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

She surveyed her handiwork speculatively for a moment, and then began to laugh.

" Now I' ve got you just the way I want you, and this time, when you start squirting it will be when I want you to!"

During the tying- up process my cock had wilted, and now, pointing at it she addressed Lucille who up this moment had stood by, an interested spectator, only.

" Make the lazy thing stand up, darling!"

Sitting down on the edge of the bed near me, Lucille extended her hand and her fingers closed around the object referred to. A few movements of her wrist sufficed to restore its rigidity whereupon Irma, to my disgust, halted the pleasant manipulation. Accommodating herself on the opposite side of the bed, she began to discourse the advantages of self- control, and the art of prolonging erotic pleasures, punctuating her remarks at intervals by reaching over and pumping my cock. It was a tantalizing situation in which I found myself – straddled out on my back, arms and legs tightly secured, my cock pointing toward the ceiling and throbbing impotently under the provocations of the two females, who took turns in toying and teasing it.

But this was nothing in comparison to with what was yet to come.

At Irma' s suggestion Lucille got up on the bed and seated herself astride my chest, her knees doubled under her on either side of me and her cleft within a few inches of my face. The sight of this tempting morsel so close to my lips, the feel of her bottom on my chest and the pressure of her thighs combined to aggravate my condition.

" Now you can pay her back for what she did to me!" insinuated Irma.

More than willing, I raised my head, Lucille edged up closer, and in a few seconds my tongue was between the two little naked converging lips. I located a tiny clitoris without difficulty, and quickly demonstrated the fact that little clitorises are as responsive to an active tongue as big ones. And while Lucille ws twitching and quivering with her genitals planted firmly over my mouth, Irma intermittenly pumped my cock, working it vigorously for a few seconds, then releasing it to throb helplessly in solitary abandonment. Lucille suddenly inclined herself forward, and I felt her thighs clenching themselves tightly about me. She clung to me rigidly for a moment and then jerked away. She had received her compensation.

The taste and humidity of her genitals remained on my lips, augmenting my own excitation. Irma' s hand was clasped about my cock, but she was not moving it. I raised my hips in an endeavor to obtain sufficient friction to release the pent up tide, but she divined the purpose, laughed, and withdrew her hand. Hungrily, my eyes devoured the lascivious spectacle of her nudity, and as they rested inevitably upon the most intimate of her charms, she murmured teasingly:

" You' ve seen hers, now you want to see mine, too, eh? Voila! I' ll let you look!"

And mounting on the bed, the exuberant Russian placed herself on her hands and knees directly over my face. With all the desperation of Tantalus, grasping for water just beyond his reach, I strained my neck in an effort to reach her cunt with my tongue.

" Ha!" she exclaimed. " You' re not satisfied with seeing it! Now you want to lick it! Well, lick it, then!"

And she sat down on my chest, as Lucille had done. And, as I had done with Lucille I did with her. I licked and sucked until she too had orgasm, and bathed my lips and cheeks with her offering to Venus.

This was the final straw and I decided that it was time for me to get a little satisfaction for myself. I pulled tentatively at the cords and when they failed to give I jerked at them with all my strength. To my surprise I was unable to break them and after a few more efforts while Irma and Lucille looked on laughing I discovered that I was trussed up far more efficiently than I had first imagined.

Irma assured me that she didn' t propose to free me for " hours and hours yet" and that I might as well make up my mind to stand it.

In part, she made good her threat, and during two solid hours, or more, I was subjected to such tantalizing manipulations and treated to such spectacles as nearly set me frantic. While I lay there alternately swearing and coaxing, she and Lucille diverted themselves in my sight by running the gamut from Lesbian and Sapphic embraces to mutual masturbation, pausing between whiles to sit on the edge of the couch, and tease me with naughty words and actions. About twelve o' clock, it became apparent that Lucille was exhausted, and Irma considerately carried her to an adjoining room, making her comfortable for the night. The youngster had conscientiously lent her little body to every caprice of her hosts, and had well earned whatever recompense awaited her on the morrow.

Returning t where I was still stretched out on the bed Irma stood looking down at me a moment.

" Now see if what I told you isn' t true!" she said. She got upon the couch, and placed her knees astride my body. First came the contact of soft hair as she nestled down upon me, then the warm, humid constriction of her genitals as she sank down upon and received the sceptor of life between her thighs. Once, twice, thrice I perceived a muscular contraction, as though something inside was convulsively gripping and squeezing the sensitive gland. Then without conscious volition on my part, the semen was suddenly leaping forth to the grateful pressure. Jet after jet, while she sat there immobile, her eyes fixed intently on my face. Not until the flood had spent its force was she caught in the current of its contagion. Then, raising and lowering herself on the impaling shaft with frantic energy, she gasped:

" Didn' t I, ah!: tell you it was, oh!: better this way: oh!: o- o- o- oh!"

The fly in the otherwise delicious " ointment" was this: My little Russian sweetheart was a drug addict.

My lack of experience in such things prevented me from recognizing this circumstance during the first week we were together. she was young, possessed of great vitality and as yet her physical health had no been undermined. After I had gotten an inkling of the truth she discontinued all effort to conceal the addiction from me and tried to persuade me to experiment with narcotics, ridiculing my objections. So persistent were her efforts to convince me that knowing her determined character, I was uneasy. I began to understand her phenomenal sexual prowess, and the sudden furious excesses of lubricity which took possession of her, body and soul, at frequent intervals. I began to fear that I was permitting myself, unconsciously, to drift into swirling currents which eventually I would find myself incapable of resisting. I enjoyed all these things, but I wished to remain master of my vices and not become subservient to them.

One night we lay in bed examining a collection of naughty pictures among which was one of a woman on her hands and knees receiving the emblem of masculinity in her bottom. Whenever Irma saw anything in pictures which struck her fancy she always wanted to put it into immediate practice. When her eyes lit on this picture, she exclaimed?

" There is something I' ve always had a temptation to try! And now is as good a time as ever!"

" All right, dear!" I agreed.

She slipped out of bed, got a small jar of pomade and spread some of its contents over my cock. Then, raising her night robe, and adopting the posture shown in the picture which had inspired this idea, she kneeled down, resting her forearms. Obligingly, I knelt behind her, and placing the head of my cock against her bottom tried to insert it. I could tell from the way she flinched that the pressure hurt her. But she was determined so I continued until I had succeeded in getting the head inside. Palpably the unaccustomed distention of delicate membranes was painful to her, and though she suffered a partial intromission valiantly, she made no effort to get it further in. for my part, kneeling there behind her, more interested in her reactions than my own, I became aware of rhythmical contractions which followed each other at short intervals and which were of sufficient intensity to generate reciprocal echoes in my own organ. The repeated muscular contractions about the head of my cock, quite contrary to my own inclinations, were bringing me rapidly to orgasm, and when I finally let go, Irma moaned, squirmed and gasped under the slightest friction that I was unable to resist imparting during the last few moments. When it was over and I had withdrawn my cock she insisted that though painful, the experiment had been productive of exquisite sensations.