Indecent: 15 Erotic Victorian Romance Story Box Set (37 page)

Shelly
Homes and the Red Pubed League

I called upon my friend Miss Shelly
Homes one day in the autumn of last her and found her in deep intercourse with
a very stout florid faced elderly gentlewoman with fiery red pubic hair.

With an apology for my intrusion I was about to withdraw
when Homes pulled me abruptly into the room and closed the door behind me.

“You could not possibly have come at a better time my dear
Watson,” he said cordially.

“I was afraid you were wrist deep.”

“So I am. Very much so.”

“Then I should wait in the next room.”

“Not at all. This gentleman, Miss Wilson has been my partner
and helper in many of my most successful sexual encounters and I have no doubt
that he will be of the utmost use to me in this one also.”

The stout lady half rose from the chair and gave a bob of
greeting with a quick little questioning glance from her small fat encircled
eyes.

“Try the pussy,” said Homes, relapsing into her armchair and
putting her fingertips together as was her custom when in aroused moods.

“I know, my dear Watson, that you share my love of all
sexual dalliances that are bizarre and outside the conventions and humdrum
encounters of husband and wife. You have shown your relish for it by the
enthusiasm which has prompted you to chronicle, and if you will excuse my
saying so, somewhat to embellish so many of my own little adventures.”

“Your sexual prowess is renowned,” I replied. “There is no
need for any embellishment. Besides your encounters have been of the greatest
interest to me.”

As I spoke Homes sat back in her chair and the stranger,
Wilson, lay back on the sofa and spread her legs as wide as could possibly be
managed, making the most indecent imprecations towards me that I found
increasingly difficult to ignore.

“You will remember,” said Homes, “that I remarked the other
day before we went into the very steamy encounter with Miss Mary Sutherland
that for full satisfaction of our loins we must go to life itself which is
always far more daring than any effort of the imagination.”

“A proposition which I took the liberty of doubting.”

“You did Doctor, but none the less you must come beside Miss
Wilson as you must come round to my view. Now Miss Jane Wilson here has been
good enough to call upon me this morning and begin a sexual encounter which
promises to be one of the most singular I have enjoyed for some time. You have
heard me often remark that the strangest way of reaching orgasm is sometimes
associated with the smallest motions. As far as I have heard it is impossible
for me to say whether my present encounter is a crime or not but the course of
events is certainly the most singular I have ever encountered. Perhaps Miss
Wilson, you would have the great kindness to recommence your seduction. I ask
you not merely because my friend Dr Watson has not seen your stripping
technique but also because your peculiar style of seduction forces me to admit
that your methods are to the best of my belief, unique.”

The portly client puffed out her chest with an appearance of
some little pride before dressing in the long check trousers, frockcoat and
drab waistcoat. She topped it with a frayed top hat and greatcoat gathered from
the side of the settee. She motioned for me to sit and then stood in the centre
of the room whilst Homes wound the gramophone.

As the sound of a rambunctious tune filled the air, Miss
Wilson began to strip and I had to admit I was most perplexed by the sight. She
kept on her greatcoat whilst working off her knickers first from under her
trousers, then the waistcoat and frockcoat before finally tossing the greatcoat
aside and taking a formal bow, whipping off her trousers as she did so.

“Bravo,” Homes said. “Most singular.”

Miss Wilson approached me. “And you Dr Watson? Do you
approve?”

She glanced down at my trousers, observing the bulge that
her striptease had created. “I believe I do,” I replied. “Singular is the
word.”

She sank to her knees and fumbled for my trouser buttons,
teasing them apart before reaching in and pulling out my cock. She took it in
her mouth while I could only watch in mute surprise at her boldness.

Her technique was like none I’d ever encountered, she hummed
whilst licking the shaft of my cock, the vibrations making my loins tingle
whilst her hands cupped my balls and she stared up into my eyes.

“Observe this,” Homes said, standing up and crossing the space
between us in a matter of moments. She pulled Wilson from my cock and laid her
on her back on the rug. Wilson immediately spread her legs and her pussy lips
whilst Homes pushed two fingers into her wetness.

Wilson continued to hum as Homes fucked her whilst also
licking her engorged clit. Unable to resist the sight of Homes’ pert bottom
pointing towards me, I knelt behind her and pushed my cock straight up her. She
rocked back onto me until I was buried inside her and all the while Miss Wilson
continued to hum.

“Try inserting yourself in her whilst I observe,” Homes
said, sliding off me with some noticeable reluctance. I laid on top of the
waiting Jane and was drawn to the sight of her flaming red pubic hair as I
pushed myself into her.

She wrapped her legs around my back and clamped me in place,
thrusting herself up towards me whilst toying with her clit, her arm squeezed
between our bodies.

In a matter of minutes I could hold back no longer and with
a final slamming of my body against hers, my cock twitched and I fired a jet of
spunk into her soaking wet pussy. She came moments later, her entire body
shaking as she finally stopped humming, her mouth open and her eyes closed.

When she had recovered, I slowly withdrew as she lay a
single kiss upon my lips before beginning to hum again.

“Oh yes,” Homes said when I had returned to my seat and Miss
Wilson was again dressed. “She also had a letter she brought with her.”

Miss Wilson reached into the pocket of her greatcoat and
brought out a dirty and wrinkled newspaper. As she glanced down the
advertisement column with her head thrust forward and the paper flattened out
upon her knee, I took a good look at the woman and endeavoured in the style of
my companion, to read the indications which might be presented by her dress or
appearance.

I did not gain much. Our visitor bore every mark of being an
average commonplace tradeswoman, obese, pompous, and slow. There was nothing
remarkable about her save her blazing red head and pubic hair and the
expression of extreme chagrin upon her features.

Shelly Homes quick eye took in my occupation and she shook
her head with a smile as she noticed my questioning glances. “Beyond the
obvious facts that she masturbates with her right hand, that she has been in
China, done a considerable amount of writing lately, bought nipple clamps last
week and indulged in anal sex yesterday evening I can deduce nothing at all.”

Miss Jane Wilson started up in her chair, with her
forefinger upon the paper but her eyes upon my companion.

“How in the name of good fortune did you know all that Miss
Homes?” she asked. “How did you know that I did manual labour? It’s true for I
began as a ship’s carpenter.”

“Your hands my dear lady. Your right hand is quite a size
larger than your left. You have wanked with it and the muscles are more
developed.

“And the writing?”

“What else can be indicated by the right cuff so very shiny
for five inches and the left one with the smooth patch near the elbow where you
rest it upon the desk?”

“Well but China?”

“The fish you have tattooed above your right wrist could
only have been done in China. I have made a small study of tattoo marks and
have even contributed to the literature of the subject. That trick of staining
the fishes' scales of a delicate pink is quite peculiar to China. When, in
addition, I see a Chinese coin hanging from your watch-chain, the matter
becomes even more simple."

“And the nipple clamps?”

“The receipt fell from your pocket when you arrived.”

“But how the deuce did you know about the anal sex?”

“Your hole is flared red as after a particularly rough
encounter and there is a remnant of dried seed on your right buttock. By the
colour and consistency I observed it was most likely produced yesterday
evening.”

Miss Jane Wilson laughed heavily. “Well I never,” said she.
“I thought at first that you had done something clever but I see that there was
nothing in it after all.”

“I begin to think Watson,” said Homes, “that I make a
mistake in explaining. Can you not find the advertisement Miss Wilson?”

“Yes, I have it now,” she answered with her thick finger
planted halfway down the column. “Here it is. This is what began it all. You
just read it for yourself miss.”

I took the paper from her and read as follows.

To the Red Headed Pube League.

On account of the bequest of the late Elizabeth Hopkins of
Lebanon Pennsylvania USA, there is now another vacancy open which entitles a
member of the League to a salary of 4 pounds a week for purely nominal
services. All red pubed women who are sound in body and mind and above the age
of eighteen are eligible. Apply in person on Monday at eleven o’clock to Doris
Ross at the offices of the League, 7 Popes Court, Fleet Street.

“What on earth does this mean?” I asked after I had twice
read over the extraordinary announcement.

Homes chuckled and began masturbating absently in her chair
as was her habit when in high spirits. “It is a little off the beaten track
isn’t it?” said she. “And now Miss Wilson, tell us all about yourself, your
household and the effect which this advertisement had upon your fortunes. You
will first make a note Doctor of the paper and the date.”

“It is the Bonking Chronicle of April 27 1890. Just two
months ago.”

“Very good. Now Miss Wilson.”

“Well it is just as I have been telling you Miss Shelly
Homes,” said Jane Wilson, mopping the wetness from Homes’ pussy. “I have a
small porn business at Coburg Square near the city, It’s not a very large
affair and of late years it has not done more than just give me a living. I
used to be able to keep two assistants but now I keep one and I would have a
job to pay him but that he is willing to come in inside me in return for half
wages so as to learn the business.”

“What is the name of this obliging youth?” asked Shelly.

“His name is Vincent Spunking and he’s not such a youth
either. It’s hard to say his age but I should not wish for a harder cock and I
know very well he could fuck twice as much pussy as I am able to give him. But
after all, if he is satisfied why should I put ideas in his head?”

“Why indeed? You seem most fortunate in having an employee
who comes inside you. It is not a common experience among employers in this
age. I don’t know that your assistant is not as remarkable as your
advertisement.”

“Oh he has his faults,” said Miss Wilson. “Never was such a
fellow for erotic photography. Snapping away at my naked body with a camera and
then diving down into the cellar like a rabbit into its hole to develop his
pictures. That is his main fault but on the whole he’s a good fucker.”

“He is still with you I presume?”

“Yes sir. He and a girl of eighteen who does a bit of simple
oral and keeps my pussy clean. That’s all I have in the house for I am a
widower and never had any family. We live very sexily the three of us and we
keep a roof over our heads and pay our debts if we do nothing more.”

“The first thing that put us out was that advertisement.
Spunking came down into the office this day eight weeks with this very paper in
his hand and he says, “I wish to the Lord Miss Wilson that I was a red pubed
woman.”

“Why that?” I asked.

“Why, here’s another vacancy on the League of Red pubed
Women. It’s worth quite a fortune to any woman who gets it and I understand
there are more vacancies than women so the trustees are at their wits end what
to do with the money. If my pubic hair would only change colour there’s a nice
little crib all ready for me to step into.”

" 'Why, what is it, then?' I asked. You see. Miss
Homes, I am a very stay-at-home woman, and as my business came to me instead of
my having to go to it, I was often weeks on end without putting my foot over
the door-mat. In that way I didn't know much of what was going on outside, and
I was always glad of a bit of news.

" 'Have you never heard of the League of the Red-pubed
Women?' he asked with his eyes open.

" 'Never.'

" 'Why, I wonder at that, for you are eligible yourself
for one of the vacancies.'

" 'And what are they worth?' I asked.

" 'Oh, merely a couple of hundred a year, but the work
is slight, and it need not interfere very much with one's other occupations.'

"Well, you can easily think that that made me prick up
my ears as he handled his prick , for the porn business has not been over-good
for some years, and an extra couple of hundred would have been very handy.

" 'Tell me all about it,' said I.

" 'Well ' said he. showing me the advertisement. 'you
can see for yourself that the League has a vacancy, and there is the address
where you should apply for particulars. As far as I can make out, the League
was founded by an American millionaire. Elizabeth Hopkins, who was very
peculiar in her ways. She was herself red-pubed, and she had a great sympathy
for all red- pubed women; so when she died it was found that she had left her
enormous fortune in the hands of trustees, with instructions to apply the interest
to the providing of easy berths to women whose pubic hair is of that colour.
From all I hear it is splendid pay and very little to do.'

" 'But,' said I, 'there would be millions of red-pubed
women who would apply.'

" 'Not so many as you might think,' he answered. 'You
see it is really confined to Londoners, and to grown women. This American had
started from London when she was young, and she wanted to do the old town a
good turn. Then, again, I have heard it is no use your applying if your pubic
hair is light red, or dark red, or anything but real bright, blazing, fiery
red. Now, if you cared to apply, Miss. Wilson, you would just walk in; but
perhaps it would hardly be worth your while to put yourself out of the way for
the sake of a few hundred pounds.'