Fifty Shades of Victorian Desire

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  First published in Great Britain in 1996 (as Victorian Secrets: An Anthology of Victorian Erotica) by Michael O’Mara Books Limited

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  This electronic edition published 2012

  ISBN: 978-1-84317-992-4 in ePub format

  ISBN: 978-1-84317-993-1 in Mobipocket format

  ISBN: 978-1-85479-797-1 in hardback print format

  Victorian Secrets: An Anthology of Victorian Erotica © 1996 Michael O’Mara Books Limited

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  CONTENTS

  TITLE PAGE

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  THE SIMPLE TALE OF SUSAN AKED

  A NIGHT IN A COUNTRY HOUSE

  THE LOVES OF VENUS OR THE YOUNG WIFE’S CONFESSION

  BOUND FOR INDIA ON BOARD A P&O STEAMER from THE CABINET OF VENUS

  THE NEW EPICUREAN

  THE WHORE’S CATECHISM

  CLARA ALCOCK: HER INITIATION IN THE WAYS OF LOVE AND FULL ENJOYMENT OF ITS SWEETS

  A NIGHT IN A MOORISH HAREM

  RANDIANA OR EXCITABLE TALES BEING THE EXPERIENCE OF AN EROTIC PHILOSOPHER

  THE FARMER’S DAUGHTER

  FLOSSIE: A VENUS OF FIFTEEN

  Extract from

  THE SIMPLE TALE OF SUSAN AKED*

  I HAD INTENDED to have made my dear readers acquainted with, at all events, the outlines of these exciting stories, but, alas! I have not the time. I must hurry on, and describe how I put in practice all that Lucia had taught me, and how I surrendered my maidenhead, and learnt the rapture which man, and man alone, can give to woman.

  We paid our intended visit to old Penwick, and persuaded him to let me go to London sooner than he had at first thought possible, on the promise that, if I should be required at Worcester, I could return without fail or delay. Lucia also ordered some dresses for me.

  She got me what she called ‘decent’ drawers, chemises, and stays, and in a very few days we were ready, and started for London.

  It was early in August. Few people were travelling to London, that is in the first-class compartments, so that we had our carriage almost entirely to ourselves the whole way.

  Lucia, expectant of the delight she most prized on earth, was bursting with joy, and radiant with pleasure. We were to have only a ‘family’ party. Allan MacAllan was to be Lucia’s man; Sir James Winslow, Gladys’s; Robert Dane, Annette’s; and Charlie Althair mine. Not for one moment did Lucia leave me to my thoughts; she either by design, or because she really was so excited herself, kept chatting, chatting, chatting to me, and always on the subject of the pleasure, so that, what with her words, and the vivid caresses she continually gave me, I was in a state bordering almost on mania when we at length reached London. Had Charlie met us on the platform he might have taken me into the ladies’ waiting room, and had me there and then, and I should have offered not the slightest resistance. Lucia had continued to make me so lewdly randy – there is no other word to express my sensations. My heart and my cunt were on fire, and my blood ran like a torrent of fire through my throbbing veins.

  A very handsome carriage and pair driven by a coachman in a splendid livery, and with a footman also, met us at Euston. Lucia spoke kindly and gently to both of the men, who touched their hats, and seemed glad to see her again. I looked keenly at them to see whether anything in their deportment showed that want of respect which, I had been taught to believe, marked the knowledge by men of their mistresses not being all they should be. But I saw nothing but the most well-bred respect, mingled with that affection which all good and well-trained servants show towards employers whom they love. In the state I was in, I could almost have given myself then and there to the footman, for he was a really handsome, well-made young man, and quite fit, as far as personal qualifications were concerned, to lie between a lady’s thighs. I don’t see why a lady may not desire a handsome servant man, just as gentlemen most certainly desire handsome servant women, so that I do not feel at all ashamed of telling my dear readers of what my feelings were on this occasion.

  We drove rapidly though street after street. In spite of my throbbing cunt, and my beating heart, I could not but observe all that I saw, and the huge London, of which I was then seeing but a small portion, struck me with amazement. But the noise prevented much conversation and Lucia made me recline backwards, whilst the only way I knew of how intense her feelings were, was from the repeated hard squeezes she gave my hands.

  At length we reached Park Lane, and drew up in front of what, from the outside, seemed so modest looking a house that I was rather disappointed. I had expected to see a more palatial looking building, after all Lucia’s descriptions, but I forgot that she had described no more than the inside of the house to me.

  A fine well-preserved elderly woman opened the door for us, and once we were inside, Lucia kissed her affectionately and introduced me to her. The old lady shook my hand and said I was a fine, pretty creature.

  ‘Who’s at home, Sarah?’ asked Lucia.

  ‘Miss Gladys is upstairs miss, and Mr Charlie Althair.’

  My face, I know, became crimson on hearing that name. Then he, he who was to–to–oh! my goodness! he was already here!

  Yes, indeed. At that moment I saw a lady coming down the stairs followed by a gentleman. The lady I guessed to be Gladys, and the gentleman I recognised to be my cousin Charlie, though it was years since I had last seen him, and he was only a boy then and I a little girl. But what a difference there was in him to what I recollected! There was a tall, broadshouldered, strong-looking man, young indeed in face, but a perfect man in form and figure, instead of the slip of a handsome boy as I remembered my cousin Charlie. Now he had a fine moustache, and the firm-looking jaws of a man. I think the thing that perhaps struck me most was the appearance of power in him. He looked as if he could pick me up, and put me on his shoulder, and jump with ease over a fivebarred gate, and I felt my heart jump with admiration, and I was glad that such a splendid man as he was going to have me. I did not feel a bit shy. Lucia had wound me up to such a pitch that I was shivering with desire, and all the day since we commenced our journey I had had the most extraordinary sensation in the lower part of my body in the ‘organs of Love,’ first as though millions and millions of ants were creeping and crawling in and out of my cunt, and all over my motte and groins, whilst by breasts seemed to be swollen and itching to be handled and pressed.

  Gladys, for it was she, glided – you could not say walked, for her movement was more like that of a stately vessel wafted by a light breeze over smooth water – to Lucia, and the two women embraced one another with hearty hugs and kisses, pressing their breasts together, first on one side, and then on the other. They only said a few words to one another. It was ‘Well! Gladys!’ ‘Well! Lucia!’

  Then they separated, and Lucia flew open-armed to Charlie, and oh! how they kissed and caressed one another! I felt a great pang of jealousy as I saw Lucia’s hand fly to the top of Charlie’s thighs, move about rapidly as if trying to find something, and at last get it, not at all where I expected she would have fou
nd it, but half-way up to his waist-coat! I felt as jealous as could be of the hot kisses I saw Charlie giving her, and of the joy I knew she must experience feeling his hand stroking her, as it did, between her thighs.

  But Gladys, who perhaps noticed the shade on my face, came to me smiling, and gave me oh! such a sweet kiss. What a mouth she had! what lips. It was a kiss which, woman as Gladys was, provoked desire even in me, who was, like her, all but a woman, for before midnight I expected I should be like her no longer a virgin! I returned her embrace with fire. My kiss seemed to electrify Gladys, whose thighs locked with mine, and whose hand sought for and pressed my bubbies, and she flushed as she said ‘Ah! Susan, I see you are just what Lucia said you were! We shall be great friends, darling, I am sure. And how nicely you are made. You have quite a fine bosom, and I dare say,’ she added with a meaning smile, ‘you are as well made here’ (she let her hand fall as low as possible and press against my motte), ‘and I hope you have brought us an ornament which will be as much admired for its beauty and delightfulness as I am certain your face and figure will be!’ And she kissed me again and again, looked into my eyes with hers, and oh! what eyes she had! They seemed to warm into my very marrow, and to dart torrents of desire and all-voluptuous longings!

  Our embraces, caresses, kisses, made me for the moment half forget Charlie and Lucia, for I am a creature of impulse, and if my senses are powerfully affected, as they were at the moment by the sensation of Gladys’s electrifying and really delicious charms, I cannot help yielding up to them. What a blessing this is for me! Dear reader, all men are the same to me! Yet that one who holds me in his arms is, for the while, the perfection of mankind! I forget all the others whilst I enjoy his vigour, his manhood, and the rapturous pleasure his exquisite prick gives me.

  But if I forgot, or half forgot, Charlie, Lucia did not forget me.

  ‘There!’ she said; ‘that’s kissing and stroking enough! you two naughty girls! Gladys! Here is Charlie burning to know how his lovely cousin is made! and I am sure Susan would like to make his acquaintance, and that of holy Saint John Thomas, too!’

  Gladys laughed, and I felt myself growing red – not with shame, but with the immense pleasure I knew was before me. As I quitted the arms of the voluptuous girl, who had been adding fuel to the fire that devoured me, Charlie took me into his.

  ‘How you have grown, Susan!’ he said, as he kissed me, keeping his hot lips on my mouth, and passing his still hotter tongue along my lips from corner to corner.

  ‘And so have you, Charlie dear,’ I answered, as soon as I had the use of my lips to speak.

  Charlie held me at arm’s length, whilst he looked at me with eager eyes. His two hands held me under the armpits, and whilst he gazed at me as though he had that one chance of doing so and never would again see me and wished to remember me, he gently and gradually brought his hands towards one another in front, and then pressed them on my swelling breasts.

  ‘What good bubbies!’ he cried, and then he suddenly turned me round, so that I had my back to him, and pulling my head back against his shoulder, he again snatched the most voluptuous kisses from my mouth and felt first one and then the other of my breasts. Goodness! how different did his strong hand feel to Lucia’s or that of Gladys! Surely some strange influence – perhaps the male influence – passed from his palm into my bubbies, and thence down to my burning cunnie!

  I know it was quite different to being handled by Lucia, though, oh! what pleasure she used to give me when she squeezed my bosom with her soft hands!

  ‘Come!’ cried Lucia, who had been with Gladys watching all this with eyes dancing with excitement; ‘come into the study, Charlie! Come, Susan, I want Charlie to assure himself, before me, that I deliver you a perfect maiden into his hands, and that you carry the warranty of your virginity in the pretty cushion between your thighs!’

  Charlie put his arm round my waist and urged me towards the door through which Gladys and Lucia had passed, with eager but not unbecoming haste.

  There was a large ottoman in this room (there were similar ottomans in every room in the house) and on this Lucia made us sit whilst she and Gladys stood before us.

  ‘Now, first of all, Charlie, you must let me show Susan the Holy Saint who is to say his prayers in the niche prepared for him called her quim!’

  Charlie laughed and said, ‘Certainly.’

  Lucia with rapid fingers undid his waistcoat, and his braces before and behind; then she unbuttoned his trousers down to the very last button, and, pulling up his shirt, produced what, to my heated imagination, seemed something much larger than I had ever expected to find a man’s prick to be. Ah! how different is reality to imagination! I had had Charlie’s beautiful prick before me in a picture! I had heard it described! I had formed an idea of its magnitude, bulk, length, and power, but ardent as my imagination had been, minute as Lucia’s descriptions had been, the reality was vastly more splendid!

  ‘There!’ cried Lucia, as she put my hand on to the delicious hot, hard, yet velvety-feeling weapon, round which my eager fingers could hardly meet; ‘there! that is the prick which took my maidenhead, Susan! and which will take yours! Oh, beautiful Saint John! oh, glorious Saint John! Is it not grand, Susan? Now, is it not as delicious to feel as I told you it would be? But wait until you feel it walking up and down your little silky cunt, my dear. Oh! goodness! how I wish I had my first fuck to do again. Now, here! put your hand in and get out the bag of jewels.’

  I did so as I looked at Charlie, who bent his head forward, and as our mouths met, I had his magnificent balls in my hand. Oh! how nice! how extra voluptuous they did feel. There is something in the balls of a man which is more fascinating, more captivating than even his glorious prick in all its glory. Is it because his balls are the evidence of his manhood? I can’t tell; but I only know that I never tire of feeling a good pair; and I had, at that moment, a splendid, full, hard, big pair of them in my fingers, and could feel them slide from side to side, as I gently pressed them.

  ‘Now, Charlie! Assure yourself of the existence of Susan’s maidenhead,’ and Lucia lifted my dress, petticoats and all, high over my knees.

  Charlie needed no hand to guide his to my throbbing cunt. He only held me a little more firmly whilst he just pressed his curved hand and finger over my bushy motte and the soft lips of my palpitating quim, and then, putting his tongue deep into my mouth, he slipped his strong middle-finger as far as he could, between the full, soft lips of a cunt which, except for Lucia’s fingers and twot, had been virgin, since it had been created.

  Girls, dears! wait until a lover does the same to you, and then you shall tell me if such caresses are, or are not exquisite!

  ‘Well!’ said Lucia, all avidity for Charlie’s verdict.

  ‘A perfect virgin,’ he exclaimed. ‘A first-class maidenhead. There can be no doubt about that.’

  ‘And now has she not a delicious little cunt, Charlie?’

  ‘Awfully good! awfully nice!’ was the answer, as his finger gently and sweetly worked up and down, killing me with pleasure.

  ‘Let me feel her maidenhead!’ said Gladys, coming forward.

  Charlie instantly withdrew his hand, and I saw Gladys give him what looked like a little packet of cigarettes. Then kissing me, she slipped her slender long finger in, and smiling and flushing at the same time, she said:

  ‘Oh, yes! most distinct! a real and true maidenhead! and what a darling little quim. Charlie, I wish you every joy.’

  ‘Now, Gladys, I was the original discoverer of this wonderful virginity. So let me have a last feel of it, for I think it won’t see the light of another day!’ This was Lucia, of course, her hand, oh! that dear little hand which had first made me aware of what immense resources of pleasure were concealed, unknown to me, in that dormant little cunt of mine, took the place of Gladys’s.

  But all these varying caresses, these different hands, these changing fingers, added to the state of intense excitement in all that highly susceptible
region, produced a very natural, but apparently not expected, result. I had Charlie’s glorious prick in my grasp again. It alone was capable, even so, of upsetting the equilibrium of my senses, but these fingers moving in and out …

  ‘Oh! you naughty girl, Susan!’ exclaimed Lucia, ‘just look. Gladys, she has spent all over my hand.’

  ‘I am very sorry, Lucia. Indeed I could not help it,’ cried I, almost in distress.

  ‘Never mind, darling,’ they all cried together, and Charlie again taking posession of my quivering cunnie, kissed me really passionately. I heard the door shut, and when Charlie gave one a chance of seeing, I found that we were alone. Gladys and Lucia had left the room.

  ‘Susan!’ whispered Charlie, in a voice husky with excitement; dear boy, he was always excited, tremendously excited, when on the brink of a nice plump cunt. ‘Will you give me your maidenhead now? Ah! say yes! I could not wait till bedtime.’

  I raised my face and kissed him, and whispered, ‘Yes.’

  With a bound Charlie jumped up. He left me lying across the ottoman.

  I heard a quick rustling of clothes, and there he was, with only his shirt and boots and socks on. Whilst I looked at him he tucked his shirt up so that all his body from his waist downwards to the top of his socks was absolutely and perfectly naked. Oh! how I longed to see him as Lucia had drawn him, with nothing on but his skin; what a handsome object a well-made naked man is. How different in every way was he from the slender softness of Lucia. Charlie’s muscles seemed like engines of great force, as every movement of his made them play under his white and even skin, and how white his skin did look. I had no idea a man’s skin could be so white, and it looked all the whiter from the contrast of the dark black hairs which grew in parts wonderfully thick over his body, down the outsides of his thighs and down his legs.

  But what naturally attracted my most eager attention was that magnificent, glorious, handsome prick of his. To my astonished vision it appeared to have grown even longer, bigger, and more rigid than ever. It seemed to me, lying down as I was, to reach quite an inch up over his navel, and it was pointing straight up, apparently at his chin. I noticed then the curious shape of the under-side of its well-shaped head, as if it had been carved by nature into two curves meeting near the top, and gracefully sweeping down and asunder, one curve taking the right and the other the left. The shape of that head appeared to make the noble weapon it tipped perfectly irresistible, and I could see how admirably nature had formed it for penetrating. But, oh! could I possibly take in that huge (it did look so huge) thing?