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

" Now tell me about these girls," she insinuated softly. And bit by bit she drew from me the gist of my juvenile romances. These disclosures seemed to cause her the most genuine surprise. While we talked one of hands engaged itself with my cock. She slipped the foreskin back and forth, fingered and toyed with it. Between this tantalizing manipulation, the sight of her naked body, and the erotic effects of our conversation as she pressed me for intimate details of my conquests, it began to recover its dignity, extending itself perceptibly in length and breadth.

" Do all the boys in school do such things?" she asked, her fingers continuing their soft play over the head of my cock.

" Sure; they all do," I answered innocently.

" Then Gerald has been doing it with girls, too?"

" Gerald? Well: I don' t know about him!" I answered in confusion. She remained silent and recovering my composure I ventured to extend my tongue, and rather timidly caressed one of those luscious, red strawberries which was in tempting proximity to my lips. I felt a tremor pass over her body and encouraged, I took the whole strawberry in my mouth and sucked it avidly. Immediately her fingers tightened around my cock and she began to pump it vigorously. I became still more daring, and placed my hand down over the triangle of dark curls. And, after a momentary hesitation, I laid my finger on the warm, moist membranes of her cleft.

In the course of my education of sexual physiology, I had learned that in the upper extremity of the little valley, just like a sentinel on guard over the sacred precincts, was a little protuberance which had a predilection for being petted gently. It had the odd faculty of enlarging itself slightly when touched or caressed, its reaction in this respect being similar to that of the male organ.

Putting this knowledge into effect I located the highly sensitive little nerve, and with the tip of my finger agitated it softly. Under the light touch it responded by expanding and hardening. At this point she suddenly seized my hand, and laughing hysterically, removed it. She kissed me with real fervor and pressed her body closer to mine.

" Come on sweetheart, we' ll do it once more!"

Disengaging herself from my arms she turned over on her back, and separating her thighs, drew me u upon her. Again my cock, now well restored to virile capabilities, was introduced into the temple of love. The encounter was swift and vigorous. I seconded her lively movements, and again those hot lips drained my testicles to the last drop. Shortly thereafter I wsa dressed, and ready to take my departure. As I stood near the door, she kissed me good- by, adding in an anxious whisper: " You won' t ever, ever tell anyone, will you sweetheart?" Fervently assuring her that I never, never would, I took my leave.

At the front gate I met Gerald, who greeted me angrily.

" Where have you been all this time? Did you get the paste?"

" Paste?" I repeated, vaguely. " Paste? Why: ah, no, there wasn' t any!" and leaving him staring at me open- mouthed, I continued on up the street. Kite flying no longer interested me.

With the optimism of youth, I assumed that the romance so auspiciously begun, would be continued. But alas, I was doomed to disappointment. Whether the lady repented of her little indiscretion, or decided that I was too young to be trusted, I know not, but at any rate, never by word or sign did she encourage me to expect a repetition of the adventure, and eventually I comprehended that the chapter was closed.

During the year which followed I made a number of conquests among young girls of the neighborhood but do not recall any which were of special interest. It was not so easy now as it had been at first. Girls had to be won with courting, coaxing and artifice. They protested hypocritically at bold advances. They were afraid they would " get a baby." And how it happened that none actually did only heaven knows, for some of these young misses were close around the age of puberty, as was attested by the fine growth of silky hair on their little mounds, and their diminutive, budding breasts.

I found that successful dealings with them hinged mostly on coaxing them into some secluded place where there was no danger of intrusion or interruption. Once this was accomplished, a preliminary kissing and petting to get them " hot" followed up by the sudden insertion of a hand up under their skirts and panties was generally sufficient to get things started. There would be a few squeals and protests, but the tip of a skilled finger played over and around a magic spot generally vanquished the half- hearted resistance. The system was simplicity itself, but almost invariably successful.

One thirteen- year- old, who claimed to have learned the method by spying on her parents when she was supposed to be sleeping, permitted me to penetrate her but to my surprise, just as I reached orgasm, jerked away from me and seizing my cock with her hand pumped its contents out over her stomach. This proceeding she denominated by the expressive term " milking the cow," adding that it caused her a nice feeling when the warm stuff squirted out on her stomach.

With greater frequency now my thoughts were on those intriguingly mysterious houses so picturesquely described by older companions, where charming young ladies were at one' s disposition for a modest consideration.

But it wasn' t until I had passed my sixteenth birthday that I got up the courage to make the plunge. A sudden wave of boldness inspired the determination, and in order not to give it a chance to cool off, I decided to act immediately.

That night, nerves tingling with anticipation and excitement, I set out on foot for the red light district. Approaching an establishment selected entirely at random, I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. I paused for a brief moment and then mustering up my courage, advanced toward an open door. Enveloped in an azure haze of smoke I saw a neatly furnished room in which were seated or moving about, a dozen girls, and several men. The girls were in varying stages of dress and undress. Some were garbed in chemise, high heeled slippers and hose only. Others had on diminutive silken skirts which hung about halfway to their knees. One or two were draped in vividly colored kimonos. Another, crossing the room at that moment with a tray of liquor glasses in her hands – an attractive damsel with a mass of copper colored tresses, and a skin as fair as a lily, wsa stark naked except for hose and slippers. Her beautiful and prominent breasts vibrated and trembled with her movements.

Quickly my eyes took in the scene, impressing upon my mind a composite picture of silk clad limbs, naked thighs, breasts, arms and a not displeasing array of faces. The girls were young, much younger than I had supposed they would be. As I stood motionless in the door taking in the novel sight, a sudden hush fell upon the assembly, and all eyes were turned on me. There was a momentary silence. Then a feminine voice exclaimed: " The stork has brought a baby for someone!"

A burst of laughter followed this cynicism and my cheeks began to burn. Then from among a group of girls seated on a sofa one arose, and came toward me, smiling: " Do you want a girl to take to a room?" she insinuated coaxingly.

I knew the patrons were supposed to select their own merchandise, but my nervousness and the embarrassment their risibility had provoked inspired me with a desire to get out of the range of all these curious eyes just as quickly as possible and I assented to her invitation with a nod of my head. She took my hand and conducted me down the long hall to her room. Once the door closed behind us and we were in privacy, some of my animation returned and I examined my companion with deep interest. She was a wholesome, sweet faced girl of eighteen or nineteen and her cordial, friendly treatment quickly put me at ease. The financial details of the transaction arranged, she stripped off her little silken chemise and while I was removing my own clothing, occupied herself with the preparation of a basin of warm water to which she added soap and a few drops of some fluid, probably of an antiseptic nature. As soon as I had disrobed she approached me and holding the basin, washed my cock in the soapy water. Under the touch of her soft fingers as she manipulated it in the warm fluid, it stiffened out valiantly.