The Education of Victoria

by Meadows, Angela

  ‘Yes, Madame,’ the three of us chorused. Madame sat in the middle of the row of high-backed chairs facing the fur-covered divan-style couch.

  ‘Now, we will start when Eric enters and the action begins. To your places please. Victoria, you lie on the couch.’

  I lay down on the furs, carefully draping my red lace gown. Eric came to me from the doorway, took my hand and drew me slowly and gracefully to my feet. When I was standing he took my head in his hand and kissed me hard on the lips, his tongue pushing between them and exploring my mouth.

  ‘Start to undress her, Eric. You do not need to spend too long on the first kiss.’

  With practised skill, Eric divested me of my gown, knelt to roll my stockings down my legs and then with a flicker of his fingers released me from the constraining corset. In moments I was naked before him.

  ‘Very good, Eric. You haven’t lost any of your skills. Now, Victoria, undress Eric. Concentrate on his lederhosen; he will remove his own shirt.’

  I did as I was told. Kneeling in front of him I unbuttoned his leather shorts and pulled them down over his buttocks. He was not wearing drawers so his long erect penis leapt out at me.

  ‘Don’t be surprised, Victoria, look impressed,’ Madame admonished, ‘and turn slightly so that we can all see Eric’s whole length. That’s it. Now caress it.’

  Using the techniques I had learned over the last year I cupped his testicles in one hand and slid a finger down the shaft from the hair in his crotch to the swollen purple knob. Eric sighed and I do not believe he was acting.

  ‘Lift Victoria onto the couch,’ Madame instructed. Eric took me in his arms and lifted me as if I was as light as a feather. He laid me gently on the bed.

  ‘Now, Victoria, spread your legs. Let us see your fanny. We need to see your swollen, glistening lips. Eric, get down there and open her up.’

  With my feminine parts completely open and exposed to the watchers I felt particularly wanton. Eric’s gentle fingers caressing my labia sent shivers of excitement up and down my back.

  ‘Right, Eric, go down on her now – just for a few moments. Find her clit and make her shake. Open your legs wider, Victoria; we want to see what Eric is doing.’

  I was struggling to remain in control of my senses now. As Eric nibbled my knob and licked up the juices flowing from my cunt, the first waves of orgasm rippled through my abdomen. A moan escaped my lips.

  ‘That’s it, Victoria. If you’re acting then keep it up. If it’s a real orgasm then hold on to it.’ Eric continued to gobble me and my climax built before slowly fading.

  ‘Don’t relax, Victoria. This is no time to fall asleep. You’ve got to go down on Eric now.’

  We changed positions as elegantly as possible. I knelt in front of him, his penis wobbling in front of my face. I opened my mouth.

  ‘No, stop,’ Madame commanded, ‘you are in the wrong position. We need to see the cock entering your mouth.’ We shuffled into the new position and I began again to engulf his engorged knob with my lips.

  ‘Slowly, Victoria. Let us watch as you swallow it inch by inch.’

  I did as instructed, bending my head back so that I could take every last bit of Eric’s magnificent manhood into my mouth. When I felt his balls on my chin I knew I had gone far enough. I allowed him to withdraw and his penis reappeared dripping with my saliva.

  ‘Now make him ejaculate, Victoria. But make sure it does not happen inside your mouth. We want to see him coming.’

  I got to work sucking and bobbing my head on the end of his cock. At other times I would love him to come in my mouth so that I could taste and swallow every drop of his semen. As I worked I could feel that Eric’s legs were weakening. He grabbed my head to steady himself.

  ‘Take your hands away, Eric; we can’t see what’s happening.’ He lifted his arms and at that moment he began to come. I pulled my head back and a torrent of semen hit my face like water from a fireman’s hose. I licked off all that I could reach with my tongue but could feel drips of it on my chin.

  ‘Very good. Now Hermann, don’t stand back. Take over the action.’

  I stood and turned as Hermann approached, stepping out of his shorts and pulling off his shirt. By the time he reached me he too was naked. He scooped me up, lay me on the couch and set to work kissing and caressing my breasts. My nipples that had been erect before now threatened to burst out of my bosom. He was astride me and I watched his thick cock sway from side to side while his balls dangled between his thighs.

  ‘Now, Hermann,’ Madame ordered. Like tossing a wet salmon, Hermann spun me onto my stomach and hauled me on my knees. He positioned himself behind me, his cock pressing against my left buttock.

  ‘Easy now, Hermann. The angle is important here. We need to see your penis entering her. Make sure her thighs are as wide as possible and part her cheeks so we can see the full length of her crack.’ Hermann did as instructed and I felt that he was going to tear me into two halves. He positioned his manhood at my doorway and rammed it in. I let out an involuntary shriek.

  ‘That’s good, Hermann. A little less of the surprise in your scream please, Victoria. Make it more of an acceptance. Now, Hermann, finish your task.’ Hermann gripped my buttocks and with his knees firmly wedged between my own, began to thrust in and out of my cunt. If I had any control before, I lost it now, gasping and groaning with each stroke and, as my orgasm began to build, appealing for him to fuck me even harder. Being the young, fit man that he was he was able to keep up his exertions for some time so that with a cry from both of our throats we came together. He pumped his sperm deep into my womb and I sank onto the couch thoroughly spent.

  ‘Very good, very good,’ Madame clapped her hands. ‘Excellent for a first rehearsal. There are some points we can improve and perhaps develop further, but a most acceptable start.’

  Over the next two days we repeated the performance with Madame making adjustments and suggestions. I found that I was able to detach myself to observe and evaluate my part in the proceedings while still being excited by the actions of the two boys.

  A few hours before the demonstration was due to take place I was relaxing in my bedroom dressed just in the lace gown. I had heard other girls arriving and being shown into other rooms but now there was a knock on my door.

  ‘Come in,’ I said. The door opened and a small mousy girl was ushered in by Madame Thackeray.

  ‘Ah, Victoria, I’m glad you are here. This is Lydia. She will be sharing your room this year.’ I jumped off the bed to greet the timid-looking girl. Two of the men entered carrying the girl’s luggage and left without a word.

  ‘I’ll leave you two to get to know each other.’ Madame withdrew closing the door behind her.

  Lydia was staring at me. I looked down at my body wondering what it was that had attracted her attention but I could see nothing obvious.

  ‘Is there something wrong with my appearance?’ I asked. She blushed.

  ‘I am sorry, but I was surprised by your state of dress. Your gown is almost transparent.’ I looked down again and realised that she could see my breasts, stomach and the dark V of hair at my crotch through the thin red lace.

  ‘You are correct, Lydia, but this is not unusual here at the Venus School for Young Ladies. We wear what we are comfortable in. Sometimes that may be nothing at all.’ I looked at Lydia’s clothes. She was wearing a dusty travelling coat over a long high-necked linen dress with any number of petticoats.

  ‘You must be feeling hot and dirty after your journey,’ I suggested.

  ‘Yes, I am.’

  ‘Well, let me help you get it off. Would you like a bath? There is plenty of hot water.’ Lydia agreed and I helped her remove her outer clothing. I went into the adjoining bathroom to fill the bath while she removed her underclothes. When she came into the bathroom it was my turn to stare. She was a small girl with the merest pimples for breasts but while she may have only just turned sixteen what struck me most was that her mound was completely hairl
ess.

  She saw me looking at her crotch and covered herself with a hand.

  ‘Is there something wrong?’ she enquired.

  ‘No, not at all. It’s just that I’ve never seen a girl without any pubic hair. I trim my own but I haven’t thought to remove it all.’

  ‘I didn’t like it,’ she said determinedly, ‘when hairs started to grow down there so I pulled them out. Every one.’

  ‘So you have looked at yourself.’

  ‘Of course. Don’t you?’ I was surprised by her defiant tone.

  ‘Well I do now, but I confess that before I came here I had not paid much attention to my private parts.’

  I helped her get into the hot bath and began to soap her slim white body.

  ‘I think I’ve always been interested in my fanny, especially as I am different to my twin brother.’

  ‘Oh, you know that boys and girls are different.’

  ‘Of course. He has a willy. We slept in the same bed until he was sent to public school three years ago. We spent many nights comparing our bodies and we found that when we tickle each other down there, it gives us both a nice feeling.’ I was becoming intrigued by Lydia’s story.

  ‘Your brother used to touch you between your legs.’

  ‘Oh yes. There’s a little button, hidden under the folds of skin that I play with and he does too. Do you have one?’ I was surprised at her naïveté. I rubbed her back with a sponge.

  ‘All girls do. Did you say that your brother still plays with you?’

  ‘Oh yes. Of course he is away at school a lot of the time but during holidays we play in each other’s rooms.’

  ‘And what else do you do when you’re at play?’

  ‘He likes me to touch his thing. When I hold it, it grows long and hard.’

  ‘I imagine it would.’

  ‘He tells me to hold it firmly and rub it and then he jerks and a white fluid comes out of it.’

  I held a towel up for her as she stood to get out of the bath.

  ‘You have an amazing story to tell. Perhaps you will tell me more later. But now we have to get ready for supper and the evening’s entertainment.’

  I helped Lydia dress in the white corset, stockings and gown of the novice although I confess I wondered from her story whether white was the most appropriate colour for her. She helped lace up my corset and together we went down to the dining room to meet the other girls.

  Later Eric, Hermann and I performed our demonstration to much amazement. The girls squealed with delight when I swallowed Eric’s cock and gasped when Hermann buried his prick in my fanny. Madame congratulated us on our performance and I mounted the stairs to my bed feeling quite exhausted. Lydia followed me into the room and I assisted her in removing her attire. We climbed under the sheets together. Lydia was full of questions about the tableau I had taken part in.

  ‘Did you find it easy to get Eric’s thing in your mouth?’ she asked.

  ‘Well he has got a big penis, but I suppose I’ve got a big mouth,’ I chuckled.

  ‘I tried putting my brother’s in my mouth a few weeks ago, but I couldn’t get it in.’

  ‘Oh, your brother must be quite big, then,’ I said.

  ‘Oh yes it’s at least as big as Eric’s.’ I tried to imagine a boy the same size as Lydia but with a massive cock. The image was quite troubling.

  ‘What did you do?’

  ‘Well I sort of licked it and just sucked the tip. My brother liked that.’

  ‘I’m sure he did.’

  ‘He spurted over me like Eric did over you. It tasted salty.’

  ‘Hmm, yes. Does your brother do anything else?’

  ‘Well, I like it when he puts his fingers inside me.’ I rested my hand on her smooth, hairless mount and slid my fingers down her crack parting her lips.

  ‘Like that?’

  ‘Oh much deeper than that.’ She spread her thin thighs for me and I dug deeper. My fingers slipped into her hole. Her crack was slick with her juices. Two, three, four of my fingers entered her. She was hot. I rubbed my thumb against her tiny erect knob. She began to pant and move against my hand buried up to my wrist inside her.

  ‘Is that it?’

  ‘Yes, that’s nice.’ I rubbed harder and her breaths came faster. Leaning against her I could feel her heart beating more quickly. Her thighs began to tremble and I felt her come with a gasp. She subsided and I withdrew my hand. She put her arms around me and rested her head on my left breast.

  ‘Is that all your brother did; just used his hands?’ I was beginning to worry about what she would say next.

  ‘Well, sometimes he would put his head between my legs and lick me like Eric did to you.’

  ‘And did you like that?’

  ‘Oh yes, very much.’ I confess that Lydia’s tale had made me wish for a tongue on my clitoris. ‘And once he put his thing in my hole.’

  I gasped.

  ‘You mean your brother fucked you.’

  ‘What do you mean?’ I realised that Lydia was a complete innocent regarding the arts of love and had no knowledge that she had been engaged in an incestuous relationship with her brother. For her it was all just play.

  ‘I mean, your brother placed his penis inside your fanny.’

  ‘That’s right.’

  ‘And what happened then?’

  ‘Oh, he pulled it in and out for a while and he got excited. And afterward it went small again.’ Lydia really did deserve a red corset for having engaged in intercourse, but with her brother! What could I say?

  ‘Did you like it?’ was all I could think of.

  ‘Well, it hurt a bit and I was a bit sore afterwards, but he said he enjoyed it a lot, so I would have done it again.’

  ‘Here you’ll learn a lot more about what men and women like to do with each other, but I don’t think you should tell anyone else your story, Lydia. And perhaps you shouldn’t let him put his penis inside you the next time you are home.’

  ‘Oh, he won’t be doing anything any more.’

  ‘Why?’

  ‘My father has sent him to Australia with my uncle. I won’t see him ever again.’ She sobbed and flung her arms around me. I wondered if her brother’s departure was anything to do with his relationship with his sister. Would the parents know? Perhaps they thought their children were very close but would they really suspect what they got up to together? Did the parents know what Lydia would learn at the Venus School for Young Ladies? I suspected not. Lydia was still sobbing gently and making my chest damp. Our bodies were entwined.

  ‘Don’t be upset, Lydia,’ I soothed, ‘you will soon make a lot of friends here and you’ll get those nice feelings you had with your brother from the other boys and girls.’ I took her hand and placed it between my legs. ‘Perhaps you’d like to touch me …’

  Chapter 15

  Victoria Discovers the Dark Arts of Pleasure

  The six of us, each dressed in our red ensemble of corset, stockings, slippers and gown, mingled in the hallway. It was our second day back at the Venus School for Young Ladies and we had already commenced lessons in bookkeeping and poetry reading, but this was our first evening session and we did not know where to go. The white-clad new girls were in the drawing room awaiting instruction by Madame Thackeray. We were expecting Madame Hulot, the deputy, but there was no sign of her. Instead we meandered around chatting to each other.

  Madame Thackeray emerged from her study and looked in surprise at the mêlée.

  ‘What are you doing here, girls? Madame Hulot is expecting you.’ As the newly appointed head girl, I decided that I should be our spokesperson.

  ‘We don’t want keep Madame Hulot waiting, Madame, but we don’t know where to meet her.’

  ‘Downstairs of course, in the cellar. Get down there now.’ Madame Thackeray pointed to a low, narrow door under the stairs which, if I had noticed it at all previously, I had assumed was merely a cupboard. Freya was closest to it and, turning the handle, tugged it open. A flight of stone st
eps descending into the dark was revealed. Taking the lead again, I lowered my head to pass through the doorway and carefully negotiated the steep and uneven steps. The other girls followed close behind. At the bottom of the stairs I stepped into an open area interspersed with stone pillars and with an arched ceiling of stone that supported the floor of the main house. The floor was dusty, hard earth. Flickering candle flames partly illuminated one end of the crypt.

  ‘Ah, there you are. Bon.’ Madame Hulot appeared out of the shadows in front of me. My eyes opened wide in surprise. Madame Hulot was a short, stout lady who normally, in our daytime lessons at least, wore dull grey linen dresses that covered her from neck to foot. She was not wearing a grey dress this evening. The trunk of her body was encased in a black leather corset that reflected the candlelight. The top of the corset was shaped so as to support, but not cover, her ample bosom. She wore black leather boots with a narrow heel that added at least four inches to her height. Above the knee-high boots were the tops of black silk stockings fastened to straps at the bottom of her corset. She wore no drawers. Her fleshy buttocks and her black curl-covered mound were exposed for all to examine. A long whip was coiled in her right hand. She frowned at us.

  ‘Those gowns will get in the way, girls. Take them off.’ Each of us slipped the light garments from our shoulders and looked for somewhere to hang them.

  ‘Just drop them on the floor, don’t waste time.’ We did as we were told.

  ‘Come this way.’

  She led us into the illuminated part of the cellar and for the first time I was able to see clearly. What I saw took my breath away. A man was bound between two of the pillars. His arms were outstretched and his wrists were held by steel rings fixed by chains to the top of the pillars. His ankles were similarly confined and his legs pulled apart so that he apparently balanced on his toes. He was naked. We saw first his rear. He was not one of the young men who worked in the school. This man was in his forties, his waist thickening and his buttocks sagging. His body was hairy but through the hair his skin was pink wherever one would expect it to be clothed and covered with tiny white curlicues that formed a lace-like pattern. As a group we walked around the pillars to survey the front of the suspended man. His chest, abdomen and legs showed a similar pattern of white threads. His testicles dangled between the outstretched thighs but there was almost no sign of his penis, shrunken and shrivelled as it was. The man’s head was covered with a hemp bag.