card from her purse, she pressed it into the child' s hand and whispered:

" Come and see me tonight at seven o' clock, darling!"

The girl glanced quickly at Irma, then at the address on the card, then at me, back again at Irma, nodded her head, and backed away.

" Of course, she' ll come," replied Irma dryly.

And, as punctually on the hour though she had been waiting outside for the clock to strike seven before presenting herself, the child was at the door. She wore a fresher dress, and with all the innate and natural coquetry of a born Parisienne, she had made infantile efforts to beautify herself.

Irma took her hand and led her inside.

If she was impressed by the luxurious and exotic surroundings she did not show it although she gazed with interest at the little statues, pictures and paintings with which the room was adorned.

" What is your name, darling?"

" Lucille, at your service, Mademoiselle."

" How old are you, Lucille?"

" Twelve years old, Mademoiselle."

" Who do you live with?"

" With my mama, and my sister."

" How old is your sister?"

" Ten, Mademoiselle."

" Does she sell flowers, too?"

" Yes, Mademoiselle."

" Can you stay all night?"

" Certainement! If you desire, Mademoiselle."

" Very well, Lucille. The first thing we are going to do is take a nice bath in the pool together. Then we' ll have dinner and afterward we' ll have a fine time. You can sleep here and go home tomorrow."

" As you please, Mademoiselle," was the courteous answer.

Placing an arm about the child, Irma took her to the big bedroom and while I lounged in the doorway, an interested spectator, the two undressed. When Lucille' s garments were removed down to her little panties, she glanced uncertainly toward me, but Irma reassured her.

" Never mind him, darling. He' s a nice man."

Off came the small garment, and Lucille was naked in the presence of her hosts. Like them, this child was immature. Only the hint of a round swell surmounted with tiny nipples marked the budding breasts. No shadow of hair was visible on the elevated prominence above her little cleft. Here again after many years, I saw another fat lipped, naked little V with its vertical incision and cute little dimple.

Irma herself was now disrobed, and before my sight was a vision in contrasts of female nudity. One in the bold nakedness of childhood, the other in the full bloom of enchanting feminine maturity.

With soap, perfumes, and towels, followed by me, they proceeded to the tiled pool, and soon were immersed in the limped waters. After fifteen or twenty minutes of splashing and laughter, during which Lucille was diplomatically rubbed, scrubbed and sponged, they emerged, and after drying themselves Irma perfumed and powered the child' s body, dried her hair and dressed her in a pajama suit which, though large, ws pressed into emergency duty. Then she brushed and arranged Lucille' s hair, tying it back with a pink ribbon and finally, with her own toilet accessories, she first powered, then touched up the juvenile cheeks with rouge. With a lipstick she trace a dainty Cupid' s bow upon the mouth. The deft touches produced a complete transformation and I could hardly restrain an exclamation of amazement at what water, soap, powder, perfume, lipstick and rouge could do to a ragged youngster.