Fifty Shades of Victorian Desire

by Davina Charleston

  ‘That will do, dear Susan, I can bear no more – I feel as if I was all dissolved away. Put me to bed now; tomorrow we can continue our conversation, and you can tell me more of these wonderful things.’

  Clara then betook herself to her couch while Susan emptied the bath and tidied up the room. But when she was bidding good-night, Clara caught her in her arms, kissed her and said: ‘Dear Susan, I feel quite fond of you for all you have told me tonight. You have opened my eyes and given me such ideas as I never had before, but often felt a craving for, although I did not know the reason why. I shall be longing in the morning to hear more: and perhaps with your help I shall be able to obtain some of these enjoyments without which I now feel that life would be a mere blank. You will have to manage to give me half an hour in the early part of the day. So now, again good-night, and thanks, dear Susan.’

  You will all easily understand what a very exciting effect the foregoing scene had on my Aunt and myself. My prick remained in unceasing erection, with a little drop of spunk perpetually oozing out, which my Aunt always sipped up but carefully avoided stirring the prick itself which would at once have brought on a full emission. Her own cunt was in a similar state of constant flow, and I afterwards found that her thighs were wet down to her very knees. She repeatedly whispered her commendation … ‘What a delicious little cunt Clara has, Freddy! I am longing to kiss and suck it! How well Susan humours her and makes her twist her bottom! Good girl! I must give her a handsome present. She has managed this case with wonderful cleverness! Her success has far exceeded my expectation. We must let her work it out her own way, and nature will give the finishing touch.’

  When Susan wished Clara good-night, my Aunt closed the door on her side, gently but firmly, and going over to the bed, sat down as she said: ‘Oh Freddy, my cunt and bottom are in a terrible glow! You must give me some relief.’

  I leaned over her and asked: ‘Shall I fuck you, dear Auntie?’

  ‘Yes, but let us wait for Susan, she will be here in a minute.’

  Susan quickly entered, looking very bright and animated.

  ‘Well my Lady, are you pleased?’

  ‘Exceedingly so, dear Susan, you did your part well. Lie down here across the bed and I will give your own cunt a little petting while Freddy fucks mine over your face; and after that you may get a good poke from either Tomkins or James, whichever you like.’

  Susan at once complied and stretched herself on her back across the bed with her head projecting slightly over the edge.

  My Aunt then straddled over her face with her naked bottom cocked up, and rubbing her bubbies against Susan’s belly, embraced her hips with her arms, and bent her head down between her separated thighs; thus opening the lips of her cunt she drew the soft clitoris into her mouth, and worked her tongue about in the moist sensitive slit.

  Susan then placed her hands on my Aunt’s wriggling bottom and looking up from between her thighs, she said, ‘Now, Master Freddy, see her Ladyship’s bottom is spread for your admiration, press these soft cheeks and I will introduce your prick into her Ladyship’s cunt.’ Susan not only handled my prick most deliciously as I pushed it up the hot sheath of my Aunt’s cunt but gently squeezed my balls, and pushing her finger into my bottom tickled it in the most lubricious manner.

  Lady Flora now lifted her head, as she muttered, ‘Good Susan, talk plenty; and Freddy, don’t hurry, give me that slow steady lunge which I love – it gives my cunt time to relish both the taste and feel of your prick – that’s the way. Now pinch my bottom well: that makes my cunt hotter and able to hold your prick more tightly.’

  Thus exhorted, Susan continued, ‘Now Master Freddy, fuck her Ladyship well, push your prick slowly up her cunt, pinch her Ladyship’s bottom and rub your bollocks over my face. Press down your cunt, my Lady, so that I may reach the clitoris with my tongue, while Master Freddy is fucking you?’

  I had now come to the short strokes and commenced crying, ‘Oh Auntie! Oh sweet cunt! Oh delighted prick! Oh Susan, your tongue is grand! Lick my bollocks; bite em – Oh!!!’

  This emission considerably weakened my strength, and I was not sorry when Lady Flora said, ‘Fred, you must be tired; go to bed now, get a good sleep, and you will be ready for any fresh demands that may be made on you tomorrow.’

  I certainly was glad to lay my wearied limbs to rest, and soon passed unconsciously into a sweet and refreshing sleep.

  My Aunt however, as I afterwards learned, did not finally go to rest until she had been twice poked by Tomkins, while she watched Susan enjoying a similar treat at the hands of James.

  CLARA’S FIRST EXPERIENCES, RELATED BY LORD FERRARS

  Clara appeared very bright and cheerful next morning, and much more talkative than usual. When speaking to me, I observed that her eyes were often directed to the fork of my trousers, and also that she seemed particularly impressed with the well-developed lump which Tomkins, the butler, exhibited in the same interesting locality. She asked my Aunt to let her have Susan in her room for an hour in the fore-noon to alter one of her dresses. My Aunt of course willingly gave her consent. In fact, knowing already Clara’s intended request, she had given Susan instructions and supplied her with books and pictures to use on the occasion. Thinking it wiser to leave them altogether by themselves, she went out with me soon after breakfast to superintend some improvements she was making in the grounds; first however, telling Susan to meet us in one of the enclosed gardens, as soon as her interview with Clara was ended, that she might report what additional progress she had made.

  In due time, we found Susan awaiting us, and my Aunt having secured the garden door, led the way to a mossy bank, on which we three reclined together. Susan made her account more interesting by performing her usual duty of petting her Mistress’ cunt, at the same time placing herself, so as to afford me a full view of her own region of love.

  She told us that she found Miss Clara even more lubriciously inclined than she was the night before. That she readily permitted her again to examine her cunt, and freely admitted that she was longing to be fucked and know by experience all the sweet pleasures which a man’s prick and balls could afford her, she was delighted when Susan opened before her a book of French prints, and the spend moistened her cunt, as she questioned Susan, about the various attitudes and modes of procuring sexual gratification. Pointing to one of the pictures, she exclaimed: Oh Susan! What a love of a prick that man has! How I envy the girl he is going to fuck! And look at this one, how she cocks up her naked bottom before all these men! I wonder she is not ashamed! Were not you ashamed the first time a man looked at your naked cunt and bottom?’

  ‘Yes, perhaps a little at first, but I soon came to enjoy being looked at. Does not the thought that I am looking at your cunt now increase the sensation of pleasure? And with a man it would be still more so.’

  ‘Yes, I like to have you looking at my cunt, Susan, but I am certain I should feel greatly ashamed before a man.’

  ‘Ah, that feeling would soon wear off, especially after you had handled his prick and felt it in your cunt.’

  ‘Very likely, at all events I am convinced from the effect of these pictures on my self that fucking must be very delightful. I never understood until now, why men and women like to sleep together. I suppose they keep fucking all night. But if the pictures are so pleasant to look at, how much more enjoyable it must be to see the reality itself. You said something last night, Susan, about letting me see you fucked, could you manage it to day? It would be such a treat.’

  ‘Well, dear Miss Clara, I would like very much to please you, and Lady Flora gave me special directions to gratify you by every means in my power. She is out now and will not return until luncheon time, and therefore James won’t be wanted, and he is always ready for a fuck. So come with me into her Ladyship’s room. It opens into the boudoir, and you can look into it without being seen yourself. I will bring James by another door into the boudoir, and show him some of these pictures, and that will set him on f
or a fuck.’

  ‘Thanks, dear Susan, but I hope her Ladyship won’t find me in her room.’

  ‘You need not mind if she did. There is nothing that would please her more than to see and pet your little cunt. She is very good and loves to see people happy and enjoying themselves, especially in that way. Now Miss, sit here, keep your finger in your cunt, and open both your eyes and ears.’

  Susan quickly appeared in the boudoir and James with her.

  They sat down on a broad sofa right opposite to and facing the door through which Clara was peeping.

  Susan was speaking, and the first words which Clara could distinguish were: think, James, we may count on half an hour without interruption, so come tell me what you have been doing with yourself since you left me last night?’ And she began unbuttoning his trousers and slacking off his suspenders. She then drew down his prick, and looking at it, said: ‘This roving prick looks as if he had not been idle’ and making him lean back, she put one hand under his balls to raise them and show their size, and with the other frigged up his prick into standing order, as she continued: ‘Now tell me, James, whom did you fuck last?’

  ‘Well Susan, I have promised to hide nothing from you. The last who favoured me in that way was the new cook.’

  ‘What! that great fat woman! I wonder her cunt did not swallow you up. But how did you manage to get at her so soon?’

  ‘I brought her some of her Ladyship’s spiced wine last night after the other servants had gone to bed. She relished it greatly, and soon grew so jolly that she let me kiss her and, handle her fat bubbies, and at last make my way to her hot and randy slit; which is not by any means so large as one might expect. In fact, her cunt is as tight and close as that of a young girl. Then I got her to lean over the kitchen table, and throwing her clothes up over her back exposed a pair of the most splendid posteriors I ever looked at. Oh! it was delicious to press my belly against them and rub my prick up and down the soft furrow between! And though it was scarcely an hour since I left you, my prick soon recovered its usual size and strength. When I shoved it up she held the table with her hands, and pushing back her arse kept on grinding her teeth and muttering: “Pound my arse – my arse – my arse – Oh! that’s good! – fuck – fuck – fuck.”

  While James was giving this account, Susan continued manipulating his prick with her hands, kissing it, and rubbing it to her nose and about her face, until he cried, ‘Stop Susan, let me into your cunt before I spend.’

  Susan helped him to take off his trousers, then throwing herself on her back, she heaved up her legs so as to display all her cunt and bottom to Clara’s peeping eye! and when James leaned over her she caught hold of his prick and said, ‘Leave him to my management – I’ll put him in.’

  Susan still arranged matters so that Clara might see the prick pass in between the close clinging lips of her cunt and bury itself in its hidden depths; and when James commenced that prodding movement natural in such cases, she so twisted about as to cause him to vary his strokes, and occasionally exhibit the greater part of his smoking tool outside, then by a sudden bound she would re-engulf it in her amorous sheath. Sometimes she even threw him out altogether, that she might have the pleasure of putting it in again. But this pleasing operation came to a speedy end – much too speedy, thought Clara – and James lay panting on Susan’s belly, with his prick soaking in the humid folds of her cunt. When she had allowed him a few moments of this luxurious rest she got up and as she shook down her clothes said:? must now return to Miss Clara, who is waiting for me. She is a fine cocklesome girl, and I expect will turn out as fond of the sport as any of us.’

  ‘I thought so myself from the look in her eye, and she is in good training with you and her Ladyship. But listen, Susan, if you ever get me a twist at her, you will be tenfold more the delight of my life than you are.’

  ‘Oh! you villain, will nothing satisfy you? You have fucked the maid, and you have fucked the mistress, and you have fucked the cook, and now you want to fuck the young lady visitor!! Nevertheless, if I can help you, I will. Now clear out, I must put this place to rights before her Ladyship comes in.’

  When she returned to Clara, she asked, whether she had seen all that passed, and whether the sight had pleased and excited her?

  ‘Oh yes, dear Susan; I enjoyed it immensely, and all your funny talk! and how you promised to help him to get me. But dear Susan, watching James’ fine prick rushing in and out of your hairy cunt made my heart beat and almost took away my breath. I was envying you the whole time he was fucking you, and kept frigging my cunt with my finger; but though I spent more than once I felt no real satisfaction. You were quite right, I feel now as if I never could live without a a prick; and I don’t think I should find two or three too many. You said that you were fucked by more than one man, tell me, dear Susan, were you ever fucked by any one else now in the house besides James?’

  ‘I was, Miss, Tomkins has fucked me several times.’

  ‘Tell me all about it, dear Susan, I could not help observing this morning that he seems very big there; when does he go to you?’

  ‘He generally comes to me in the early morning when I first go into the drawing-room to open the shutters. He slips in behind me, catches me in his arms and kisses me: then he shoves his hand up under my petticoats and feels my cunt and bottom, that of course excites me, and I respond by taking out his prick and petting it with my hands: sometimes I kiss it and take its head into my mouth: you know, there is nothing a man enjoys more than to have his prick sucked by a woman. It is a certain way of making him long for a fuck. Then he places me on my back on the carpet, and I nothing loath lift my legs and turn up my bottom. He takes a good peep and perhaps another kiss, and then kneels between my thighs with his prick in his hand, then having opened the lips of my cunt with his fingers, he pushes in the head of his prick and drives it slowly up. Tomkins has a fine big prick, large and longer than that of James, and I enjoy his fucking very much. Oh Miss! if you only saw it standing up with its top all swollen and red, your cunt would water to take it in and suck it like a mouth.’

  ‘It must indeed be fine to be fucked by such a fine prick as you say Tomkins has, but tell me, Susan, has anyone else in this place besides Tomkins and James ever fucked you?’

  This was leading up to what was evidently the uppermost thought in her mind, for when I replied: ‘Yes, Master Freddy sometimes looks for my favours and seems pleased when I gratify him.’ She smiled, and said, ‘I thought so: now dear Susan, tell me how he gets on with you, and all about his prick, and how you like being fucked by him.’

  I was amused at her eagerness, and replied, ‘Master Freddy has a wonderful prick for his age, and knows right well how to use it; and his manner is so gentle and kind that any woman might be glad to give it a welcome in her cunt. I am confident, Miss Clara, that if you let him, you will find him both ready and able to please you in every way.’

  ‘Well Susan, I won’t be sorry if he makes the attempt, I only fear he will find the task too easy, for my cunt will be longing for his prick the whole time. But are you quite certain that he will be anxious for it himself?’

  ‘Of that I have not the slightest doubt, for he loves fucking more than anything in the world, and her Ladyship told me that he said you were the sweetest girl he ever met. If you only give him the opportunity and are not too coy when he makes advances, you will be surprised how rapidly he will proceed.’

  ‘Very well dear Susan, I hope he won’t be slow about it, for my cunt is burning at the mere thought of his fucking it. Lady Flora asked him this morning to drive me in the pony and trap. This will be opportunity if he is inclined to avail himself of it, and I will tell you everything to-night.’

  Lady Flora again commended Susan for her wise and successful management of this delicate affair; and turning to me, said: ‘The next advance devolves on you, Freddy; Susan has prepared the soil, cast in the seed, and a luxuriant crop already covers the ground, it only remains for you to thrus
t in the sickle and reap the harvest. I envy you the work – you will find it as easy as it is delightful; and I trust you will be very careful to make it as painless and enjoyable as possible to the sweet girl. Let us now go in.’

  My Aunt’s design was duly carried out, and shortly after luncheon, Clara and I were seated side by side in the pony trap on our way to see a neighbouring ruin. She was very amiable and friendly and we chatted pleasantly together. I addressed her as Clara, and she made an equal approach by calling me Freddy.

  I placed the reins and whip in her hands and offered to teach her to drive. In doing so my arm passed round her waist, and our cheeks frequently touched. I remarked, how pleasant it was to be sitting closely together. She agreed, and I pressed her still more closely to my side. I though I felt a slight trembling, but she made no objection; then, making a bold advance, I said, ‘These thick skirts of yours, Clara, are rather in the way, may I lift them up a little?’

  She nodded, so I drew them up, and as I did so, said, ‘Now, sweet Clara, let me place your leg resting on mine, and we shall be able to sit still more comfortably together.’

  She did not object, and I accordingly lifted up her soft and shapely leg over my knee. As I put my hand under, I touched for a moment the satin surface of her thigh just above her stocking. As she did not seem to notice it, I replaced it there, and while we kept on talking of the various objects of interest we passed on the road, I gradually pushed it higher and higher.

  Her warm skin felt deliciously smooth and soft; and as her drawers were capacious, my hand soon attained a position very near that sweet angle where Love holds his court. We were driving over a rough part of the road, which rather facilitated my movements, and the next bound of the vehicle caused my hand, as if involuntarily to press against two pulpy down-covered lips. On which, she exclaimed in a tone in which surprise and gratification were strangely blended: ‘Oh! Freddy, your hand is something more than friendly!’