The Education of Victoria (12 page)

‘Yes. They say he wanders the mountains naked and has intercourse with the goats that he herds. He’s quite mad and probably dangerous. Heaven knows what he would do if he came across two stupid girls like you out for a Sunday stroll.’ She brought the crop down on each of our buttocks twice more, drawing yet more cries from our sore throats.

‘Now pick up your clothes and go upstairs. There is no supper for you tonight.’ We apologised for our misbehaviour, thanked Madame for our punishment and hurried out with our clothes bundled in our arms.

We went together to the room I shared with Beatrice. Bea was away from school for some reason so I knew we could be alone together. I dropped my clothes on the floor and jumped on the bed sobbing. My poor maltreated buttocks were so sore. Natalie joined me and we lay together face down.

‘Do you think Wolfgang is the Goat Man?’ she asked.

‘Of course he is; there’s not going to be two naked herdsmen wandering the hills, are there?’

‘No I suppose not. But do you think he fucks his goats?’

I remembered how Wolfgang had taken me from the rear like an animal when I had stumbled forward, how he had gripped my hips, preventing me from escaping his penetrating thrust. I could see him gripping a nanny goat in a similar manner, and I considered how surprised he had been when Natalie had ridden him.

‘I think he probably does.’

Chapter 12
Victoria’s Birthday

The evening sunlight streaming in through the open window gave our skin a golden glow as the six of us sat perched on our straight-backed chairs as we had done on many evenings throughout our year at the Venus School for Young Ladies. Each of us wore a scarlet basque and stockings signifying that we had had the experience of a penis slipping into our vaginas on at least one occasion. For I think all of us, it was in fact many bouts of intercourse and at least six different cocks. I was trying to concentrate on what Madame Thackeray was saying although in truth I was too excited to sit still as it was my birthday.

‘I know you have learnt a great deal here,’ Madame continued. ‘You have begun to learn the skills required by a wife, a hostess, a housekeeper, a woman of finance. You know and understand a little of culture and art, of couture and gastronomy, of business and politics. You have also commenced your training in the arts of pleasure. I believe you have come to understand your own bodies, the source of your desires, the means of your arousal and you have begun to discover what motivates others to seek satisfaction in relationships with other men or women. You have all developed skills, some more than others.’ Here, for some reason, Madame glanced to the end of our row. For a moment her gaze fell on me and I blushed and wondered what she could mean.

‘But do not think that your education is complete. Very soon you will be returning to your homes for the summer vacation. It is wise to practise the techniques you have learned but do not for one moment consider that you have acquired all the wisdom necessary to understand the nature of love. You are but a part of the way on your journey. In September you will return to continue your studies and I can promise you that Madame Hulot and I will work you hard to complete your education.’

The events of the past nine months flashed through my mind. I recalled the effort and embarrassment in our initial fumblings but principally I remembered the pleasure I had discovered in using my body and the skills I had learned to bring satisfaction to myself and my partners. I also revelled in the glow of friendship that my seventeenth birthday had highlighted. My close friend Natalie had made me laugh early this morning when she gave me her present, a handkerchief embroidered with scenes from the Kama Sutra. Later Beatrice had presented me with a very strange object: a soft rubber cup with a metal spring in its rim. She called it a Mensinga diaphragm which meant absolutely nothing at all to me. She said it was a device to prevent the risk of pregnancy during intercourse. Of course she had to show me how to use it. While I lay on the bed, she knelt between my legs and parted my labia. Then she squeezed the rim of the cup and inserted it into my quim. She pushed it up inside me and released it. I could barely feel it but she said it would sit over the opening into my womb and prevent the seed from entering. Naturally, Bea didn’t finish there. Having removed her fingers from my hole she lowered her head and began kissing and licking my crack. Accustomed as she was with my likes and dislikes she soon had me writhing and begging her to stop, no, to continue. She gripped my buttocks in her hands and held on, her tongue lapping at my juices and teasing my clitoris. My orgasm went on and on until I sank back breathless and Bea released me.

‘There,’ she said, ‘that was another part of your birthday present.’

I awoke from my reverie to find Madame still talking and once again looking straight at me.

‘But, of course, this evening is a special occasion as it is Victoria’s birthday.’ The other girls clapped politely. ‘Stand up, Victoria, and come here.’

I did as I was told and took the few steps necessary to stand alongside Madame with my back to the fur-covered divan. I faced my five fellows who were tittering in anticipation, of what I had no idea.

‘Now, Victoria,’ Madame continued, ‘as we have few evenings left, we have a treat for you and the rest of the girls.’ She clapped her hands sharply, just once, and immediately the door opened. The six young men entered, led by Eric. Each was barefooted and barelegged but wore a black silk gown which reached to mid-thigh. They formed up into a line facing me and Madame but at right angles to the line of chairs occupied by my classmates. Madame clapped her hands again and, as one, the six men removed the gowns to reveal their naked bodies, each of which shone with a bronze light in the evening sunshine. All six cocks rose to attention like the instruments of a row of trumpeters preparing to blow a fanfare.

Eric, fair and tall, stood proudly to attention with his marvellously proportioned cock. Next to him was Hermann, dark, not as tall but more thickset, with a penis of matching girth. Then there was Johann, with his straw-coloured hair and his massive circumcised purple knob. Alongside stood Mario, the dark Latin lover of the group with his strangely curved tool bending upwards like the prow of a ship. The penultimate was Wilhelm, the oldest by a few years but who nevertheless displayed magnificent musculature beneath thick dark hair and an eager manhood. Last was Albert, the smallest and youngest who yet had the largest, thickest, most intimidating penis of the lot.

There was no sound. Every one of us held our breath and awaited some signal for whatever was to begin. I was stupefied. Yes, of course I had seen each one of those fine tools before. Every last one had entered me on numerous occasions. I had seen two or even three of the boys in action at once as we practised some technique or other. But never had all six paraded their masculinity in such a fashion before us.

‘Commence,’ Madame commanded and stepped aside. The six men moved towards me. I felt a sudden fear. What was expected of me? What was going to happen? I stood still waiting for some signal.

Eric stood in front of me, while the others formed a circle around me.

‘Happy birthday, Victoria,’ he said in his strong German accent. Then he leant forward, took my face in his hands and kissed me on the lips. His tongue pushed between them and I opened my mouth to accept him. At the same I felt fingers working to undo the lace ties of my basque, pulling on the ribbon of my knickers and unfastening my silk stockings from the suspenders. While Eric continued to explore the interior of my mouth and I rubbed my tongue against his, the few clothes I was wearing were removed. In moments I was naked.

Eric released my mouth, his tongue flicking my lips as he parted. Firm hands grasped my thighs and my shoulders. An arm or two encircled my waist. I was lifted up and carried a step to the divan where they laid me gently on my back. My legs were parted and my hands held. For a moment I felt vulnerable, and then the sensations started. Gentle hands caressed my thighs from knee to crotch. Fingers played my arms as if finding notes on a flute. More fingers smoothed my brow. Still more hands palpitated my abdomen, circled my breasts and at last reached my nipples, which were already as hard as acorns. My mind was overwhelmed with the sense of touch. Every square inch of my skin seemed to be in contact with the sixty fingers and thumbs that were presumably active. Eventually a hand found my sex and for a moment the burst of electricity drove away all other sensations as the fingertips parted my lips and found my little knob. Then all the nerve endings fired in unison and my brain seemed to explode.

One by one the hands were replaced by mouths. A tongue, it may have been Eric’s again, slipped inside my gaping, panting mouth. Moist, warm lips and tongues sucked on my fingers then ran up my arms to find my nipples. Others sucked my toes, and another quested deep within my channel. I had been immobile, frozen by the variety of feelings, but now I waved my hands in an almost random fashion. The fingers of my left and right hand simultaneously found two dangling sacs each containing two hard but mobile nuts. I held them while their owners continued to suck on my breasts. The sacs were connected to two hard shafts. I gripped them, squeezing almost involuntarily as the tongue and mouth drew hard on my clitoris. I was vaguely aware of sounds – clapping, laughter, raised voices urging the men on.

The tongue retreated from my mouth and I was conscious of its owner shifting his position to squat over me. His cock touched my lips and I opened my mouth to accept him greedily. The head slipped inside and I sucked on the swollen knob. The other tongues moved away too and my feet were lifted, parted and held against the crotches. I felt pubic hair under my toes and my heels pressed against their erections forced from their horizontal positions.

With my vision obscured by the root of the shaft that was thrust in my mouth, the swinging balls and the lean buttocks either side of the puckered arsehole, I could not see which man kneeling between my legs was in possession of the ramrod that then thrust into my cunt. My legs stiffened but were held firmly in their embrace. My grip on the two cocks tightened and I clamped my lips around the shaft that was pushing towards the back of my throat. The long, thick penis penetrated me as far as it could. I could almost feel it bashing at the rubber diaphragm that protected my womb.

Then all the men began to move in rhythm as if taking part in some strange dance. The two that had penetrated my mouth and sex moved their members in and out, the two in my hands strained to push and pull and the two that held my feet pressed them against their crushed balls. The reciprocating movement was hypnotic and I almost swooned before reaching a shuddering climax and was filled from two ends with gobbets of semen.

While still gulping down the creamy fluid and before I was aware of what had happened the penises withdrew from my mouth and sex, my feet were released and the cocks slipped out of my hands. I was turned on to my stomach and lifted to my knees. Then hands gripped the side of my head and pulled me down onto another erect manhood. Without thinking I opened my mouth to accept it. My lips slid down the shaft and the knob rubbed against the back of my throat. Once upon a time I may have gagged but I was proud of my skill to ignore the feeling and take the cock as deep as its owner wished.

My buttocks were parted and I felt a fresh, hard cock rub against the crack between them before finding and entering my fanny. It was thrust in to the hilt. It felt as if the two cocks would meet somewhere in my abdomen. I loved it. I slid up and down the two shafts as if they were connected and formed a single thick rod on which I was skewered. My movement drew a response. The two men groaned and moaned as they made their thrusts until almost simultaneously they spewed their loads of sperm into my two orifices.

Once again there was no pause as the two withdrew. I sucked the last drop of semen as the penis reversed out of my gullet. Hands grasped my armpits and hoisted me up. A man slid between my legs. I glanced down to see Hermann lying on his back, his cock towering up towards me. I was lowered gently and guided on to his organ as if impaled on a spike. With my crack and thighs slick with fluid he slid in with no resistance whatsoever despite his girth. The arms released me and I squatted with my buttocks pressing on his testicles. I straightened my back. For the first time I looked around and took in what was happening. My four spent lovers were reclining on the floor being ministered to by my classmates. They too were now naked and were licking the juices from the cocks and balls of the young men. I looked down at Hermann lying beneath me, his penis throbbing deep in my channel and his arms reaching up to grasp my pendulous breasts.

Little Albert climbed onto the divan and stood over Hermann. His immensely long cock waved in front of my face. Once again I opened my mouth, this time as wide as possible in order to accommodate Albert’s girth. I raised my bottom and Hermann began to thrust his hips upwards. Despite having had four men already I was now unstoppable. I was desperate to bring these two proud tools to a spurting climax.

When I first met Albert he would come in seconds but now he was as experienced as I and we worked together for minutes on end while Hermann utilised his own youthful muscles. Eventually, with both men grunting like pigs, they both filled me and I too shuddered to an orgasm.

Now fatigue hit me and I sank onto the bed, rolling off Hermann to lie on my back. I thought that would be it. I had satisfied the six boys. Each had shot their loads inside me. With them finished I would slide into a well-deserved and satisfied sleep. But this was not what they had planned for me. As my eyes closed and my breathing stilled, I was aware of a softer, smoother face between my thighs and a hot tongue lapping at my sopping cunt. I raised my head just sufficiently to see that it was my friend Natalie who was cleaning the love juices from my fanny. She worked eagerly, removing the slick fluids and soothing my swollen parts. I watched as Eric moved behind her, knelt and presented his rejuvenated cock to her raised behind. His entry took Natalie by surprise. She paused in her sucking, looked up and caught my eye. A huge smile spread across her face as Eric’s cock slid into her; then she resumed her ministrations. Eric began to rock back and forth and the vibrations passed through Natalie to me. Each thrust of his penis pushed Natalie’s face deeper into my sex. The pace quickened and Natalie licked and sucked feverishly with each oscillation. I could feel her starting to quiver as her climax approached and I felt a similar sensation in my abdomen. Eric was crying out on each drive forwards and now as my own orgasm took over I clamped my thighs around Natalie’s head. I think the three of us came together. I can only guess at the moment that Eric’s cock propelled its cargo into Natalie’s vagina but she ceased to chew on my knob at the moment that I succumbed.

I thought that now I would be allowed to relax but as Natalie sank back onto the floor, another girl, Freya, I think, from the colour of her pubic hair, clambered over me to take her turn lapping at my mount. Her knees were planted on either side of my head and I looked up her thighs into her gaping hole. It occurred to me then, in that moment of tranquillity, that we are all different. The sparse, fair curls of hair and the pink engorged folds of skin that guarded the entry to her canal varied in colour and shape to mine or indeed any other woman’s that I had examined. They were as different as the features on a face. I wondered if it would be possible to recognise a person from the convolutions of her vulva or the form of his penis. Freya was licking at me enthusiastically and her excitement showed in the moisture glistening in her quim. A tiny drip rolled out of the crack, hung on a wisp of hair then fell onto my lower lip. I licked it and my mouth filled with the flavour of girl and sex. I was about to reach up and pull her down to my mouth to suck more of her honey but before I could do so a long, erect cock appeared and speared her hole. The owner of this magnificent organ knelt just behind my head and while his sac swung from side to side above my forehead I had the closest view possible of a penis fucking a cunt. I could see every swollen vein, every crease in the skin, and with each retreat the purple head appeared only to disappear again straight after.