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

As we lay there for a while discussing the subject, I jokingly observed that if she wanted it that way she should look for a Turk or an Arab. I heard that men of those races are formed rather differently than Caucasians in that their cocks, though longer, are much more slender. In fact, this condition is referred to by writers as being one reason for their sodomitic tendencies and inclination for boys in preference to women for sexual gratification. " Women for babies, boys for pleasure" is the axiom among these men. Due to the peculiarly slender formation of their cocks, the female organs do not provide enough constriction for maximum pleasure, and when dealing with them for purposes other than procreative, they prefer the back door to the one originally intended. It seems odd, if the condition is racial as alleged, that Mother Nature did not compensate the unusual proportions of their cocks with corresponding dimensions in the cunts of their females.

To my surprise, Irma took my joking comments seriously, and waxed enthusiastic over the idea of having one of those long, slender cocks inserted in her bottom. She immediately began to speculate as to the possibility of securing an Arab for the purpose. Then another thought occurred to her and she proposed the substitution of a small boy – one whose cock had not yet attained proportions.

Supposing that the idea would be forgotten by the next day I said no more, and soon thereafter dropped off to sleep.

But to waste no time in superfluous details, it was not forgotten and two days later when I returned to the villa after a ramble through the streets I found her engaged in bathing another street urchin, this time of masculine sex. This brazen little vagrant entirely unabashed at his nakedness, with his small cock sticking straight out under her fingering, was boasting about how many girls he had fucked.

As was her custom Irma pepped herself up for the occasion with an injection which she vainly tried to get me to share, and then, while I lolled in an easy chair in the capacity of an audience she removed her panties, twisted her kimono about her waist, and laid face down on the bed. The youngster, following instructions, clambered up on top of her. His cock, after a few aimless movements between the cheeks of her bottom, was finally taken up in her fingers, and started in the right direction. It went in all right without any difficulty, and up to the hilt. Irma' s frantic movements, her flushed cheeks, her distended eyes, to say nothing of audible indications of pleasure were sufficient to indicate that the experiment, this time, was an unqualified success.

When we retired that night Irma presented me with a box of cigarettes of Chinese manufacture, and wanted me to try them immediately. I smoked two of them, one after the other, and observed a peculiar, pungent flavor, entirely different from that of any cigarettes I had ever smoked before. Even as I was speculating on their odd taste, a feeling of languidness began to steal over me. I tried to fight it off, but in a few minutes, physical sensations began to dissolve in nothingness. I did not lose consciousness; my brain and thoughts remained active, but my body seemed to have gone. I had no hands or arms or legs or in fact any corporeal body. The only physical sense which remained was that of hearing. This seemed to have become strangely acute, I could see nothing, I felt nothing, but the tick of a clock on an adjacent bureau resounded like the measured blows of a hammer on a blacksmith' s anvil.

Across my thoughts raced the recollection of the girl in the moving picture who had been drugged. I knew that the strange cigarettes I had smoked were responsible for my condition, but it caused me no preoccupation. To the contrary I seemed to be floating in an atmosphere of superlative tranquility – a nebulous state of perfect contentment, and the sensation was delicious beyond description.

The floating, drifting impression continued for some time and then gradually and peacefully, I lost consciousness.

The next thing I knew, I was awakening from a refreshing slumber, which had imbued me with rare strength, and a feeling of inexpressible vigor. My cock was standing up with a firmness and rigidity surpassing anything I had ever experienced, and felt as though it were twice normal size. I was lying on the silken covers of a luxurious couch, my limbs covered with a robe of some material so fine in texture its contact with my naked flesh was like an exquisite caress. The sense of feeling had returned to me, and I marvelled at the softness of the bed and the beauty of the garment which was draped about my body. I lay for a while in a state of blissful lassitude, then stirring myself I looked about me. The surroundings were entirely unfamiliar. Never had I gazed on such wondrous and majestic architecture nor such a medley of beautiful colors as met my vision. By what magical means had I been transported to this enchanted palace? Light was filtering in through stained glass of a hundred different hues and colors, and to my ears there came the sound of soft strange music, something like the muted strains of a mighty organ, but sweeter, richer than anything I had ever heard before.

Suddenly I became aware of a figure standing near one of the massive pillars of alabaster, which supported the dome of this vast room. It was the figure of a little girl. She was dressed in a long gown of dark red color which, draped loosely about her, fell almost to her little sandal clad feet. Her hair, black as night, hung about her neck and shoulders in a cascade of soft curls. She was ravishingly, seductively beautiful.

As I gazed at her in rapt ecstasy, she smiled and advanced slowly toward me. On she came until at last she reached the side of the couch. Still smiling, she extended her hand, and inserted it within the folds of the garment which covered my body. It went directly to my cock and closed about it. Her fingers toyed with it a moment, playing lightly over the throbbing flesh and then with a gentle clasp she commenced to work the foreskin up and down. A feeling of ineffable ecstasy permeated my being, and as its radiation intensified, I inclined my body toward her, placing an arm about her hips and drew her closer. She smiled again, and in her eyes was the undertaking of age- old wisdom.

With one arm still about her hips I reached down, placing my hand on the bare flesh of her ankle, just under the edge of her robe. Inch by inch it crept upward over the soft curve of her leg, over a rounded knee, up the length of her thigh. And in the meanwhile, the play of her hand on my cock continued uninterrupted. I reached the juncture of her legs, and with blissful anticipation placed my hand over her cunt – or rather, where her cunt should have been, for instead of a warm, moist little cunt, it found a cock, small, but erect and hard! A beautiful little girl with a boy' s cock!

This anomaly did not disturb me. I was in a state in which all was perfect. If she had a boy' s cock, all right. I took it between my fingers, and began to work it in reciprocation of the caress with which I was being favored. Her robe interfered with my movements and I separated the folds so that the little cock stuck out between them.

As my own organ responded to her ministrations, and as the culminating moment approached, the movement of her wrist increased in velocity. The music in the distance became louder. Something white and wet flashed out of the end of the little cock between my fingers – and in the same instant my own began to pour forth its tribute. The music increased to a roar, the vast room began to whirl, and quickly all was a maze of crashing confusion. When the pandemonium died away the wondrous room had disappeared. There was no beautiful little girl with a boy' s cock and yet, dimly, vaguely, I seemed to be clutching that warm bit of flesh.