Venus in India (27 page)

He turned his eyes to me and for a moment I wondered had he any suspicions as to the very intimate terms Fanny and I were on? Yet how could he have discovered them so suddenly? I was mistaken, however.

'Miss Selwyn,' said I, seeing Fanny ready to cry with vexation. 'Do you know I rather envy you? I hear that Rampur is a very pretty place and that the road there takes you through some very lovely scenery, though it is all plains. I only wish the colonel would take me too, as his staff officer.'

'Well, Devereaux, so I would, but for that confounded new order which requires special application to be made for permission to take a staff officer with one when on these irregular inspections. I am afraid you must wait a little longer. But I will take Fanny.'

There was living in the compound next to mine the Protestant padre of Fackabad, one Mr Corbett, a married man with a very amiable and young and not too straitlaced wife. These people were great friends of the Selwyns and Mrs Corbett, who knew I was fond of Fanny, often teased me about her. I had even 'confessed' to her that I admired Fanny so much that had there been no Mrs Devereaux, I should have been very much inclined to ask Fanny to become that lady. But long practice had made me a consummate actor and Mrs Corbett, without thinking me a saint, never suspected that the cunt she knew I must fuck (she was a woman of the world), whilst Louie's was not available, lay between Fanny's thighs of snow. No, she fancied that I relieved my necessities between some brown thighs and more than hinted that Sugdaya owned them. I rather encouraged the idea and if ever I had cause to mention Sugdaya, I spoke of her with that apparent consciousness that made Mrs Corbett more certain than ever that I did fuck Sugdaya regularly. So we were both contented.

It was with the Corbetts that Colonel Selwyn arranged to leave his children during his absence with Fanny at Rampur. Their house was large enough to accommodate them easily and no country in the world makes such temporary movements more easy to perform than India. All that was required was that a few bedsteads should be carried over and the thing was done.

The last night had to be a very short one for Fanny and me. Her father intended starting at four in the morning and Fanny had to leave me at half-past two. She was ravenous. In the few hours she still had to enjoy my prick she lost not a moment and the interludes between act and act only lasted just as long as it took the pretty hands to operate the resurrection of my prick, a thing extremely easily performed, I am glad to say. I may tell my fair readers here that as a little boy, when I first began to understand why I had a little prick and girls had little cunts, I had marvelled at the story of Hercules and wondered how taking fifty maidenheads and putting fifty virgins in the family way in one night could be considered a 'labour'. Well, I had had no practical experience then, but later I learnt from women of all classes whom I fucked, that I was more abundantly blessed than any man they had ever met in having an unconquerable prick and a pair of balls which never ran completely dry. I do not mention this to boast, but only to say how thankful I am that such has been my lot. So poor Fanny left me with her sweet cunt throbbing with pleasure and a heart grieved to think that it would be perhaps nearly a fortnight before it would throb again from being well fucked by me.

For my part I was as grieved as Fanny. I loved that girl. She was a second edition of Louie. I never could have enough of her, by day or night. I was certain that her absence would be as grievous to me as my separation from Louie was. It took me a long time to feel desire again after I had left Louie, as the readers of my first chapter will remember, and I felt very nearly the same now that Fanny was gone. There was this difference, however: when I left my Louie I had an idea it might be years before I should again know the glorious pleasure of fucking her and fucking her meant in my mind, then, fucking at all. I really and truly thought that I had done with women, i.e., all other women than my Louie. My readers may remember the soft influence of Mademoiselle de Maupin and the realisation of that beauteous power in the person of the lovely and delicious and really lascivious Lizzie Wilson. Her cunt proved its power and the far distant one, between poor Louie's thighs, no longer tyrannised over my (till then) moral prick and modest balls. Well then, I did look forward this time to some more luscious fucking, at no very remote day, for Fanny's dearest little cunt would surely again be mine within a fortnight to caress, to kiss, to fuck to my heart's content. Still it was a grievous annoyance to lose it, even for that short time.

The day passed wearily, far more so than I anticipated it would. My thoughts were all with Fanny. I knew she went away grieving and all my sympathies were with her. I went to bed early, hoping to get some sleep and so pass away as many hours in an unconscious state as possible.

I don't know how long I had been thus sleeping, when I woke, feeling my nose gently pinched, and there was Sugdaya!

The first idea that came into my mind was that Sugdaya, mindful of my little speech to her on the first night that I fucked Fanny, had taken advantage of my words literally, and that Fanny having left Fackabad, though only temporarily, she had come to be fucked herself. The dear reader will remember that I had proposed to Sugdaya to fuck her whenever Fanny went away (I meant for good) and now I imagined that Sugdaya wanted to take my words literally.

'Well, Sugdaya, what is it?'

'Sahib! Miss Fanny baba wants me to ask you to come over to her. She is in bed and wants master!'

'Good God! Has there been an accident, Sugdaya? What made the colonel come back? I hope no one is hurt! How is Miss Fanny baba?'

'There has been no accident, sahib!' said Sugdaya laughing, 'no one has been hurt. Miss Fanny baba is quite well but her cunt is hungry for this,' and she took possession of my prick. I did not repel her. I never repel a pretty woman when she takes hold of me there.

'I'll come at once, Sugdaya! But tell me, why did the colonel come back?'

'He has only come back for the night, sahib!' said Sugdaya, sitting on the edge of the bed and gently moving her hand, in the most delicious manner, up and down my prick. I lay on my back and let her. It was so pleasant and I wanted to hear particulars. 'They got as far as Dharra, that is the first stage, you know, sahib! - Ah! What a handsome grand prick you have, sahib - no wonder Miss Fanny baba loves it! And grand balls too! Some day you know, sahib, you must fuck me, you know you promised!'

'So I will, surely, Sugdaya. But take care. Don't make me spend.'

'No, sahib,' said poor Sugdaya with a sigh, 'Miss Fanny baba's cunt must make it do that! I'll play with your balls only,' and she began those caresses with the fingertips which are so exquisitely delicious.

'All right, Sugdaya. That is very nice. Now tell me, what did they do at Dharra?'

'Oh! sahib! There were no fresh horses ready. The colonel sahib wanted to go on with those which had come with him from Fackabad, but the gharry man would not. Then they found it would not be possible for them to leave Dharra that day and the colonel sahib waited and when the horses were rested came back slowly to Fackabad. He and Miss Fanny baba will try again tomorrow morning - now! Come, sahib. Poor Miss Fanny baba wants you badly.'

I jumped up, fastened my pyjamas, felt Sugdaya's nice little brown cunt and bubbies, kissed her, sham fucked her a little and saw plainly that I had only to say, 'I'll fuck you instead, Sugdaya,' and she would gladly have taken Fanny's place; but although all this sporting was dangerous, I had no idea of being unfaithful to Fanny and, with steps as noiseless and swift as possible, Sugdaya and I went hand in hand over to the colonel's bungalow.

Before Sugdaya let me in by the bathroom door she said, in a low tone, 'Don't speak to Miss Fanny baba, sahib. The colonel sahib is not sleeping well and he might hear you. For that reason, too, Miss Fanny baba has only a small light in her room. Just go in - get right into bed with her and fuck her quietly and nicely.'

This was the very first time I had ever been in the colonel's bungalow to fuck Fanny in her own bed. I had fucked her in the compound and, on one or two occasions which I have not mentioned, I had fucked her in the drawing room, taking her on my knees, but I had never fucked her in her own bed and the idea seemed delicious to me. Though no longer a virgin herself, her bed was a virgin and it seemed to me it would be like taking her maidenhead a second time. I went into her room then, palpitating with desire and with my prick as vigorous as if the long week or ten days had passed during which I had expected to be a widower.

The room was all but pitch dark. There was a light indeed but so covered that not even its miserable feeble rays could fall on the bed which I dimly saw and on which I could just discern the figure of a girl, who looked naked. I could not distinguish any features, only a general form, but Fanny's bush struck me as looking much darker in this darkness than usual. Sugdaya led me still by the hand and when at the bedside whispered in low tones: 'Don't make any noise, sahib. I will go and be at the colonel sahib's door.'

And she left me and glided out into the pitch darkness of the other room.

Delighted to be with Fanny again, so much sooner than expected, I gently got into her bed, fearing to make it creak, but it was firm - now at any rate - for it made no sound. A gentle but nervously hurried hand took possession of my prick whilst I drew honey from the warm lips and pressed the lively bubbies I found one after the other. I longed to speak, but the first attempt I made was met with a warning 'hush!' from her, whilst a gentle little pull at my burning prick told me that the darling girl wanted to draw it, in silence, to the equally burning little cunt, of which the soft lips were already moistened in anticipation of the delight it expected. Carefully, making no creak occur from the bedstead, I gently turned over on to the dear girl, whom I could feel panting with hot desire, and taking my place between her exquisite thighs I drew my quivering prick against that throbbing and excited cunt, enraptured at the idea that I was now at last fucking her in her own bed. Fanny kissed me as though in an ecstasy, my prick glided in, doffing his cap as he did so, and then - to my extreme surprise - was met with a complete denial of further ingress.

At first I imagined that Fanny was practising on me. I had taught her how to imitate a virgin bride - that by straightening her legs stiffly, raising her belly as high as possible and withdrawing her cunt from the invading prick, as well as by taking a slightly crooked position sideways, she could make it difficult for her husband, when she had one, to get into her. But on putting my hand to feel how her thighs were placed, I found her knees well bent. I could not detect any wilful upraising of the belly, nor any refusal of her darling cunt. I tried again. No go. There was a real obstruction. What could it be from? I tried again There was the same result I began to feel hot with shame and wondered could my prick possibly be failing me. Oh no! It was as stiff as when I first had Fanny. As stiff as it always had been when between the delicious thighs of a girl! I quietly and suddenly slipped off Fanny and put an enquiring finger up her cunt. I imagined that she might have manufactured a savoir sponge - for Sugdaya had not asked me to bring mine and I had forgotten to do so - and that this was causing the obstruction. Fanny let me feel her without making the least objection and I felt - a maidenhead! Oh! There was no doubt about it. In a moment the idea flashed upon me that it was not Fanny, but Mabel. I strained my eyes, but could not make out the face so close to me but yet so hidden in the darkness.

'It is not Fanny!' I said in my lowest tones. 'Is it you - Mabel?'

My question was answered by a peal of loud, merry laughter which, considering that I still believed the colonel to be in the house and just across the drawing room, astonished me for two reasons - first, it was not Fanny's laughter nor Mabel's - but Amy's - and secondly it was so noisy!

Sugdaya came running in. When she saw me with my finger in Amy's cunt, which she easily saw by the lamp she carried, and my look of astonishment and Amy writhing in uncontrollable laughter, she joined in and rolled about in excessive merriment!

'Ah! sahib! sahib! What a lucky man you are that all the Misses baba think that there is only one sahib that can fuck and that one Captain Devereaux, sahib. Well, Miss Amy baba. Did he fuck you nicely?'

'No,' cried Amy, 'he can't do it.'

'Can't do it,' cried I in anger, for I felt I had been most cruelly deceived. 'Can't do it, Miss Amy. I'll show you that I can do it and well, too.'

And so saying, I again plumped on top of her, inserted my indignant prick and, stretching Amy in such a manner that she could not possibly escape me, I forced my excited weapon as hard as I could against the rash maidenhead which had by the voice of its owner sneered at me.

'Oh-h-h! Captain Dev-er-eaux! O-h-hh! for God's Sake! Oh! You are killing me - you - are - killing me! Ah-hh-h! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! -'

It was a rough job. Amy's maidenhead was thrice as strong as Fanny's and much more unyielding than the majority of those it has been my excellent good fortune to take. And I did not feel tender-minded towards her. I am afraid I was more rough than I should have been - but oh! had she not deceived me and robbed her sister? So without mercy I went way up, until that really sweet little cunt was filled and stretched to the uttermost and my balls rattled against her bottom, just at the exact spot where the Afghan's had first had that pre-eminent happiness.

But Amy, though she said I hurt her dreadfully forcing my prick in so roughly, was by nature voluptuous like Fanny. Her, 'Ah! Now that's nice. Ah! Do that again. Oh, my! Oh, Captain Devereaux! How you tickle!' told me that and, my temper having been satisfied by my first burst of anger, I fucked her as sweetly as I could and was rewarded by her spending copiously and ravishingly, at the exact moment that I inundated her cunt with the first boiling torrent which had ever been poured by man into it.