Fifty Shades of Victorian Desire (5 page)

That as each eager thrust was impressively given,

I felt quite exhausted, and wafted to heaven;

Round his vigorous frame like a tendril I twined,

Whilst our lips in lascivious billings were joined,

And we revelled in joy, till our transport at last,

Reached the crisis of Hymen's delightful repast,

When, by, rapture's full tide, overwhelmed and oppressed,

With a strong closing effort he sank on my breast!

For some moments entranced, dissolving we lay,

While the fountains of pleasure were briskly at play,

And there thrilled through my veins an o'erpowering sensation,

And we gave the warm pledge of a new generation.

But, although the first tempest of passion was spent,

My young hero on further achievement was bent,

For he still kept possession, with power unsubdued,

And embracing me closely, his pastime pursued;

Delighted, I felt the keen impulse again,

And re-paid, with fresh ardour, the feats of my swain,

Who, more temperate now, played his amorous part,

And restrained the wild force of his soul-stirring dart.

Now halting – as if to prolong the delight –

Then again pressing on in the exquisite fight,

Till, panting with pleasure, my breath nearly gone,

I courted brisk action, and whispered, ‘push on.'

All attention, he promptly the summons obeyed,

And again the rich tribute of ecstasy paid,

Till exhausted and spent with the genial emission,

We motionless lay in mere inanition.

Here the first act of wedlock was brought to a close,

And panting we sank into quiet repose;

But our slumbers were short, for warm fancy, impressed,

With the scenes which had passed, was destruction to rest,

And my dreams still reflected my amours again,

That I started, and woke with my blood in a flame;

Thus excited, I sought the renewal of bliss,

And impressed on my partner a warm ardent kiss,

Which, infusing fresh spirit through every vein,

Soon nerved him for love's sweet encounter again,

And he placed in my hand the dear source of my pleasure,

The pride of his manhood, and woman's best treasure.

The rogue, as I pressed him, grew stronger and stronger,

Till unable to bear my grasp any longer,

He flew to my arms, and with one active tilt,

Lodged his excellent weapon clean up to the hilt;

Then again we pursued our connubial employment,

And strained every nerve to increase our enjoyment.

Wild murmurs of ecstasy marked every stroke,

And the bed in its creaking our ardour bespoke,

Until, soon, we completed the blest operation,

And poured forth together our mutual libation.

Thus alternately sleeping and sporting we lay,

'Till bright Phœbus had mounted the chariot of day.

Five times we indulged in our amorous riot,

When my hero at length, seemed disposed to be quiet;

But, to tell you the truth, had he given me a score,

I still should have ardently coveted more;

But, more prudent, he thought it was time to observe

The maxim of keeping a corps in reserve,

And that he would not appear with ‘eclat,'

If so soon, he was made a ‘hors de combat;'

Still I clung fast around him with unquenched desire,

And fanned the warm embers of love's drooping fire.

Grown bold, I extended my warm roving hand,

And felt my dear playfellow gently expand,

Till he soon had attained the completest perfection,

And proudly stood forth in the grandest erection;

But my tormentor, laughing, still lay on his back,

And declared ‘twas my turn to commence the attack;

So I mounted at once, and as something to brag on,

I acted the part of St. George and the Dragon;

And managed it, too, with such skill and address,

That it quickly was crowned with the wished for success.

This completed the sports of this wonderful night,

And put the last seal on this work of delight;

So we rose to perform our respective ablutions,

And wash off the stains of our frequent pollutions.

But words, after all, do but faintly reveal

The joys which, in wedlock, you're destined to feel;

Then lose not a moment, my dear Isabella,

But fly to the arms of some handsome young fellow,

Make haste and get married as soon as you can,

For life's quite a blank, till enjoyed with a man,

Who will quickly remove every girlish dilemma,

And make you as blest as your happy friend –

E
MMA
.

How she trembled and hid her face on my bosom, as the reading proceeded, whilst my prick was fairly throbbing with impatience under her bottom.

At last it was finished, and dropping the book, I took her face between my two hands, and bringing our lips together, we indulged in a long luscious kiss, which seemed to make her whole frame vibrate with emotion, especially when I thrust my tongue as wantonly as possible into her mouth, and she almost sucked my breath away.

At length she broke away, exclaiming, ‘What a naughty, rude man you must be Fred, to bring that book to read to me, in fact you're dreadfully indelicate altogether, now get into that cupboard at once, sir!' opening the door, and motioning me to enter.

Willing to humour her for a little while, I stepped inside, but
remarked as I did so, ‘My idea, Ada, is in a hurry for me to be still more indelicate, but my darling can't be more impatient than I am.'

She did not answer, but I heard the key turned in the lock, and then a considerable rustling of dress, as she was evidently making haste for fear I should burst the door open to look at her.

‘You are a good boy, Fred, to be so patient, and if always so obedient to your little wifey, I can never love you too much.'

‘All right, dearest, but do make haste, for I'm really very impatient,' I replied, then I heard a faint trickling sound, and guessed she was at the moment performing the last necessary duty of nature, before being ready for bed.

A moment or two after the key was turned very softly in the lock, and pushing open the cupboard door I had to grope my way to the bed, for the little minx had drawn the thick window curtains quite close as well as putting out the wax lights.

I found my birdie safe between the sheets, only her head was buried out of sight, so throwing aside the bedclothes, my hand was upon her bosom in a moment, when she said softly, and evidently in a great flutter, ‘Why, Fred, you're surely not coming to bed in your clothes, are you?'

‘My darling you put out the lights, and made me forget all about that, certainly I must undress myself, but must light up to do so,' I answered, and soon the room was again illuminated by at least a dozen wax lights. The facetious hotel people had determined we should have enough candles to see well, and find our way into Hymen's bower of love, so I applied the taper to them all, especially as I knew they would be charged in the bill.

I was not bashful if she was, so soon stripped off everything, careless of whether she looked or not. My prick was in a fine state of erection, and you know it is a fair-sized instrument of its kind.

No doubt the sly puss had a good look at her fate, although pretending to hide her head.

For a moment or so I stood before the cheval glass, admiring my own manly beauty, especially the dart of love as I drew back the skin from its ruby head, and shook it triumphantly, so that she might have a good sight reflected in the glass.

Somehow the idea of exposing myself as much as possible to the little frightened creature, seemed to excite my lust to its utmost pitch of desire.

Next I slipped on my night shirt, and taking up the utensil, found my penis so distended that it was almost impossible to make water for a minute or two, till I had cooled it over the bidet with some cold water and a sponge. At length I managed to discharge a fine volume of water, the sound of which no doubt must have reached her ears, even if covered up.

Without putting out the lights I made my way to the bed, and opening the sheets, sprang in, and at once drew my trembling bride close to me, as I folded her in my arms, and took a long wanton kiss, tongueing and sucking each other's breath for a few seconds, till I felt my prick as hard as ever, throbbing against her belly, so slipping my hands down, I raised her
chemise de nuit
, and my own shirt, till we were both naked up to the arm-pits. What a delicious pair of hard, firm, round, little globes of love, her bosom now displayed to my delighted gaze, as the bedclothes were slightly thrown back. I moulded them with my fingers, kissed and sucked the pretty brown nipples, and made them feel my pretended bites, till the two little things were as stiff as little pricks. Then suddenly darting one hand lower down I felt the soft silky down on her
Mons Veneris
, and found her legs slightly open to give me a chance of attacking the grotto beneath.

‘Darling, I must first ascertain that you are really a maid, that is a thing it is impossible I can be deceived in, has any one else ever been here?' I asked, placing one finger in her crack, which I found already quite moistened by a spend in anticipation, brought on no doubt by my attentions to her bubbles.

Her thighs closed convulsively at the instant, and as I could see her face quite plainly, the previous crimson flush was suddenly succeeded by an ashy paleness, and then as suddenly flushed up again, as the tears welled in torrents from her blue-black eyes.

‘I'm undone, you'll never forgive me!' she sobbed as if her heart would break. ‘Let me get up and go home to my uncle. Oh, oh, Fred, Fred, I never thought you could know. No, more you would,' she added, almost passionately, ‘if you had acted in a manly way at once; but – but, of course your finger is a different thing. Oh, do let me go!'

She jumped out of bed, and would have been dressed in a very short time, sobbing all the while as if she would break her heart.

Her tears had an extraordinary effect upon me, I don't believe I had loved her before that moment, but now I yearned to comfort her, and felt how terrible it would be to lose such a darling.

‘Ada,' I said, rushing to her, and folding her in my arms in spite of her resistance, ‘I can forgive you everything if you tell me all – all – everything – what different are you now to what you would have been tomorrow morning, even if you had been a maid. Will you unbosom yourself, and love me as before, then nothing can interfere with our happiness?'

She fell on her knees, sobbing and crying more than ever, but presently composing herself a little, exclaimed, ‘How good and generous of you, dear Fred, I will tell you all, and love you, and do everything you wish for the rest of my life. I won't even be jealous of other women as some foolish girls are. You shall have every freedom, and I will do my best to retain your love. But love me now, Freddy, I can't tell my tale till we feel one in every respect, tomorrow you shall know all.'

She was as passive as a lamb. I slipped off my night-shirt, and pulled every rag off her back as well.

What a beauty she was, so small, but perfect in every limb and part. In a frenzy of passion I carried her to the bed, threw her down and was between her legs in a moment, but she was awfully tight, and I had indeed to push hard to effect my entrance. She heaved up her bottom, and glued her lips to mine; I could not retain myself, but spent immediately. Then we lay in the ecstatic trance you know so well, till I felt the contractions of her cunt urging me to go on again. She is a perfect little devil for cock, and made me go on again and again, without withdrawing for a moment, till I had spent four times, and my prick was quite skinned.

When at last I did retire from the scene of my defeat, (for she had fairly exhausted me), I noticed a considerable stain of blood of the lips of her pussy, and on the sheet.

‘I have really injured you as much as if I had taken your maidenhead, Ada dear,' I said.

A curious smile passed over her face, as she said, ‘But for your threatening finger I should have cheated you, still I am far happier now, my Fred and will let you into the secret.

‘I consulted a very clever old woman, who advised me to wash myself well with alum water, to tighten and harden my sheath, and then when the important crisis approached, to pass up a couple of good ripe red strawberries, which would give the proper stain – was it not clever, my pet; but I am indeed happiest as it is!'

We washed, and then before going to sleep, she first kissed my
prick most affectionately for some minutes, and at last when I assured her that I was too sore for further play, she lubricated it with cold cream, hoping I should be all right in the morning.

What delicious dreams I had as I lay in the arms of my pet. It was all gone through again, only if anything with greater enjoyment, and at last I awoke in the act of spending, and found that my little wife had been gamahuching me in reality, till I quite unconsciously came in her mouth.

After breakfast we took a long walk over the lovely common, whilst far out of hearing of a living human being, she confided to me the following remarkable tale:

When we had walked some distance, Ada said, ‘Now, Fred, I will keep my word, and tell you all about my introduction to the ways of enjoyment, for I feel sure you must guess I am no novice.'

‘Go on, dearest,' I answered, ‘I only like you the better for your candour.'

She stopped and made me kiss her, again and again, and joked me about my prick getting stiff in my trousers, promising that her narrative would excite me tremendously, and that she really trembled for the consequences, when we should go to bed again.

‘And perhaps long before that,' I replied with a laugh, ‘but do go on, I'm all impatience.'