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

I ceded my post of observation to Josephine. She watched a moment and her hand closed over mine.

" Quick! They' re finishing!" she whispered sibilantly, and moved to one side. Again I applied my eye and was just in time to see the conclusion of the spectacle. Marigold was not laughing now. There was a strained, set expression on her face and in her wide staring eyes.

She half sat up, her hands were now clasped about the fellow' s head and she seemed to be trying to effect a closer contact.

The Swede' s hand was moving so rapidly they could scarcely follow it. A convulsive shudder passed over Marigold' s body. She released his head from her grasp and sank back on the bed. As she did so, she put one of her feet against his shoulder and violently pushed him away from her. He fell over backward on the floor, his undersized cock rapidly lost its slight erection and curled limply down on his stomach. The show was over.

I climbed down from the table, lifted Josephine down, and without a word we repaired quickly to her room. I was in a veritable frenzy of lust and had hardly gotten my cock into her before the semen was flowing.

The result of this episode was to set me thinking along new lines an I questioned Josephine rather extensively about " Frenching" as the lingual bocal stimulation of the sexual organs is vulgarly called. There were establishments known as " French" houses where this particular kind of service was specialized in almost exclusively.

I revolved the subject over in my mind. Here was a new tid- bit on which to speculate. The idea intrigued, and at the same time repelled me. The feminine genital organs had never seemed to me as being of an unclean or repulsive nature. To the contrary, I had always experienced a keep pleasure in touching, fondling and caressing them. But the idea of placing my mouth where other men had placed their cocks was highly distasteful to me! Had it not been for this detail I would have looked on the practice with relish.

Josephine would have submitted to me, if for no other reason than to enable me to satisfy my curiosity but I could not overlook the fact that she was in daily contact with other men, and this dampened my enthusiasm. As to being " Frenched" myself by one of these girls, that was a different matter. And the more I thought of it, the more clearly I was able to imagine the delightful sensations which would accrue through having one' s spermatic fluid sucked out by a woman' s warm mouth. And I made up my mind that at some not distant date I was going to visit one of those naughty " French" houses.

My relations with Josephine had been of nearly a year' s duration, when one evening at the dinner table my father announced his intention of spending a few weeks with his brother in the country. While discussing the projected vacation, he casually remarked that, were it not for interrupting my schooling he would have considered taking me with him. Ordinarily the prospect of any kind of a journey would have my instant enthusiasm, but even as my lips parted to make the plea, it occurred to me that such a trip would interfere with a certain project I had in contemplation, namely, a visit to one of those " French" houses, which I was even then saving up money to finance. And so, hastily revising the words I had been on the point of uttering, I murmured something to the effect that it would indeed be inconvenient to absent myself from my school at this particular time. This indiscreet remark attracted my father' s attention. He looked at me speculatively for a moment, and said: " Yes, I believe I' ll take you along with me. You' ve been studying too hard lately. I believe you need a rest, too."

There was an inflection in his tones and an understanding in those steely blue eyes which caused me to lower my head, and I interposed no further objections to accompanying him.

My uncle went in for scientific farming, was quite prosperous and had a fine home in which were to be found all the modern comforts and conveniences possible in a rural community. A week after the conversation above referred to had transpired found us on the night train, and early the next day we reached the small station where a carriage drawn by two powerful horses was waiting to convey us to the farm a few kilometers distant. And shortly thereafter we were at our destination.

I was in no humor to greatly appreciate the beauties of nature in full bloom, but as I glanced around and observed the stately elms, the well- kept gardens, beautiful vines and flowers which surrounded a long rambling, comfortable house, with green fields and azure tinted hills in the distance, my spirits rose somewhat, and I consoled myself with the reflection that even here the necessary ingredients of an amorous adventure of some kind might be found. For my uncle' s farm provided a livelihood for several families, which lived on the premises in little houses and cottages and which almost constituted in themselves a small community.

One afternoon, tired of reading, I was discontentedly wandering to and fro among the various barns and granaries on the place when I suddenly and unexpectedly came face to face with a young person of whose presence on the farm I had not previously been aware. This young person was a pretty, rustic damsel of thirteen or fourteen. Recovering quickly from my momentary surprise, I bowed gracefully, wishing her a pleasant afternoon. She responded civilly, edged past me, and went on about her business – whatever it was.

Discreet inquiry revealed the fact that she was the daughter of a widow in who had charge of the butter and cheese making department, and that the two of them lived in one of the tiny cottages nearby. Immediately the situation took on a rosier hue and with the great optimism I began to speculate on the possibilities. It will be gathered from this that I was lacking neither in self assurance nor vanity. My experience with girls had been such as to support the idea that my attentions not only were welcome but expected. Consequently, it was with considerable surprise I found that this country damsel did not respond immediately to my advances. Indeed, her attitude bordered on the disdainful. Though I managed to meet her at frequent intervals, adopting my most polished airs in my efforts to engage her in amiable conversation, she regarded me in the most expressionless way, briefly answering such questions as I propounded in futile attempts to hold her attention – and proceeded on her way. This was for me a new experience. It exasperated me, and incidentally, shocked my sense of fitness of things, that this calico gowned, bare legged country girl was not impressed by my city airs and sophistication. However, aside from being pretty, she possessed a pair of bubbies of dimensions truly amazing in a female of her years, whose contours, blooming floridly and visibly under the scant clothing, fairly mesmerized me. So I redoubled my efforts. But, alas, my most persistent and assiduous attentions failed to evoke a spark of interest, and finally, I abandoned the siege in disgust.

Again I took recourse to the library as a means of diversion, and it was while rummaging through the well stocked shelves that I encountered a book with a French title which attracted my attention. I withdrew it from among its companions and idly thumbed the pages. They were uncut, but the chapter titles in the index fed my interest. I took the volume out to my hammock and with a penknife cut the pages. The title of this book wasMademoiselle du Maupin. How it happened to be in the library of my puritanical and religious minded uncle I will never know but it was certainly due to some accident, and beyond doubt he never so much as suspected the presence of this masterpiece of lurid literature in his staid and respectable collection of books.

I had not, up to this time, ever gotten my hands on any book of a really pornographic nature. The family doctor book, with its chapters on procreation, childbirth, and kindred subjects was a far throw from the book I at the moment had before my eyes. Many times since I have tried to obtain a copy in English, but such as I have found invariably turned out to be revised or " expurgated" editions. In the certainly it would never have been missed, I could have appropriated this copy if I had had my wits about me at the time. The story revolves around a young French girl who, thrown upon her own resources, adopts a masculine disguise as a protection against the vicissitudes of life to which an unprotected girl would be exposed. She is involved in many erotic situations, which culminate in another young girl falling in love with her, unaware of her true sex. This girl, frantic at her apparent failure to win du Maupin' s love, enters her room at night and in a last despairing effort to seduce the object of her infatuation, exposes her nude body. This, and many other emotional episodes, in the last of which two females come to a satisfactory understanding, surrendering themselves to each other in a sexual embrace of mysterious nature, were so vivid in their rendition that I was soon in a state of erotic frenzy. Before I had concluded many chapters I arose from the hammock, sought the seclusion of my room, and lay down on the bed to continue the story. Soon I was obliged to unfasten the front of my trousers for comfort. Shortly there after I was holding the book in one hand and masturbating myself with the other. The necessity of being at the dinner table interrupted me before I had finished the soty, and tucking the book under the mattress of the bed, I went downstairs. Later, pleading a headache as an excuse for early retirement, I returned to my room. Before I turned out the light for the night I had read the book from cover to cover. And incidentally had jacked myself off three times.