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

What were his thoughts as he stood there watching another man finger his wife' s genitals while she, in an apparently half drunken but ardent frenzy, caressed and manipulated his sexual organ?

Only he could have told.

Trembling with anticipation I prepared for the final culminating gesture.

Gripping Mr. Tucker' s thing firmly, I began to jiggle it violently, and exclaimed with passionate abandon:

" Oh, George! I can' t wait a second longer! Quick! Fuck me!"

Jumping from his knees, I tore off my panties, and without so much as a glance toward my petrified husband, I threw myself on the floor in front of Mr. Tucker and opened my legs widely.

" Sure, I' ll fuck you, girlie?" he answered thickly and without even waiting to remove his trousers, he stumbled toward me and fell upon his knees between my outstretched legs. I felt his thing punching clumsily against me and I took the thumping jerking thing in my hand and put the head in the right place. I feared that because of its size it was going to hurt me dreadfully and steeled myself for the ordeal. But Nature appears to have provided for such eventualities, imparting to the female a peculiar elasticity, and almost before I realized it the whole thing was inside.

I sensed an extreme tightness, my flesh was expanding to the limit of its elastic capacity, but there was no pain. And the next instant, I felt it working back and forth.

Nothing now remained, except to stage an exhibition, such as would leave no doubt in my husband' s mind that I ws enjoying sexual pleasure with this man greater than any I had ever experienced with him. Toward this end, I kicked up my legs, moaned, sighed, shivered, wriggled, and undulated my hips with simulated ardor, meanwhile keeping up a series of excited exhortations and exclamations such as: " Oh it' s good!: Push harder, George!: Oh, stick it clear in!: Like that!: Oh, how delicious!: Further in!: Clear in!: Harder!: Harder!:"

My cries and exclamations excited the man to an insane frenzy, and soon his distended eyes and gasping breath told me that the end was not far off. Abruptly, he slipped his hands under my bottom, and raising me from the floor, almost transfixed me with the last, fulminating thrusts of his rigid weapon.

A hot, wet stream suddenly flooded my insides. It was ejected with such force that I felt each distinct spurt as it struck my womb. Some of the burning stuff escaped, and ran down between my thighs.

I hadn' t intended to – I didn' t want to, but I couldn' t help it. I came, too. Involuntarily, I threw my legs up and clamped them around his body in a vise- like grip. And the last exclamations I uttered were genuine instead of faked.

When it was finished, he sank down upon me almost crushing me with his heavy body.

I twisted out from underneath him and called to Vernon to bring me a towel. He made no move to obey and I repeated the command imperiously. It was a final, artistic touch! He hesitated a moment in dazed uncertainty, then turned and left the room. He came back with a towel in his hand and flung it on the floor near me. Deliberately, before his eyes I wiped from between my legs the exterior traces of his friend' s orgastic prowess, and tossed the towel back to him. He hurled it aside, and with a venemous glance at Mr. Tucker who was now in a drunken stupor, snarled:

" You damned little whore!"

I got up, and went into the bathroom where I had already prepared, and had waiting, a sanitary preparation.

When I came out, Mr. Tucker was still lying on the floor, where he had fallen. His pants were open, and his thing, although weirdly diminished in size, was still wet and dripping.

Without a word and without further pretense of intoxication, I put on my panties, adjusted my brassiere and replaced the waist and dress I had removed. Going to the bedroom, I quickly gathered up such articles of toilet as remained unpacked and swept them into a small grip. I put on my hat and coat, and with grip and suitcase, left the room.

When Vernon saw me fully dressed, and with hand luggage, his mouth fell open. For a moment he was speechless. Then he stammered:

" Why: where are you going, Eedy?"

" I' m leaving you, Vernon, but you' ll still have your friend Mr. Tucker to look out for you."

" But, Eedy: I don' t:"

Before he concluded the sentence the door was closed behind me and I had walked out of his life forever.

I' ve never seen him since and that' s all there is to tell.

The dramatic effect of Edyth' s story wsa highly intensified by the fact that she is naturally very modest, even bashful – and the scarlet flame which lit her cheeks as certain portions of the narrative obliged her to use obscene words and phrases betrayed the effort it was costing her to repeat the lurid tale.

In her sexual expansions she was the embodiment of passionate fervor. But both before and after the act, an innate modesty cloaked her words and actions. She was easily embarrassed, and blushed furiously at anything savoring naughtiness, and her reluctance and ingenuous confusion at being seen naked was something delicious to behold. I had seen so much boldness and had been so accustomed to having mere nudity taken quite for granted, that her blushing bashfulness was really a delightful contrast. I entertained myself by teasing her with deliberate intention of provoking blushes, begging her to let me see her naked or watch her while she was bathing, enticing to take curious and unusual postures in intercourse, asking her to tell me how she felt, and how many times she had " come" etc., all of which threw her into the greatest confusion.

I have said that Edyth had no vices or eccentricities. She had, however, one passionate hobby, and one peculiar physical characteristic.

The physical peculiarity to which I have referred was something of a more intimate nature. She was one of those extremely rare females whom Mother Nature endows with what I, not knowing the scientific term, would call a tit shaped clitoris. In my entire experience I have only encountered three women and one of these was a juvenile, to whom reference has already been made in Chapter III of this biography.

Edyth' s clitoris, under the influence of erotic stimulation, stiffened out in rigid erection, some three- eighths of an inch or more, and while so erected, the slightest touch upon it ws sufficient to throw her into wild frenzy. As orgasm approached, she lost all control of herself and gave such vociferous expression to her feelings as I had never listened to before. Warnings to the effect that she would surely be overheard by occupants of adjoining apartments had no effect whatsoever. In her erotic frenzy nothing existed at the moment but she and I. Her demonstrations heightened my own excitation, but they also embarrassed me, for I knew that they could, in the stillness of the night, be heard all through the building.

Eventually, I struck on the idea of placing my hand over her mouth before she reached orgasm. The first time I did this she sputtered and choked, and indignantly accused me of trying to strangle her, but I accustomed her to the system. She said it " spoiled" her pleasure, and I disliked to do it, but I didn' t relish the idea of providing the neighbors with free entertainment nightly and I had observed sly smiles on their faces when we passed them in the halls.

Edyth' s naive modesty and simplicity charmed and intrigued me. With the exception of the drama she had enacted for the purpose of revenging herself on her husband, her sexual experiences had been confined to the most conservative of conjugal expansions. From what she told me I gathered that her husband had not been of a very ardent disposition or else was weak sexually.

" It always took him a long time for his thing to get stiff enough to put in!" she confided, with a blush.