Fifty Shades of Victorian Desire

by Davina Charleston

  ‘There were dozens of fine steel plates in the album, illustrating every possible position in which the passion of love could be enjoyed, but I will only describe one more of them. It represented a pretty girl seated in front of her youth, on a kind of rocking boat, with their toes just touching the floor to give the required motion; his prick is right in her bottom, and she is turning her face round to look at him, as he enjoys the sight of seeing his pego go in and out, at every rise and fall of the boat, a most luscious idea.

  ‘“Now, Ada, which position do you like best?” my brother asked, as he put the book under the pillow.

  “I’m so afraid, dearest, to let you put that great thing into me, but I think the most affectionate and loving picture is where each one is kissing and sucking the other, you kissed me so nicely at first, may I now repay it to your cock, whilst you kiss me again?”

  ‘He threw off his shirt, and then made me lay over him, so that my bottom was over his face, which he buried between my thighs, and at once commenced sucking my crack in the most exciting manner. How his tongue tickled that delicious sensitive spot you know so well, and then for a change he would draw it all along the crack once or twice, then thrust it right into me, and suck as if his life depended on it. How it fired every drop of blood in my veins, I pressed myself closer and closer to his dear lips as they gave me such exquisite bliss, and seized hold of his cock with both hands, as I brought the ruby head to my lips. Totally inexperienced as I was up to that moment, I instinctively rolled my tongue round the top, and even tickled the little hole from which he makes water, then imitating his motions, I licked all along the shaft, and even sucked his balls, when just as I was doing so I felt a sudden extra stiffening of the affair, and felt a lot of warm drops fall, or spout upon my neck; if I had had him in my mouth I should have had to swallow it.

  ‘I knew something delicious had happened to him, as he gave such a deep drawn sigh, then ejaculated, “Darling – love – what pleasure you give me, dear sister.”

  ‘A sympathetic thrill of delight shot through my frame, and almost directly I inundated his mouth with quite a profusion of my own juice, which he seemed thoroughly to enjoy, for his tongue was so active he could not have missed a single drop.

  ‘Our room was in darkness, as in the midst of our gamahuching the lamp had gone out, and I fancied as soon as I came to myself a little, that I heard a sigh and a rustling as if someone was moving about.

  ‘“What’s that, Ferdie?” I whispered, “oh, do run into your room and let me bolt the door, or I’m sure uncle, or someone will find you here!”

  ‘Giving me a kiss, he took the album from under the pillow and slipped out of the room.

  ‘I followed to bolt the door, and fancied I heard a whispering in the corridor; however, knowing I was now safe, I soon fell asleep after the extraordinary and enervating emotions I had experienced under Ferdie’s tuition.

  ‘During the next morning, whilst my brother was gone fishing, and I was sitting at work, making a smoking cap for our guardian, who should enter but uncle himself, a most unusual thing, and he looked so serious, my guilty conscience at once told me he knew all.

  ‘Seating himself by my side on an ottoman, “Is my little girl doing that for Uncle Harry?” he asked.

  ‘“Who else should I make it for, uncle?”

  ‘“But you might have a sweetheart, Ada!”

  ‘“For shame, uncle, I don’t even know a boy of my own age!” I said with a laugh.

  ‘“Isn’t Ferdie your lover, I caught him slipping out of your bedroom at two o’clock this morning!”

  ‘My face crimsoned, and I burst into tears, sobbing as if my heart would break, as I sprang up and tried to rush from his sight. He was after me in a moment, and grasping me round the waist, carried me back to the ottoman, and placed me upon his lap, kissing my forehead tenderly at the same time.

  ‘“Perhaps things are not quite so bad, Ada; Uncle Harry can forgive anything if you love him.”

  ‘“How kind, how good of you, dear uncle!” I cried, sobbing on his breast, “you know we both love you so dearly!”

  ‘“Then I will tell my birdie,” he went on, “that I peeped into the room and saw all, in fact the sight made me sigh so, you were startled, and I had to slink away; now all I want is to join in your love gambols, and for you to be as free with me as you are with Ferdie, only think of him taking my little album to show you, but I can show you a lot more beautiful pictures as well as books, if you come to my library. You have read the history of Rome, but never saw an account of the private lives of the Emperors, how some loved their own sons and daughters, whilst Nero had his mother, and Caligula his horse, the latter in fact had a kind of platform in the stable with a pair of low shafts, into which his horse was backed, and so harnessed that he could neither kick or get away, whilst his Imperial master made love to his bottom behind, but that was a dirty fancy, sons and daughters, or better still nephews and neices are more in my way, but you shall see the book for yourself, and can read it, as you know French.”

  ‘Whilst he was speaking his hand wandered under my clothes, and already got possession of my slightly fledged crack.

  ‘“What a beautiful little plump thing you have, Ada, how it excited me to see you and Ferdie kissing each other’s affairs, I felt quite overcome, and had to frig myself, which made me sigh when I came, that was what you heard, darling!”

  ‘“What is frigging, uncle?” I asked in my simplicity.

  ‘“Rubbing my cock up and down with my hand, till I make the seed spurt, will my little love do it for her uncle?” he asked.

  ‘“Anything to give you pleasure. You love us so I know, shall I put my hand into your trousers and find him?”

  ‘“Yes darling,” he replied, kissing me ardently, “you couldn’t please me better.”

  ‘I slipped down on my knees, and with trembling hands unbuttoned his trousers; there was a great hard thing under his shirt, and I soon exposed a fine manly weapon about nine inches long and thick in proportion.

  ‘How proudly it stood, as I measured its length by grasping it one hand over the other, drawing the skin downwards, till the fiery red head was fully exposed, projecting quite two inches beyond what my little hands could hold of its length.

  ‘My first impulse was to imprint a gentle kiss on its beautiful top, my tongue shot out instinctively to tickle and give him pleasure.

  ‘He gave a deep, long drawn sigh, as he murmured, “Go on, Ada, my little love, kiss and rub me both at once, you will soon give me most exquisite pleasure! Ah – oh – go on – suck me – rub me quick – take it all in your mouth – don’t be afraid, darling! Ah – that’s grand – what a love – oh, oh, oh – there!” he ejaculated as I went on, and at last I felt the same sudden spasm shoot along the shaft as I was handling him, and my mouth was flooded with his warm creamy emission, which would have choked me if I had not greedily swallowed it all, yes, and enjoyed it too dearie!’

  As Ada was telling me her confession we had settled upon a bank, and just at this point she had my trousers undone, as you may guess my prick was in a fine state. She took it into her little mouth at once, and racked me off deliciously, never stopping for a moment till she had drained the last drop, then looked up in my face with a smile, and said, ‘Dear Fred, you didn’t know I was so accomplished, did you? I do enjoy that so, and I know it gives you pleasure. I have often kissed your sister Frederica, and you can tell her I’ve told you if you like. That was when she came to see us at uncle’s, and happened on days when we were left alone by ourselves, only she used to say she liked a man best, and so do I darling love!’

  She continued, ‘I need not tell you much more about our doings at Curlington; uncle took my maidenhead, and used to delight in seeing Ferdie have me. Other times he would have me himself, whilst Ferdie laid by our side on the bed, so that uncle could suck his cock, whilst my brother played with his big affair as it worked in and out of little Ada. My hands would also be busy
frigging Ferdie’s prick into uncle’s mouth. Don’t you think it was awfully grand, even if so dreadfully wicked, as people would say if they knew? Do you know, Fred, I am longing to see you take the impudence out of the chambermaid at the hotel, as I believe she is as knowing as she looks.’

  ‘Do you really mean that you would like to see me have that girl, Ada?’

  ‘Yes, to be sure, and especially as I believe it would give you pleasure,’ she replied.

  Of course it suited me, but I determined to make Ada lay the trap herself, so I just communicated to her a little plan which I thought would work admirably, which she readily agreed to carry out, whilst I should be hidden in the same closet, in which I had waited the previous night whilst she undressed and got into bed.

  Next morning I purposely made my arrangements for being away all day, in the presence of our intended victim when she came into our sitting room at breakfast time to receive Ada’s orders, about several things she required during the morning, notably, a bath she wished to have in our bedroom with Sophy for attendant.

  About one o’clock I was put away in the closet, with a tall stool to sit upon, and a nice little peephole, so that I could see and hear everything done in the room.

  Enter Miss Sophy in answer to Ada’s ring.

  ‘Is the bath ready to be brought in, and have you plenty of time to attend to me Sophy? You can tell them you are engaged with me, and they can charge it in the bill, if they please to do so, for your extra attendance,’ said Ada.

  ‘Certainly ma’am,’ and away trotted the chambermaid.

  Then two of the hotel servants brought in the bath and all the necessary requirements for it, and Ada ordered Sophy to bolt the door.

  Then my wife was undressed and bathed, after which she insisted upon Sophy stripping and having a bath also.

  I had enjoyed the sight of Ada being wiped down by the chambermaid, who even applied the towels to the most interesting chink of love, seeming to take a peculiar kind of interest in my wife’s cunny.

  And now I was doubly pleased to see Sophy strip as Ada helped her to do so, ever and anon complimenting the girl on her different beauties and contrasting them with her own.

  Sophy was a finely moulded girl of medium height, with dark red auburn hair, hazel eyes and rosy cheeks, whilst, as to her crack, it looked deliciously small and tight, with only just a shade of rather golden hair upon the mount, her skin was as white as alabaster, and the girl was evidently proud of herself.

  She was soon into and out of the bath, then Ada attended to her with the towels, and I could see considerably excited Miss Sophy by occasional funny touches, making her blush all over every now and then.

  ‘What a love you are, Sophy, how I should like to cuddle you in bed, do you think you could love me, dear?’ she asked.

  ‘Oh, ma’am, your husband might come back and catch us; pray don’t, its so rude, you make me so ashamed!’

  By this time Ada was standing with one arm round the girl’s waist, kissing her mouth, whilst the other hand had got its forefinger on the sensitive spot just inside Sophy’s crack, and was gently frigging her as their naked bellies touched one another.

  ‘Isn’t that nice, Sophy dear? Doesn’t it make you love me a little?’ she whispered.

  ‘Yes, yes, it’s beautiful, but, oh ma’am, how can you do so to me?’ she answered with a sigh, blushing deeper than ever.

  ‘You know, Sophy, that girls often love other girls as much or more than they do men; here, sit on my lap on the sofa, and I will tell you of something which has just happened in Paris, and for printing which the editor of a French newspaper is now undergoing a sentence of twelve months imprisonment.

  ‘It was an article calling public attention to this incident, and pretended to expose the secret practices of young ladies whose morals were supposed to be above suspicion.

  ‘The names were fictitious of course, but everyone believes the story is founded on actual facts.

  ‘A member of the old nobility, Monsieur St. Roque, wishing to marry, determined not to select a wife from the frivolous young beauties of Parisian society, the lightness of whose morals he hadn’t the greatest possible horror of, but selected a young girl of sixteen, whose parents had had her brought up and entirely educated at a convent, of the strictest possible reputation, in fact she only left the religious establishment on the morning of her marriage.

  ‘Everything went on smoothly for a short time, excepting that Monsieur found his bride so cold, and evidently pining for something or some one.

  ‘One night, in bed, he elicited from Celestine, in answer to his enquiry of what she wanted to make her really happy, that she was triste on account of having been parted from Mlle. Sapho, her most intimate friend and bedfellow at the convent.

  ‘“Is that all, my darling, then we will invite her to pay us a long visit at once,” replied Monsieur, only too happy to think that such a trifle would make his little wife happy, and attributing her sadness, in his innocence of mind, to the extreme youth of his spouse, and the extraordinary affection of two young girls for each other (he was quite right, but little guessed the nature and foundation of such loving attachment).

  ‘Mlle. Sapho’s presence seemed to bring him all the access of happiness he had wished for, the young bride’s coldness was at once changed to a warm loving demeanour; in fact he found she was almost too exacting in her constant demands upon his vigour, and found himself regularly kept to the “whole duty of a man”, i.e. a constant worship at the shrine of Venus.

  ‘He also noticed that the two loving girls were very fond of repairing by themselves to a little pavilion in a very secluded part of the garden, so his curiosity prompted him to spy out their secret, and placed himself in ambuscade in a shrubbery at the back of the pavilion, so that when his birds entered their cage he could both hear and see all that passed between them.

  ‘“How dull I am without you, Celestine, you quite forget me, now you can enjoy your husband every night,” said the young wife’s friend.

  ‘“You do me great injustice dear, dear, darling Sapho, you know I would not be happy till I got Monsieur to invite you to stay with us, and now you complain that I am forgetful of you, when the fact is that I burn more and more for your love every day. Let me love you now, and I promise this very night to make my husband agree to all you wish, can I do more to show my love?” replied the young wife, kissing and taking all sorts of loving liberties with her friend, as they assisted each other to divest themselves of their clothing, till both were perfectly naked.

  ‘The sight drove Monsieur St. Roque almost beside himself, when he found that Celestine was a confirmed young tribade, but restraining himself, he witnessed all their salacious and indelicate games, sucking, kissing, and toying till with a positive groan of horror, he beheld them in the last listless state of prostration which succeeds for a short time the attainment of forbidden joys.

  ‘It was only by putting the greatest possible restraint upon himself that he was able to rest till night should disclose what his wife had promised to ask of him.

  ‘They had retired to bed, and his wanton little wife was more loving than ever, so much so that she almost drove from his mind the disagreeable incidents of the morning, the denouement of which he had been so anxiously awaiting, and he was just about to mount upon the throne of love when she exclaimed, with a slight laugh at his impetuosity, “Ah, no, no, not yet love, you must promise me something first.”

  “You know I will refuse you nothing, Celestine, that is proper for my wife to have,” he replied.

  “But it is not exactly proper, sir, although very nice, especially for you; you can’t refuse me, or I won’t kiss your affair in the way you are so fond of having me do. Make up your mind at once, or I will take away my hand and turn my back; do you promise or not, whatever it may be it won’t hurt you, but only add to our pleasure?”

  ‘He consented, and breathlessly awaited her explanation, which was, that Sapho and herself, when at
the convent, had been taught by one of the nuns all the ways of procuring pleasure for each other, and that afterwards being bedfellows, made them so fond of each other that they bound themselves by a most fearful oath, that neither of them should enjoy a sensual pleasure without the full participation of her friend, in fact the first one who got married was to share her husband with the other, and if both had husbands they would exchange, or have them altogether in the same room.

  ‘“And, now darling, let me run and fetch Sapho, she is dying for you to have her, then we will both kiss you in every possible way, and always have our love together, won’t it be delicious?” saying which she sprang from the bed and left the room.

  ‘Imagine the husband’s horror at finding his wife such a filthy-minded debauched creature, all faith in her purity gone, and himself wretched, dishonoured, disgraced, how could he live?

  ‘When Celestine returned with Sapho she found Monsieur St. Roque gone, so they amused themselves in the best way they could, expecting him to surprise them every moment, till at last, after about an hour, a loud report of firearms startled them from their lascivious frolics.

  ‘The noble husband had blown out his brains, but not before leaving a letter to his banker, which fully explained his reasons for so doing.’

  ‘What do you think of that story, Sophy, I don’t think my husband would shoot himself if I asked him to have you, and what would you say?’ asked Ada of the chambermaid, as her rude touches fairly made the girl shiver with sensuous delight.

  ‘For shame, ma’am, you would kill me, and besides if he could but see us now, it would disgust him,’ was the blushing answer.

  ‘Not so long as you don’t encourage him to make love on the sly; the only thing to disgust him is a mock modest girl who wants a bit of cock, and pretends not to. I must run to the w.c. dearie, in the next room, so please get my clean things out of that closet by the time I come back,’ and Ada ran out laughing.