Venus in India (23 page)

Neither Fanny nor Amy had done more than breathe during the last part of this recital and their steps had grown so short that we hardly moved over the ground. It was evident to me that what constrained them was the fact that each of them was trying to control the powerful throbbing of her little cunt by squeezing her thighs together tightly. We were near the front of the bungalow and Amy, without a word but with her hand still pressed between her thighs, suddenly darted into the house. Fanny remained with me. I took and put her hand on my burning and terribly stiff prick whilst I at the same time kissed her and caressed her delicious cunt.

'Come! Oh! come! quickly,' said she.

I felt her draw me towards the lawn on one side of the house where some thick shrubs grew. I guessed her intention. Arrived at the edge of the grove I unbuttoned my trousers and taking her hand slipped it in. Fanny eagerly seized the tremendous weapon she felt but alas my shirt was still in the way and so excited was she that all she could do was to exclaim, 'My darling My darling!' as her little hand nervously clutched and grasped my burning prick in alternate tightening and loosening of her fingers. Not expecting Amy to return since I suspected she had gone in to solace her little cunt with the help of a finger or a plantain or anything which could imitate the 'high priest' I had spoken of, I stood and enjoyed to the fullest Fanny's excitement and the pleasure her hand gave me; yet, whilst so standing, I suddenly and luckily saw Amy coming. I whispered to Fanny, 'Take care! Here is Amy!'

'Ho! ho! There you are!' she cried, 'kissing I do declare.'

'No,' said Fanny in muffled tones, 'I have sprained my ankle!'

'Yes!' said I immediately, glad and delighted to find Fanny so quick witted as to invent a reason on the spur of the moment for my not turning round. I had my prick sticking right out of my trousers, covered still by my shirt indeed (which had interfered with poor Fanny's endeavours to feel it naked in her hand), but it would have been instantly seen by Amy if Fanny had not leant against me, as it were for support, whilst I did my best to put back my most unruly and raging member.

'Yes,' I repeated, 'poor Fanny somehow turned her ankle and I am afraid it is hurting her very much, poor girl!' Then addressing Fanny I said, 'If you will let me apply my grandmother's remedy I am sure I can relieve the pain even if I cannot take it away altogether but the sooner you let me do so the more certain the result.'

Fanny gave a kind of groan as she said, 'Oh! do whatever you like and quickly for it is hurting me so!'

I knelt on one hand keeping myself close to Fanny's petticoat whilst with rapid fingers I managed to fasten a couple of the more important buttons so as to keep my beast of a prick a tight prisoner. Then taking hold of her right ankle with my left hand I pretended to press it with my other hand but the temptation to do more was too strong and Fanny felt with delight my wicked delicious hand rapidly find her well-turned and beautiful leg and press her calf most voluptuously and amorously as it got higher and higher. She bent a little more over me, resting her hands on my shoulders, and gave a little groan from time to time.

'It will be better soon I think,' said I as my hand reached her smooth, warm, polished and plump thigh. Fanny had really beautiful legs and thighs. My prick bounded and throbbed.

'Yes! I think it will!' gasped Fanny, 'if you continue as you are doing now.'

Amy stood by looking on and sympathising but quite unable to see what I was doing.

I rapidly moved my hand up that glorious virgin thigh, pressing it and feeling it delightedly as I mounted, until I arrived at the spot between the delicious columns of ivory. I turned my hand back down and gently seizing the two soft full lips of her plump little cunt I pressed them together by alternate squeezes, so as to tickle and excite the clitoris, until Fanny could hardly stand still. Then slipping my big middle finger in up to the knuckles and using my other finger as a fulcrum against her swelling and bushy motte, I imitated what my prick would have done had it had a fair chance, until, almost expiring with pleasure, Fanny deluged my exciting and lascivious hand with a perfect torrent of hot spend which ran down my wrist and arm. I caressed the sweet responsive cunt with my most voluptuous touches and then, hardly able to keep a steady face, I asked her, 'Well, how does it feel now, Fanny?'

'It is all right! Oh! thanks - that was nice! Now the pain is quite gone.'

'Did what he did really do you any good?' asked Amy wonderingly.

'Of course it did, you silly girl!' cried Fanny, 'or I shouldn't have said so!'

Well! That is wonderful!' said Amy, 'I'll tell mama!'

'Don't do anything of the sort,' exclaimed Fanny, 'you would only frighten her, I dare say. It was nothing but a sprain. Anyway I'm all right now.'

'Mama told me to tell you to come in,' said Amy.

'Oh bother!' cried Fanny, 'Amy, there's a good girl, go and ask her to let me stay on a little longer.'

Amy was not inclined to do so and much to Fanny's and my dissatisfaction we had to go in. Before we did enter the house, however, Fanny managed to throw both her arms round my neck and give me two most ardent kisses without being seen by Amy. Gods! how my balls and groin did nearly split with aching.

After I got home I had the inevitable visit from poor Lavie. What a terrible plague he was! I did my best as usual to try to reconcile him to his fate and I strongly urged him to do as much fucking as he could.

He said he had been doing this regularly and irregularly every night but could not work off his passion for Fanny and I resolved to do my best to get him removed before going to bed. I wrote to Dr Bridges and I told him that I feared that Miss Selwyn was not safe; that Lavie prowled about all night round her house and that he had a perfect lust for her which might induce him to attempt to rape her. I really believed this, for Lavie was like one mad for Fanny. He had begun a habit of muttering to himself and I had overheard a semi-threat to fuck Fanny whether she liked it or not. Calling Soubratie from his slumbers I told him to take the letter first thing in the morning to Dr Bridges - and the results will be seen in the events of that never-to-be-forgotten day, the seventeenth of March, the very next day, the day on which Fanny Selwyn attained the double dignity of seventeen years of age and womanhood, the day I at last took her most charming maidenhead, fucking her both to her and my heart's content and relieving her sweet cunt and my balls and groins of the load which had oppressed them since we had declared our mutual passion.

I knew the seventeenth was Fanny's birthday but I had no idea I should be invited to assist at keeping the feast. However, after breakfast I had two very agreeable visits. As usual I was very much undressed, having nothing on me but my short-sleeved jersey and pyjamas, for it was much too hot and there was far too blazing a sun outside for me to expect visitors. The first who came to see me was old Bridges our PMO, who seemed very anxious about Lavie. He said he had lately noticed a considerable alteration in him, a laxity in the way he carried out his duties which he could not account for until he heard of his unfortunate love affair. He now wanted to know about the subject of my last letter because it was of a very serious nature and if I did think there was any danger he would telegraph to Simla for permission to send Lavie to Benares where he understood there was room for another doctor. I easily satisfied Bridges on this head.

During our conversation I had noticed his eyes constantly directed at the still-blue-and-red-looking scars on my left arm caused by the knife of the brutal Afghan who had buggered poor Amy, and after he had finished speaking about Lavie, the good doctor went in for a complete history of the scars. I showed him the rose-looking ones on my chest and Bridges exclaimed that I ought to consider myself the chosen of Providence for I had had the most extraordinary escape he had ever heard of. Of course, I did not tell him about poor Amy's catastrophe but he had heard the rumour that she had been buggered. I lied to him. I told him the rumour was false and I was glad to be able to do so (although I had to tell a lie) because I knew that Bridges would talk and would look upon anyone who persisted in believing in the buggery as a slanderer whom he must at once put down.

Hardly had he gone and I resumed my book and cheroot than in ran Mabel in real hot haste. She sprang into my arms and gave me a number of hearty kisses and then, looking over her shoulder to be sure that no one had come yet, she pulled at the strings of my pyjamas and before I knew what she was up to had my prick in her hands as stiff as a poker. As I have said before I should never at any time object to so great a pleasure as having my prick and balls handled by a very pretty girl, whom I knew to be fuckable, but Mabel was so frightfully daring I guessed she had not come alone and asked her. To my horror she said that her mama with Fanny and Amy were on their way over and she had run ahead to peep at her pet if she could manage it before they came into the house. As she spoke I heard Mrs Selwyn's voice and the footsteps of the three coming along the veranda. Hastily pushing Mabel to one side I ran to my bathroom where I at once splashed myself with water as though I had been bathing my face and neck and then fastening my towel around my waist so that it would hang down in front and hide the evidence of my terribly excited prick, I came into the sitting room and, as if quite surprised, greeted the ladies and begged them to excuse my dishabille.

My open jersey showed the really terrible-looking scars that Mrs Selwyn and Amy had not seen since the bandages had been taken off. With little cries of horror and sympathy, which did me good to hear, all three inspected them and Mrs Selwyn laid her finger on one on my chest and asked was it still tender. I said not. There and then my darling Fanny - pretending to feel one - took as much of my left breast as she could gather in her hand and gave me a tender little squeeze as I would have done to one of her own sweet pretty bubbies had I had the chance. Amy exclaimed at the thick hair between my breasts and I made her blush by saying softly to her and Fanny: 'Ah! Amy you are as beautiful as can be!' You've Jacob's beauty in your face and Esau's where it should be! Whereas I am Esau all over!'

'For shame!' said Amy.

Fanny only smiled and reddened and I knew she longed to let me see that she, too, had Esau's beauty covering the mount above her lovely cunt.

Well, the visitors, having talked the whole story of the attack on their house at Cherat over again, now declared the object of their visit, which was to invite me to dinner that evening. They were not going to ask anyone else, but Mrs Selwyn said she had looked upon me so much at one time as quite one of the family, that she hoped I would let myself be prevailed upon to come and see them very much more frequently than I had recently done. Fanny looked at me with imploring eyes, full of passion and desire, and she looked so lovely, so delicious, so voluptuously tempting, that I could not have declined, even had my old virtuous intentions returned again. Ah! no! Those virtuous intentions had altogether died away and my prick stood upon them, stiff and erect and swollen with pride, as a perfect conqueror naturally feels when he has overcome his foe. I therefore accepted, with every manifestation of real and unmistakable pleasure and as I escorted Fanny out of the house, following her mother and sisters, I took the opportunity of letting her judge the sincerity and strength of my passion by the relative force and intense stiffness of my prick. But for the friendly towel I might have made an exhibition of myself, that is sure, and I felt thankful to Mabel after all, though at first I was vexed at the insane liberties she had taken with me under such dangerous circumstances.

Now, dearest reader, I hope you are as interested in Fanny's sweet, thrilling little cunt as I was. As interested in hearing about the fucking of it as I would be. Girls, darlings, who may read these dear but naughty pages, I hope your delectable little cunnies are moistening and tickling with sympathy, and, Oh! ye, my male readers, may those pricks, which I trust are stiffly standing, have sweet cunts in which to cool their ardour not far off!

Fanny, seventeen years old, was this day promoted to the dignity of décolletage and when she welcomed me that evening I found her as proud as a peacock, in all the glory not of extended tail but of a very lovely exposed bosom. The two darling little breasts were indeed more hidden than I could approve of, but I could see some small portion of their smooth and polished globes and my delighted eye gazed on the sweet path between them which, followed lower, would end in her exquisite little cunt. Alas! the presence of her father, mother, sisters and little brother Harry, prevented me taking my privileges as her lover and once more feeling those beautiful bubbies, but I gave my eyes such a feasting that I found it necessary to be very careful how I moved for fear of displacing my terrible prick, which had, as usual, become unmanageable. I sat next to Fanny at dinner and whenever occasion offered gently pressed her thigh, a compliment she returned as often as she could.

At length Mrs Selwyn proposed that we should all go in and play a round game of cards but, once it was set going, Fanny and I very quickly managed to lose all our cards. We then pretended to watch the game very eagerly; in reality I had one of her legs on my knee with her foot hanging between my calves, where I pressed it. I whispered to her to come out, but she seemed afraid to attract attention and did not stir. We were near the corner of the table, which was a long rectangular one.

Everybody else was deep in the game going on. I became desperate. We were losing an opportunity which might not recur that evening. I unbuttoned my trousers and getting my prick out, free from my shirt, I took Fanny's hand and put it on it. She gave a perfect jump! Her hand tightened on the subject of her delightful thoughts and wishes and her bosom rose and fell to such a degree that, together with her intense colour, made me fear she would burst! But in a moment or two she got up and said she would go out for a moment, it was so hot.