The Education of Victoria (13 page)

Despite the distraction of the shaft sliding in and out of her crack, Freya devoted herself to keeping me on the crest of a continuous orgasm. My nether region felt as if every nerve fibre was burning with excess electricity, an electric light with too high a voltage about to burn out and explode in a brilliant, if short-lived, flash. I watched the pistoning penis appear and disappear inside Freya’s hole faster and faster until … he withdrew. The glistening, dripping rod dipped and pulsed and a flood of white salty fluid sprayed over my face. I licked my lips, catching the drops of fluid as if they were the nectar of the gods.

Then Freya crawled away and my memory becomes clouded because it seems that I just lay on the bed as penis after penis filled my channel one after another, each taking its turn, each thrusting, banging into me, minute after minute, hour after hour, until each, exhausted and relieved of its cream, shrivelled and withdrew.

At some point I fell into a stupor. When I regained consciousness it was to find someone wiping my face with a cool, damp cloth. I opened my eyes to see Madame Thackeray sitting by my side wielding the flannel.

‘Magnificent, my dear,’ she said softly, ‘you have drained them all.’ I attempted to sit up but found that every part of my body was as heavy as lead. I succeeded in raising my head and saw that scattered around the divan were naked bodies, male and female, prostrate, dissolute and fast asleep. I realised that it was now dark and two or three oil lamps provided the light for me to survey the scene.

‘Rest, Victoria. Recover your strength. It may be a while before you feel like having a man, or a woman, between your legs again.’ She covered me with a cotton sheet, kissed me on the cheek and left me. After a few moments I drifted into a deep and refreshing sleep.

I awoke to find the morning sun lighting the sky and filling the room. For a moment I was unsure where I was and then I realised I was still on the divan in the drawing room and the memory of the previous evening’s activities returned. I confess to feeling proud of myself. I had taken on six lusty lads and drained the spunk from them. The memories were making me smile with satisfaction when the door opened and Natalie entered.

‘Ah, Victoria, you are awake,’ she whispered. She was dressed in a simple slip which barely covered her bottom. She came to me and sat on the side of the couch. ‘How do you feel after your adventure? You were incredible.’ I confessed to being a little stiff and sore in my nether regions and that my memory of the proceedings was a little confused, particularly after the first round of intercourse with the boys.

‘But, Victoria, you were insatiable. You lay back with your knees up and your thighs wide apart and goaded them into filling you up one after the other. You bounced and thrust on the couch until each spilled his load and then you urged the next to take his place.’ I expressed some surprise since my part in this activity was like something in a dream. ‘Each of the men came at least four times during the evening and you had most of them. We just helped them to recover between bouts.’ She giggled, lifted the sheet that covered me and placed a hand on my poor overused fanny. ‘I can still feel the heat,’ she said.

‘It is indeed burning,’ I admitted.

‘Then come with me. We have a bath prepared and soothing lotions to hasten your recovery.’ She pulled the sheet from me, took my arm and gently helped me to my feet. My legs felt as wobbly as if I had undergone a strenuous activity, which I suppose I had. I climbed the stairs like an old lady, one step at a time in the arms of my dear friend.

The bath was indeed a pleasure and the administration of the cooling creams by Natalie’s gentle fingers brought considerable ease to my discomfort. Later I lay in my bed and entertained guests. Madame Thackeray called to congratulate me on my display of uninhibited sexual pleasure. The other girls came to giggle and gossip about what they had seen and done and one by one the boys visited, bowed, kissed my hand and thanked me for giving them such satisfaction. I asked coyly about the state of their members after such activity and they confessed to being a little sore themselves. After the last one left I rested my head on my pillow and reflected on the most enjoyable and memorable birthday I had had so far in my short life.

Chapter 13
Victoria’s Vacation Occupation

I was bored. Just a week spent in my father’s town house had left me frustrated and wishing that I was back at the Venus School for Young Ladies. My father left home early in the morning and did not return until late evening so we had little time to talk or entertain guests. He had also dismissed most of the servants for some reason, just leaving me with a single maid and the cook-cum-housekeeper. With no governess I had no chaperone to accompany me to the shops or the parks, although in the hot summer weather that we were having, the odour of the city made a walk outside somewhat unpleasant. When I did see my father I pleaded to be allowed to go to our Berkshire home but he said he didn’t want me dilly-dallying with the country folk. I think he was referring to Bill, the stable-lad I once fancied. So I remained shut inside the stuffy house with no one to converse with or to entertain me.

In the mornings, before I had my maid fit me into my corset, I lay in my bed fingering my nipples and rubbing a hand against my clitoris. Just thinking of Eric’s or Albert’s thick cock was enough to give me a brief orgasm but it was nothing to the sensations they and the other boys had engendered. I missed their company as much as their attributes and I also missed the chatter and the touch of my friend Natalie. During the day, dressed in my petticoats and high-necked dresses I could do little other than sit in the library and read improving literature. I was bored.

Thus it was that I received a letter from Beatrice with great excitement. Though I had shared a room with Bea at school, I had not seen much of her in the last months of the term. She was mysteriously absent; marrying a gentleman was, I thought, the most likely explanation. Her letter reported that she was now established in a south coast resort and invited me to join her for a few weeks over the summer. I was so excited, I could not even wait for my father to return to ask his permission so I started packing straight away, and I think my maid was surprised by my efforts. When Father returned late that evening I was waiting with my request. In fact I think he was pleased to pass me into someone else’s charge even though Bea was only a year or so older than me. He approved my vacation as long as suitable travelling arrangements could be made. Hence a couple of days later I was put on the train to Brighton.

The cab delivered me in late afternoon to an elegant Regency town house. A smartly dressed maid opened the door and guided me to the drawing room. Bea rose from her chair as I entered and I marvelled at the colours in her silk tea dress.

‘Oh, Victoria, it is so wonderful to see you. I am so pleased that you could come to stay.’ She kissed me on the cheek and gestured for me to sit beside her on a settee. I looked around at the newly decorated room filled with rich furnishings and exquisite ornaments.

‘Is this your husband’s?’ I enquired, worried that I may be a little presumptuous.

Bea giggled, ‘I am not yet married, Victoria, and have no intention of being.’

‘But this wonderful house. Is it yours?’ I knew of no single woman, certainly of Beatrice’s age, who owned such property.

She laughed, ‘Well, yes and no. It belongs to a trust of which I am the sole beneficiary. I have patrons who have contributed to it and continue to support me.’

‘Patrons?’ I asked innocently.

‘Gentlemen. Come, let me show you around. I’m afraid the decoration work has not yet been finished but your room is ready.’

Bea led me from the drawing room and back into the wide hallway. She showed me the dining room set for dinner in the evening and then guided me up to the first floor to her bedroom and then to mine. Both rooms had a wonderful view over the promenade and the sea and both had the unheard-of luxury of their own bathrooms. I also noticed that both rooms were thickly carpeted and equipped with large comfortable beds, ample wardrobes and chests of drawers, more than adequate gas lighting and plenty of mirrors. Back on the landing Bea pointed to the stairs leading to the second floor.

‘There will be two more bedrooms on the next floor and the maids’ quarters are in the attic.’

‘Do you intend to take guests?’ I asked. Bea looked at me as if I had missed something.

‘I will be employing a couple of suitably qualified young ladies to occupy the rooms.’

I realised at last the venture that Bea had undertaken.

‘Oh, I see. And these ladies will entertain your patrons.’

‘No, that will be my pleasure, but there will be friends and acquaintances that will require, ah, entertainment. For example, this evening we will be welcoming one of my patrons, Sir Stephen, who will be bringing a guest. I do hope that you will be able to satisfy the guest while I attend to Sir Stephen’s desires.’

I grasped what Bea was intending and nodded my agreement. Bea took my arm and escorted me back downstairs.

‘Now tell me about the end of the term at the Venus School. I hear that you had an exciting party.’ We giggled together as I described what had happened on my seventeenth birthday.

Dinner was a pleasant affair. Sir Stephen was a healthy forty-year-old banker who was evidently much enamoured with Bea. They gossiped and giggled throughout the meal and Sir Stephen’s hand spent a lot of time resting on Bea’s thigh. The other guest was a business colleague of Sir Stephen who told me in a soft voice that his name was Theophilus. Older than Sir Stephen, rather more portly and a little shy, he was nevertheless pleasant company. He chatted to me about the banking profession while Bea and Sir Stephen laughed at each other’s jokes. When the fine meal was over, Bea and Sir Stephen stood.

‘We’ll, hmm, retire now,’ Sir Stephen said.

‘Look after Theophilus, Victoria,’ Bea instructed.

‘I will,’ I replied and looked at the banker who had turned a shade of pink. I held out a hand to him. ‘Shall we withdraw, too?’ I asked. He swallowed and nodded.

I led him up the stairs. There were already muffled shrieks and laughter coming from Bea’s room. I opened the door to my bedroom and stood aside to let Theophilus enter. He looked at the bed rather uncertainly and turned to look at me. I realised that if anything was to come of this union then I would have to take the lead. I closed the door behind me and stepped onto the carpet.

‘Can you help me unbutton this dress, please, Theophilus, it is so tight and I would like to get out of it.’ His fingers, used to counting out sovereigns and guineas no doubt, also proved adept at unfastening the tiny buttons. Soon I was able to step out of the full dress and then push down one, two, three, four petticoats. That left me standing before him in my tightly laced corset that squeezed my waist and stretched from my bosom to my thighs.

‘Please, Theophilus, can you release me from this constraint?’ This time his hands shook as he took hold of the cords and undid the garment.

When the corset fell to the floor, Theophilus let out a small gasp. I allowed him to gaze at my body; after all, I was proud of my figure. I watched his eyes taking in my bosom, my flat stomach, the V of hair at my crotch.

‘You are most attractive, Victoria,’ he whispered.

‘Come, let us see your attractions,’ I said in an attempt to lighten the atmosphere and move the proceedings along. Theophilus stood still, not knowing what to do next. I knelt at his feet and began to unbutton his trousers. He took the hint and took off his jacket, undid his bow tie and began to undo his shirt. Soon he was standing before me in his combinations. I confess I tittered a little behind my hand as he did look a little like a penguin standing there in the evening light.

I eventually got him out of his undergarment and looked at his rather unprepossessing body with a little disappointment. A small, sad penis and crumpled sac dangled between his two scrawny thighs. I was not sure that I relished engaging in the arts of love with this middle-aged, somewhat overweight gentleman however pleasant he was as a dinner companion. Nevertheless I had promised Bea that I would look after him so I would do so. I was still considering how to start when Theophilus signalled to me to lie on the bed. I did as I was told, wondering what he intended.

He began with my toes. He caressed each between his soft fingers then sucked on each in turn. Then he kissed my feet, one after the other, and on to my ankles. His moist, warm tongue touched my calves and my knees and then stopped. He moved to my side and repeated his actions on the fingers of my left hand, caressing my hand and arm right up to my armpit. Then he did the same to my right arm. He rolled me over on my stomach and returned to my legs, licking the back of my thighs right up to my buttocks, then starting at my neck and shoulders working down my back making sure that every square inch of skin received attention from his lips and tongue.

By this time I was in delight. Every touch was an electric shock and a telegraph signal that my fanny responded to with an itch that became a fire of longing. I wanted something to enter me, to fill me up, to rub my knob and make me come. But he wouldn’t. He went on with his patient licking. He circled my buttocks then ran his tongue up the crack pausing to repeatedly orbit my arsehole.

Then he turned me over and began again at my neck and worked down to my bosom. He spent a lot of time on my breasts and nipples and every minute that passed made me more desperate for a climax. Finally he moved down to my stomach, lingered around my navel and then buried his face in my curls. At his urging I opened my thighs and at last I felt his lips on mine and his tongue delving deep into my crack. I know that my juices were flowing and he drank deeply, slurping up the liquid. He found my knob and began sucking. Now at last I found release. I bucked as my orgasm ripped through me but he held on, clasping my hips in his hands and keeping his mouth locked to my quim.

As my climax passed I peered down to look at him kneeling between my legs. His little penis had grown a little but even erect was still no bigger than a chipolata. He raised his head and came forward to plant a kiss on my lips. I tasted my sex on him. I was barely aware of him entering me and a few moments and grunts later he came and subsided by my side. I marvelled at how one so considerate with his foreplay, who had brought me to a peak of excitement with his lips, could be so ineffective at intercourse.

Theophilus was asleep and snoring softly. I pulled the sheets over us and I too fell into a slumber.

I awoke with the morning sunshine streaming into the room. I was alone and there was no sign of Theophilus or that he had spent the night with me except that when I looked at the table alongside the bed I noticed a gold coin. I picked it up and looked at it. It was a whole sovereign. I had never held so much money in my own hands although I knew that my father dealt with hundreds every day. I pulled on a gown and went downstairs. Bea was in the dining room eating breakfast, alone.

‘Good morning, Victoria. How are you?’

‘Very well, Bea. Where are Sir Stephen and Theophilus?’

‘Oh, they left this hour since. Business. Theophilus asked me to thank you for a most enjoyable night.’

‘That was very kind. I think he left this behind.’ I held up the coin.

‘That is for you, Victoria. It is the sum agreed for your service and expertise.’

‘You mean that Theophilus has paid one pound to spend a night in my bed?’ I knew that many families lived for a week on just one pound.

‘That’s right. Do you think it is enough? Should I charge more?’

‘Good heavens, I don’t know, Bea, it is a lot of money. It is just that I haven’t been given money before, for any reason.’

‘Well, you wouldn’t service someone like Theophilus for nothing, would you? I haven’t seen him without his clothes but I can’t imagine he was a pretty picture.’

‘Well, no, but he did do lovely things to me.’ I described Theophilus’ lovemaking.

Beatrice looked surprised, ‘He did that? There’s a surprise. Well, that was a bonus for you. He was very happy to pay.’

‘So the money is mine.’

‘That’s right.’

‘Don’t you want a share to pay for your expenses?’

‘Not from you, Victoria. You are my friend. But when the girls occupy the other bedrooms I will be taking a percentage.’

‘Ah, now I see, Bea. This is a commercial venture is it not? A house of delights.’

‘Yes, Victoria. My patrons have put up the capital and of course get preferential treatment but we will be welcoming paying customers. This way I get as much pleasure as I want and control my own affairs. And you are welcome to join me until it is time for you to return to your home or school.’

I considered what Bea was offering. It promised to be a lot more fun than staying shut up in my father’s stuffy house, and lucrative too. I resolved to remain and join in with Bea’s endeavour.

In reality my stay was very relaxed. We spent the days reading in the drawing room or taking a stroll along the seafront. Most evenings we entertained one or other of Bea’s patrons and their friends or guests. Although none of the men was as virile as the boys at the school, I nevertheless found the exercise quite satisfying and I was content to stuff the growing number of gold coins into my luggage.

One morning at breakfast Bea looked up from buttering her crumpet.

‘Today we are having a different sort of guest, Victoria.’

‘Oh,’ I replied.

‘His name is Neville and he will be arriving shortly to spend the day with us.’

I grinned, ‘All day. He must have some stamina.’

Bea shook her head. ‘No, it won’t be like that. He wants our company and our assistance. Come with me.’ She took my hand and led me up to her bedroom. There was a large trunk in the centre of the room. It was open and I could see that it was filled with petticoats, corsets, dresses and other items of ladies’ attire.

‘Neville had this delivered early this morning.’ I was nonplussed but before I could question Bea further the front door bell rang.

‘That will be him now. Come, let’s greet him.’ I followed Bea back down to the hallway where the maid was showing a man through the door. He removed his hat and looked up at us as we approached. He was in his twenties with a smooth white face and short light brown hair, slightly built and no more than a couple of inches taller than me.