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

One afternoon Gerald and I decided to entertain ourselves by making and flying a pair of kites. We secured paper, twine, sticks, and other essentials. While engaged in this for once entirely innocent occupation, Gerald' s mother brought us two big glasses of lemonade, and some chocolate cake. She was going to town, she said, and was serving us this luncheon so we wouldn' t get hungry meanwhile.

Gerald and I finished out kites, and carried them to the square six blocks distant. He soon had his floating in the sky, but mine, solicitously guided by the finger of Destiny tried to argue the right of way with an electric light wire and before I could extricate it, it was badly damaged. Repairs necessitated both paper and paste, so while Gerald remained, I returned with the intention of getting these essentials from his mother. When I ascended the front steps, and rang the bell, there was no response. As I waited, I suddenly remembered that she had, presumably, gone to town. In a tentative way, I tried the door and found somewhat to my surprise that it was unlocked. Knowing exactly where to find the things I desired, I opened the door and walked in. From the parlor a hall led to the kitchen and in this direction I turned my steps. I was exactly half way through this long hall, when the door to the bath room, just ahead of me, swung open and Gerald' s mother stepped out into the hall, fresh from the tub and stripped stark naked except for her hose and slippers.

It would have been difficult to say which of us was the most astounded. We both froze in our tracks gazing at each other, wordless with surprise. I opened my mouth to make some explanation, but a correct formula of apology to offer a lady under such circumstances was beyond me and I closed it again without having uttered a word. There seemed to be a haze in the air which partially obscured my sight and through it I perceived a black triangle which gradually resolved into a glossy silky profusion of tight little ringlets of hair, sharply outlined against a background of snowy whiteness. as this became fixed on my consciousness, something down the front of my trousers began to hoist itself upward. A low, strained voice broke the spell:

" Where' s Gerald?"

" He' s down at Wellington Square with his kite."

The expansion in the front of my trousers had reached its maximum, causing a then shaped projection outward. I was still gazing through a sort of cloud, but it seemed to me that she was smiling faintly. The next thing I knew she was standing close in front of me, and had placed one of her hands on my shoulder. The other slipped down inside the waist band of my trousers. A bit of fumbling with my underclothing and soft cool fingers closed around my cock. They remained there for a moment and were withdrawn. I felt them tugging at the buttons on the front of my pants.

One, two, three, four little tugs, and like a jack- in- the- box released at the touch of a spring, my cock jumped out into the light of day as the clothing which had imprisoned it was loosened. Again soft fingers encircled it and with a forward movement of her hand the scarlet plum shaped head was exposed to view. The hand receded and it disappeared from view within its protecting shield. The movements were repeated a few times, sending little electric thrills chasing up and down my spine. And then a soft voice murmured in my ear:

" You' ve been hanging around here with this thing sticking up under your pants to tempt me for the last three months. Can you keep a secret?"

I nodded my head affirmatively.

" Well then run and slide the bolt on the front door before someone else comes walking in!"

My heart was pounding with excitement as I ran to obey. When I returned, she opened the door to her bedroom, and motioned for me to enter.

" Take off your clothes!"

I wsa still flushed with emotion, but I was recovering my composure, and as I stripped off my clothing, my eyes were devouring the delectable spectacle of her nudity. Pretty as she was dressed, she was a hundred times prettier naked. How different she looked from those flat chested little girls with their small bottoms, their bodies, except in one single detail, little different from those of boys! Her full round hips and narrow waist, her maturely symmetrical legs and thighs, her breasts so big and white, with their luscious carmine nipples. Even as I looked, those luscious strawberry- like tips seemed to be changing in form. They were puffing out, taking on a deeper hue, projecting themselves forward seductively.

And, charm of charms, that fascinating profusion of dark ringlets of hair which formed as true a triangle at the base of her stomach as though drawn by rule and pen. Plainly visible under the inverted point of the triangle, could be seen the clean- cut incision of her sex as it curved gracefully inward between white, round thighs. Observing my trembling excitation and wide- eyed wonder, she broke into laughter, and throwing her arms about me began to kiss me, exclaiming:

" Haven' t you ever seen a woman naked before, darling?"

" Yes: I: that is: girls:" I answered, my voice trailing off in confusion.

" Girls?" she prompted. " What girls?"

" Why: ah: lots of them, girls in school!"

" School girls?" she repeated, in surprise. " What do you mean, darling? Girls don' t take off their clothes at school, do they?"

" No, no! After school I meant, in the park."

" You surely don' t mean they take off their clothes in places where boys can see them naked, do you?"

" Yes, ma' am."

" Girls how old?"

This interrogation was making me uneasy, still I sensed the fact that I was safe in confiding in her. " Oh, all ages," I replied rather vaguely. " I did it with one girl that' s past twelve."

" You did it! Are you trying to tell me that you' ve had intercourse with some of those little girls?"

" Sure, I have!" I answered disdainfully. " Lots and lots of them."

" But darling," she gasped, " I can' t believe it! Little school girls are not even supposed to know about such things! Why good heavens, you couldn' t make this go in a little girl without hurting her!"

" It doesn' t hurt all of them!" I insisted, stubbornly. Which was true enough, for I hadn' t in fact encountered many maidenheads.

" Well, it doesn' t seem possible," she commented. Suspending for the moment the interrogation she led me to the bed, lay down upon it, and drew me over on top of her.

Soft fingers took possession of my cock, and guided it quickly to the entrance of the humid recess between he thighs. Now she placed her hands over the cheeks of my bottom. A firm pressure, a gentle movement of hips and thighs and the turgid emblem of my sex was within the portals and I felt the contact of thick crisp hair against my flesh. She undulated her hips with a gyratory movement and almost immediately that " nice feeling" began to generate itself around the principal point of contact and was radiated thence in delicious little waves throughout my body. I raised and lowered my hips in unison with her own movements.

All too quickly the humid warmth and suction vanquished my limited powers of resistance, and soon the spermatic liquid was being drawn from my testicles. As I moaned with pleasure the pressure of her hands on my bottom became more forceful and her movements more energetic. She gasped some unintelligible phrase, a convulsive shudder shook her body and: it was over. I lay quietly with my weight upon her body until my heart ceased its excessive beating. Then raising myself, I withdrew my dripping cock from between her thighs. She gave it one look and springing hastily from the bed, exclaimed:

" My heavens! You' re old enough to give me a baby, if I don' t watch out!"

She ran into the bathroom and after a brief absence returned with a damp towel, with which she sponged me off. Assuming that my hour of triumph was over, I reached for my clothing but she detained me with a gesture and suggested that I lie down and rest a few minutes first. So willingly, enough, I lay back down on the bed again. She lay down by me, slipped an arm under my neck and drew my face over against one of her protruding pointed breasts. I pressed my cheek gratefully against the cool, smooth flesh.