Fifty Shades of Victorian Desire

by Davina Charleston

  ‘Yes, darling Clara, it is more than friendly, it is full of admiration and love Let it stay, dearest. It is delicious to press these soft lips; and this lovely chink! – so moist and warm! How exquisitely made you are! Open your legs a little more; tell me, Clara, like a dear girl, what do you call this little mouth?’

  ‘I have no name for it; what would you call it?’

  ‘It is commonly called cunt, Dear, and if we use that name when we are talking familiarly together, we shall find it agreeable and exciting – say it now, my love.’

  ‘Cunt, Freddy; why do you like putting your hand on my cunt?’

  ‘In the first place, I want to give you pleasure; now, tell me truly, does not the rubbing of my finger on this part of your cunt give you pleasure?’

  ‘It does, Freddy, I like to feel your fingers moving about in my cunt.’

  ‘Good, and in the next place it gives me pleasure, very great pleasure, for it excites the corresponding part of my body. I have not got a cunt, but I have what exactly corresponds to it, and is in fact especially made for its use and enjoyment. Do you know what it is like, Clara?’

  ‘No, dear Freddy; how could I.’

  ‘Well, lay down the whip and give me your hand for a moment.’ She allowed me to take the whip out of her hand and then carry her hand to the front of my trousers which I had already unbuttoned. I placed it inside on my prick standing up with uncovered head. It was delicious to feel how readily her soft fingers closed around it.

  ‘Take it out, my pet, and look at it,’ I said, opening my trousers to the greatest extent.

  She drew it out and looked down on it with admiring glances.

  ‘Move it up and down, Dear, that will make it grow bigger.’

  She smiled, and moved her lily hand up and down its shaft.

  ‘Now, I am certain you know what it is for.’

  She blushed, but said nothing.

  ‘Do you know what it is called?’

  ‘No, Freddy, what is its name?’

  ‘Prick, Dear, and you see it is made just to fit the cunt. This soft shelving head slips so easily and nicely into the little hole at the lower end of the cunt and makes its way so pleasantly up the passage inside, that it fills a woman’s belly with rapture and delight. Now say prick for me, and tell me what you think of mine.’

  ‘I am no judge of pricks, Freddy, but I like to hold yours in my hand and to move it up and down, as that seems to give you pleasure.’

  ‘That’s a good girl, but you would like for better to feel it in this nice little cunt, fucking you – But here we are arrived. I will take the pony from the trap and let him graze in this paddock while we go over the ruins.’

  We then wandered about through old passages and doorways and up broken stone steps until we came to an open space thickly covered with mosses and lichens; when I said: ‘Let us rest here awhile. Clara, you have had a great deal of climbing and must be tired.’ She replied that she did feel somewhat tired and would enjoy a little rest. I chose a soft place for her to sit upon and then threw myself at her side. I looked into her eyes, they seemed melting with love and tenderness, and as I slipped my hand under her clothes, I whispered: ‘My darling, I feel as if we were made for one another let us enjoy ourselves together while we may. Favour me now with a view of the dear little cunt I have been petting as we drove along.’

  ‘Oh no, dear Freddy, you may feel it if you wish, but I cannot let you see it, I should be so ashamed.’

  ‘You need not be ashamed of me now, Clara. See I am not ashamed to have you looking at my prick,’ and I again took it out and placed it in her hand. ‘Besides I want you to let them kiss – it would be so nice, and you would like it so. Won’t you let me try.’

  ‘I may some day, but I can’t now.’

  ‘Why not now, Dear? There is no time like the present – there – lean back,’ and I gently inclined her backwards.

  She made a slight attempt to keep down her petticoats as I pulled them up, but at last I drew them all up; and when I had opened her snowy drawers, and with gentle force separated her yielding thighs I got a full view of the rising mound and voluptuous lips of her maiden cunt. How beautiful it looked, so fair and soft, and so redolent of sweetest perfume!

  At first I felt almost overpowered by its excessive loveliness, but on opening the lips I perceived a tiny drop of pearly spend trembling at its lower extremity, and I longed to taste it! So throwing myself at full length between her legs, I applied my mouth to the luscious chink. The contact of my lips seemed to have an electrical effect: her thighs at once spread themselves out to their widest extent, her cunt was thrust up in little gentle heaves, and her hand placed on my head, as if playing with the hair, pressed it strongly down. In short, I never observed more evident symptoms of the highest pleasurable emotion.

  After a few moments, I looked up and said, ‘You have a sweet cunt, Clara, do you like me to kiss it?’

  ‘Yes, dear Freddy, the suction of your lips and movement of your tongue makes my cunt thrill so that I cannot keep quiet.’

  I kissed it again, and said: ‘Now let me put my prick to it and make them kiss, and then perhaps you will let me put it in.’

  ‘You may, Freddy, but only a little way.’

  I pushed it up to her and said, ‘Put your hand on it, Dear, and show me how far I may put it in.’

  She smiled as she took it in her hand, and said, ‘I think you might put in the head, but not any more.’

  ‘Very well, Dear, you can tell me when you feel the head in and when you wish me to stop.’

  I held my prick to her cunt, rubbed it over it, and up and down the slit, then placing it at the true opening I very gently urged it forward; the head slipped easily in, and I asked, ‘Do you feel it, Clara? Is it hurting you.’

  ‘I do feel it, Freddy; it did hurt me at first, but not now.’

  ‘Shall I stop pushing?’

  ‘No, Freddy; I like it – you may push it in a little more – push a little more still – Oh! It feels very nice – you may push it in as far as ever you can.

  I now gave her thrust after thrust, as I said, ‘Hold me in your arms, Darling – heave up your dear cunt, and tell me how you like it!’

  ‘Oh, it is delicious! Freddy, you may fuck me as much as you like. Oh! how your prick fills my cunt! I feel it ever so far up my belly! Are you going to spend now? Do it – pour it into my cunt. Oh my darling Freddy, I cannot tell you what pleasure you are giving me,’ and with a prolonged Oh!!! her grasp of me released, her eyes closed, and she lay back powerless on the bank. I felt her cunt however closely pressed round my prick, as with loving throbs it seemed to suck out every drop of love juice that remained.

  After this, all reserve was thrown aside by Clara, and she allowed her generous nature full play in the free exercise of a variety of little wanton acts and lascivious expressions. This imparted to the young girl such an air of innocence and freshness as made her still sweeter and more charming than ever.

  There is nothing more attractive or delightful to a man than to meet a woman of warm temperament and loving disposition who so fully confides in him as to manifest before him, the secret working of her newly kindled desires, and to tell forth the innermost feelings of her loving heart. Such were the thoughts which passed through my mind, when as I laid myself back to rest she took hold of my languid tool and said: ‘I wish, Freddy, you would teach me how to bring to life again this poor little prick. He seems very tired, and is only half his former size.’

  I showed her how to frig it and pet the balls. She bent over it with marked interest, she kissed it, and finally took its head into her mouth and sucked it. It was not insensible to her kind attentions and soon began to swell and get stronger. She continued her gentle and stimulating touches, and lifting her head said, ‘Do you like to hear me speak of pricks, cunts, and bottoms while I am frigging you?

  ‘Yes, Darling, it has a great effect on my prick.’

  ‘Are there any other words of that
kind which you would like to hear me say?’

  ‘Yes, Dear, there is spunk.’

  ‘Oh, that is what your prick darted into my cunt when you were fucking me. What else?’

  ‘Bollocks. And that is the name of these round balls at the root of my prick that hold the spunk.’

  ‘Then there is the common expressive word arse. And that,’ she said with a laugh, ‘is the vulgar name for this part,’ placing her delicate fingers first on the cheeks, and then sweetly touching the hole of my bottom.

  ‘Now my pet I want you to uncover all your lovely arse, and straddle over me with a knee on each side, so as to place your cunt on my mouth, and if you like you can then bend forward and play with my prick while I suck your cunt.’

  ‘Oh,’ she said; ‘that will be very nice, and I will suck your prick while you are kissing my cunt.’

  Very soon I had her luscious little cunt melting over my mouth, while my prick was sucked and my balls petted with so much fervour that a stream of seed poured forth a second time, every drop of which Clara swallowed with apparent relish and satisfaction. She continued playing with my prick all the way back and told me how Susan had frigged her cunt for the first time the night before, and had described the pleasure of fucking; but she added, giving me a kiss and a fond squeeze of the prick, the reality far exceeds the description.

  I praised Susan to her and asked would she be very jealous if she saw me making free with her?

  She replied: ‘Sometime ago, I am afraid I should, but now that I understand more of these matters I see things in quite another light; so, if I felt sure that your making free with her would not cause you to love me less, then I would rather be pleased to know that you were enjoying yourself with her, and especially if I thought that you would regard my acquiescence as a proof of my confidence and affection.’

  ‘Why Clara, you are quite a little sage! You are perfectly right, Dear. The fact of you allowing me to go with others, or to speak plainly, to fuck them before you and with your help, would not only be the most convincing proof of your confidence and affection, but be the surest means of binding me to you for ever.’

  She answered with a kiss, a pleasant little way she had, and I responded with a loving hug.

  On reaching home, my Aunt called me into her boudoir, and taking out my prick, she examined, kissed, and smelt it, while I gave her a minute account of my success with the sweet and trustful Clara.

  ‘She is indeed a dear girl. Freddy, be very careful not to do her harm, and prize her love, for you won’t find many so loving and confiding as she is.’

  CLARA’S EXPANDING DESIRES

  That night before going to bed, Clara gave Susan a full account of all our doings in the afternoon, and described how pleased she was when she first perceived my hand on her thigh, and the exquisite sensation in her cunt when she felt my fingers groping between the lips. Then the intense delight that thrilled through her frame when at last I placed her on her back with her legs wide apart, and commenced pushing the head of my prick against her cunt; and how she hugged and squeezed me in her arms while the dear prick was working deliciously in and out of her throbbing recess.

  ‘Did it hurt you much when first forcing its way in?’

  ‘Yes it did, but I scarcely minded that, I was so anxious to get it in and the short pain was so quickly turned into such excessive pleasure that I could hardly distinguish between them. In fact judging from my own experience, I would say that the pain caused by the first entrance of the prick is much overrated.’

  ‘Ah but remember. Master Freddy’s prick is not so large as that possessed by older and bigger men; and besides, he has such a deft way of handling his tool, that I don’t think he would hurt even a child. But if your cunt had been entered for the first time by the prick of a man like Tomkins, for instance, you might have had a different story to tell.’

  ‘Then I suppose,’ Clara said, with a rosy blush over her face, ‘that if a bigger prick gives more pain, it also gives more pleasure.’

  ‘I am not so sure of that. Certainly Tomkins gives a grand fuck, and his prick stretches your entire cunt and seems to fill up all your belly but somehow, I rather prefer Master Freddy’s quiet deliberate style of fucking, and Lady Flora, who I may tell you is a thorough connoisseur in these matters, says that is the perfection of this most delightful art.’

  ‘Well Susan, although at present I have no wish to be fucked by Tomkins yet the thought of his big prick, pushing up into my cunt, fills my mind with peculiarly lascivious fancies and ideas. Look at my cunt now, Dear, and tell me, whether you think it has been much opened up by the entrance of Freddy’s tool to-day. Though it stretched me a good deal at first, I did not seem to feel it much afterwards.’

  She then lay back on the bed and spreading her legs allowed Susan to push a pillow under her bottom that she might inspect her cunt more freely.

  ‘Yes, dear Miss Clara, your cunt is very much more open than it was, and it could now take in with ease a prick very much larger than that which Master Freddy can boast of. It looks very pretty now, it is so soft and red. I am sure that Lady Flora will admire it very much when she sees it, and I think she intends to come to you tonight; and take my advice, Miss, don’t be at all coy with her, just talk to her as you do with me, that is what she likes. Speak freely of pricks, cunt, bottoms, and fucking, and all things of that kind; in fact, the more lascivious you show yourself, the more she will be pleased with you and like you.’

  ‘What time do you think she will come, Susan.’

  ‘After you have had your bath and before you get into bed.’

  ‘Let us hurry then, Susan, and make me as nice as you can for her Ladyship.’

  Lady Flora had brought me into her room, and we listened with much pleasure to the interesting conversation between Clara and Susan, which I have related with the greatest fidelity and minuteness.

  At the time indicated my Aunt said, ‘I must now go into this sweet girl, but you had better stay here and be ready to come whenever I call you.’

  Susan had just finished drying Clara, whose whole body looked as fresh and fragrant as that of the fabled Hebe, when the door opened and my Aunt entered. Going up to Clara, she said, ‘My dear Clara, I have come to see that you have everything you wish for. What a fair sweet girl you are! I am delighted to find you in a state of nature. It enables me to view and admire all your charms. Come, sit on the bed with me while Susan removes the bath,’ and putting her arm round her, she drew her naked as she was towards the bed.

  ‘Thanks, dear Lady Flora, I have everything I can wish for, and Susan is most attentive. Your Ladyship is very fortunate in having a maid so clever and obliging. She anticipates my every wish.’

  ‘I am glad you are pleased dear Clara, and I am glad to observe that you have sufficient good sense not to mind my seeing you undressed. Many young girls are foolishly weak in feeling over-powered with shame at being seen naked even by a woman.’

  ‘But dear Lady Flora is not that a natural feeling; at best, what we are all taught to regard as such?’

  ‘Yes, but a great many of our conventional notions are clearly opposed to nature. At all events, our first parents so long as they were innocent had no sense of shame. It is all very well, to cover up the old and ugly, but when nature has carved out a form like yours, radiant with health and beauty, there can be no just reason to hide it at least from another woman. But I want to see a little more of your maiden charms.’ Here Lady Flora, who had her left arm round Clara’s waist, put her right hand gently on her soft swelling mons. ‘Lean back, my love, open your thighs – that’s a dear girl; you are deliciously formed here; and if you have full confidence in me, I will teach you how to use this little love-chink. So as to obtain the greatest pleasure without danger or risk. Do you know any name for it?’

  ‘Yes, Lady Flora, Susan told me it was my cunt.’

  ‘And you know why your cunt has this mouth-like shape?’

  ‘Yes, because it is meant to t
ake in a prick; and to be fucked,’ she added with a blush and a smile.

  ‘Right, my pet, a cunt is never satisfied until it gets a prick; but your little cunny feels to me as if it had been already entered by something in the shape of a prick. Now show confidence in me, dear Clara, and tell me honestly if you were ever fucked and by whom?’

  ‘Dear Lady Flora, I have the greatest confidence in you, and I will tell you everything. I never saw a man’s prick, and was never fucked until today. Freddy succeeded in getting his hand on my cunt while we were in the pony-trap, and when he had placed me sitting on a mossy bank inside the ruins, he coaxed me to let him see my cunt, then he prevailed on me to handle his prick, and one thing led on to another, until he got between my legs and fucked me. Are you very angry?’

  ‘Not in the least, dear Clara, it was the most natural thing that could have happened to you; and I consider Freddy a very lucky fellow to have been the first to draw honey from this sweet little tulip. It is indeed a dear little cunt. Do you like to have me looking at it and petting in this way?’

  ‘Yes, now that I have got over the shame I felt at first, I like to see you looking at my cunt, and you are rubbing it so nicely that I feel as if I was just going to spend.’

  ‘You are a good sensible girl, Clara, and I will now give you all the pleasure I can. I am going to kiss and suck your little cunt, and I want you to spend while I am sucking it. And now I will let you into a secret; if you wish to make the pleasure still more delightful, go on talking of pricks, cunts, and fucking, and you will find that every time you use these and such-like words, you will get an additional feeling of pleasure in your cunt. So while I am sucking it, tell me exactly how Freddy fucked you to-day and everything you both said and did.’