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

During dinner I could scarcely take my eyes off of her, so incredible was the transition. She, except for brief replies to our questions, ate in silence. The mother, from what we were able to gather, was or had been a prostitute, Lucille and the younger sister referred to being the fruit of transient amours, fathers unknown. Now they lived entirely upon what revenue was derived from the sale of flowers, and on what " rich ladies" gave Lucille and her little sister.

My curiosity as to what procedure such children followed to please the " rich ladies" was unbounded. After dinner wsa concluded we went into the lounging room and here, after a few minutes, Irma left us, telling me that I might " play" with Lucille, but not to " hurt" her.

As soon as we were alone I took her upon my lap, where she sat passively while I loosened the belt of her pajamas. Slipping a finger between the lips of her cleft, I made discreet exploration. Her maidenhead was intact and technically at least, she was I virgin.

Irma returned, draped in a kimono. She lay down on the big, plush covered sofa and called Lucille to her. The girl lay down by her, clasping her arms about the recumbent form and their lips united in an amorous kiss. From then on Lucille calmly took the initiative. She continued to caress her older companion and finally slipping one of her soft little hands inside the breast of the kimono, she exposed Irma' s bubbies, and applied her lips to the nipples of each in turn. With close attention I watched this tender play, while Irma lay still surrendering herself to the child' s ministrations. Young as she was, she had acquired, or possibly it had been born in her, a skill and artfulness beyond description. Her caresses were as light and soft as the touch of a feather. While I watched I began to get a better comprehension of certain things which had formerly mystified me.

Like a hummingbird flitting from flower to flower, the moist, red lips were being applied first to one, and then to the other of Irma' s snowy breasts. I saw the nipples stiffen out, and erect themselves as the provocative caress reacted magically upon them. Lucille clasped her lips over one of them and raised her head. The nipple slipped back with an elastic jerk when released. She moistened the nipples with saliva, then twirled them between her fingertips, until under the tantalizing manipulation, Irma began to twitch and tremble.

Beneath the kimono, which still draped her lower limbs, her thighs slowly separated themselves. As though waiting for some such indication the girl instantly threw the garment open, slipped one of her knees between Irma' s thighs, bringing it up in close contact with her cleft. In this position, crouched over the naked body of her friend she hesitated, glancing toward me as though doubtful as to whether she should proceed.

" Hurry up, darling!" gasped Irma.

Without further hesitation, with a matter fact directness which indicated perfect familiarity with the task in hand, she twisted about on the sofa and the next instant her face was between Irma' s legs. With my gaze now on Lucille' s bobbing head, then Irma' s face as she surrendered her body to the intimate caress, I watched the realization of the act, following every graduation of its effects upon Irma in her facial expressions. When I saw her hands suddenly dart to Lucille' s head and perceived in her eyes that intent strained look which precedes orgasm I wsa almost on the verge of spontaneous ejaculation myself. When the tensed thighs relaxed their pressure upon the child' s face and the hands withdrew from her head she sat up, reached for a towel and wiped off her lips. Irma lay with her head thrown back and eyes closed for a few moments and then with a languid movement drew the kimono about her naked legs. With a sly glance toward me she placed an arm about Lucille and drew her face down, whispering something in her ear.

Lucille slipped off the sofa and approached me. Before I had time to guess her intent, she stripped open the front of my trousers, withdrew my cock and standing between my knees, began to masturbate me. As the tide rose in response to her soft manipulation I made no effort to restrain it and, sensing the impending crises, she cupped one hand over the head, and with the other slowly drew out the semen. It spurted into her hand, trickling between her fingers and then, with professional seriousness, performed a like service for me.

" She' s a perfect jewel, isn' t she?" said Irma, her eyes on me, a quizzical smile on her lips.

" She' s a treasure!" I agreed fervently. " I' d like to adopt her permanently."

" Well, we' ll keep her here tonight anyway. I want another session or two with her yet tonight myself," responded Irma.

We lounged there for an hour talking, joking sipping burgundy while Lucille, over her first feeling of restraint, entertained us with accounts of her adventures with " rich ladies." We induced her to remove her pajamas and show us some of the positions and methods she was familiar with.

" Doesn' t doing such things make you feel funny down here?" I asked, placing my hand over her little cunt.

" Certainement! Sometimes the ladies do it to me, too!"

" Ah! How do they do it, darling?"

" Voila! With their tongues! With their fingers!"

" Does it feel nice?"

" Yes! It feels good down there, and all down inside my legs! Sometimes I do it to myself, too!"

" Show us how, darling!"

" With my finger! Like this:!" Suiting action to word, she pushed away the hand with which I was caressing her, spread her legs apart and placed the tip of a little forefinger on her clitoris, rubbing it with a circular motion.

She realized the exhibition with such an entire lack of selfconsciousness, and in such a natural, matter of fact way, that Irma and I were both convulsed with laughter.

" Come on; let' s all go to bed. You can show us some more there," exclaimed Irma when we had recovered our composure.

Carrying Lucille in my arms, I followed Irma to the bedroom. They proceeded to make themselves comfortable on the big bed where I joined them as soon as I had undressed.

Despite the outlet to my passion which Lucille' s slim little fingers had afforded but a short hour previously, the sight and contact of the two naked females soon restored my virility and wakened new temptation. I pressed up against Irma but when she felt my cock touch her bare flesh she jerked away.

" The way you are now," she exclaimed, " you' ll go off before you' ve had it inside half a minute and I don' t want you to. You' ve got to hold yourself. The way I feel tonight, I want a good long one, two or three hours, anyway!"

" But Irma, dear, I' ll hold back as long as I can!"

" If you' d do like I tell you, you could hold back still longer and it would feel twice as good. But you won' t do it, you wait just so long and then you let go!"

" But sometimes I can' t keep from it!"

" That' s just imagination. You don' t try. If you' d stop moving it at the right time and be still you could be with a hard- on all night, and we' d have lots more fun."

" Yes, but when I get to a certain point I can' t help but move it!"

" I' ll fix it so you won' t move it!" she exclaimed suddenly.

Jumping from the bed, she ran out of the room, to return a moment later with some twisted silk ropes she had pulled from a set of portieres in the drawing room.

" What are you going to do with those?"

" I' m going to tie you up with them."

" Tie me up?"

" Yes! Tie you up!"

" Go ahead!" I replied, much amused.

She pushed my down on the bed; obediently, I extended my arms and legs. First, she knotted the silk cord around one of my wrists and tied it to one of the corner posts of the heavy bedstead, repeating the process on the opposite side with my other wrist. Then she fastened my ankles in a similar fashion to the foot of the bed. When she had finished the job to her satisfaction, I found myself spreadeagled out in a position far from dignified but I consoled myself with the reflection that a good stout jerk would break the cords and release me at any desire moment. For the present I was content to let her go ahead with her play.