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

As she bent over, her hair falling in glossy ringlets about white shoulders. Her pretty cone- shaped breasts vibrating with each movement, a sense of satisfaction and exhilaration swept over me and I placed my arms around her neck, drew her face up and kissed her with enthusiasm, almost causing her to drop the basin. Hastily she set it down and proceeded to dry me with a small towel. Then, after pirouetting about the room for a few moments, to tantalize me with the sight of her nakedness, she flung herself on the wide comfortable bed and invited me to join her.

I was soon lying between her round white thighs while her fingers started my cock in the right direction. Then in and out, with slow deliberate movements at first and faster and faster as the pleasant sensations increased in intensity, and finally, with hard furious thrusts as she drew from me the milky elixir of life. As it spurted forth, she clasped me more closely to her and gave expression to several passionate exclamations. I didn' t know at the time that simulating orgasm is an art quickly acquired by these little vestals of love whose business it is to always " please" the customer.

After she had attended t certain hygienic requirements, she returned to the bed where she lay for a while exchanging confidences. Her name was Josephine. She assure me, greatly to my satisfaction, that I was much nicer (!) than most of he men who visited her, and extracted a promise that I could come back to see her, a promise which was wholeheartedly kept and I became real friends with Josephine.

Some of the other girls attempted to win me from Josephine but on observing that our relationship was firmly cemented they desisted. As a mater of fact, there were several I would have liked to " try out" but a spirit of loyalty to Josephine who was so good to me and the fear of hurting her feelings kept me faithful. Her affection for me was evidently quite sincere and she counseled me wisely in many things.

During the petting and teasing processes which generally preceded out expansions I discovered that she was partial to digital manipulations, or in brothel terms, " finger frigging." This condition was probably due to some abnormality; or possibly the too frequent copulations in a professional capacity had dulled the normal reaction. At any rate her emotions could not be completely aroused any other way and I think the fact that I was able to perceive this condition, and was considerate of it, inspired to some degree the affection she felt for me.

While gratifying her in this way I learned to subject and hold my own emotions in check for prolonged periods and this is an asset which cannot be too highly estimated. Not only does it sharpen the sensitory nerves, making them more responsive to the delayed orgasm but it also places one in a very advantageous position in respect to women. The pleasurable sensations which accompany ejaculation in the male are far more intense with the first orgasm than with a second or third. Apparently, the " pleasure capacity" of the masculine sexual organ is depleted or dulled greatly by the first ejaculation and does not respond with the same vigor to successive efforts unless there is considerable time between.

The unnatural life led by girls in houses of prostitution, submitting their bodies to sexual intercourse without regard to their personal inclinations, frequently with men abhorrent to them, tends to stultify and deaden their sensibilities. Josephine had not yet reached this stage. She was only two years older than I and as yet showed no signs of dissipation. Her clear, grey eyes and rosy cheeks sparkled with health, life and vim. But she didn' t like the way men " did it" – on top, finished and off before it hardly began to feel good. She never really enjoyed herself except with me, she said!

One day when I came in I noticed some of the girls running in and out of the parlor, laughing and giggling about something the nature of which I was in ignorance. When Josephine and I were alone I questioned her as to the cause of the merriment. " Oh, it' s that Swede who comes to see Marigold," she replied.

The man she referred to was, like myself, an afternoon visitor. I had seen him on several occasions sitting in the reception hall, waiting for Marigold, the object apparently of his undivided affections. He was a quiet, polite fellow, large of stature, always plainly but neatly dressed. How they had come to designate him as " the Swede" I don' t know unless it was that his blond hair and Nordic accent someway suggested the nationality. As Josephine replied to my query, she too began to giggle and my curiosity was further aroused. " Well, what' s so funny about it?" I insisted and as I spoke, there flashed over me the recollection of previous instances when, after the departure of this man I had observed smiling glances directed at Marigold – Marigold, the girl I had seen cross the room naked the memorable night of my initiation in sporting life – who was also blond and whose copper colored tresses and big breasts had always secretly fascinated me.

At first Josephine seemed disinclined to enter into explanations, but her reticence only augmented my curiosity and I persisted with the result that following novel facts came to light.

This man, despite his robust appearance, suffered from a lamentable physical defect. His cock was half than normal size, and incapable of attaining an erection of sufficient rigidity to penetrate a woman. The only way he could satisfy his passion was by sucking a girl and jacking himself off at the same time. For the privilege of sucking Marigold once a week he paid a generous fee. But this wasn' t all of the story. These little devils had scratched away a bit of paint from one corner of a glass transom above a door connecting Marigold' s room and were in the habit of entertaining themselves by watching while the sucking operation was being realized. " Does Marigold know this?" I asked, astounded.

" Sure, she knows it, but he doesn' t. She doesn' t care," replied Josephine. Instinctively I cast an apprehensive glance around our own room, to see whether there were any " scratched transoms" through which I had possibly been subjected to the scrutiny of curious eyes. Josephine read my thoughts and said smiling, " Don' t worry, we don' t do anything worth watching!"

Her revelations turned my thoughts to subjects I had hitherto not given much attention to. I had heard of " Frenching" of course, but regarded the act as being of rare occurrence. Yet here it was going on right at my elbow and seeming to excite nothing but amusement among those who were aware of it. Josephine noted my absorption, and asked curiously:

" Do you want to look?"

I hesitated but a moment, and replied affirmatively: " Come on, then."

She slid off my knees and led me to a room farther down the hall. With her finger on her lips in a gesture signifying silence she opened a door, and we edged in. to one side was another door and before this, perched on a table which had been drawn up before it, were a couple of half naked girls, each trying to peer through a glass transom from one corner of which a bit of paint had been scraped away. Josephine pinched their legs and motioned to them to get down.

" He' s just begun!" whispered one of them as they slipped down, albeit reluctantly, their faces suffused with suppressed laughter.

Josephine and I took the places they had yielded. She applied her eye to the small opening for a second then clutching my arm, she withdrew to one side, permitting me to look. I looked, and was held spellbound by a sight which caused the blood to race through my veins.

On the opposite side of the room into which I was peering and not more than eight feet distant was a bed, and lying across this bed, entirely naked, except for her hose and high heeled little slippers, was Marigold. She lay with half her body extended across the bed, her legs down over the side, her feet resting on the floor. Kneeling between them with his mouth pressed to her cunt was the Swede. One of his hands was under her bottom and the other was busily engaged in tuning up his undersized and half erected cock. It appeared to be about the size of a child of eight or nine. Marigold was laughing hysterically and at intervals her legs flew up as though actuated by springs released by the man' s tongue. He was going after it with all the vim and relish of a hungry youngster tackling a piece of custard pie. As he progressed, the movement of his hand on his own diminutive member became more rapid. From time to time Marigold glanced covertly upward toward the transom quite aware, apparently, of the fact that unseen spectators on the other side were enjoying the unique exhibition.