Venus in India (26 page)

And so the night wore away. We laid no plans for the future. Here in the happiness of one another we never thought how we were going to manage to meet and fuck without fear of detection. We were just like a bride and bridegroom and this, the first night of our marriage.

Towards four o'clock Fanny, thoroughly exhausted from the strain on her nerves and senses, sank off to sleep in my arms after the last ablution and I must have fallen asleep too. Suddenly I felt a hand on my nose, gently pressing my nostrils, and opening my eyes I saw Sugdaya!

'Hush, sahib!' she said, 'Miss Fanny baba must come home now, before the day breaks!'

'How did you know she was here, Sugdaya?'

'Oh!' she said, laughing softly, 'I have known a long time that Miss Fanny baba meant to be fucked by master. I kept my eyes open and I saw you in the shrubs last evening. I saw you go twice and I saw everything! Miss Fanny baba did not tell me, but I said to myself, when the honey does not come to the bear, the bear goes to the honey. I went to see if Miss Fanny baba was in her bed at midnight and I found it empty. I came over here and have been watching your pretty pranks through that door and now you must wake her up, sahib, and let her go with me!'

'Wait a moment Sugdaya,' said I, gently withdrawing my arm from under Fanny's neck and getting out of bed. 'Come into the next room.'

Sugdaya followed me. I unlocked my dispatch-box and took a roll of twenty-five rupees out and laid them on the table. Then taking Sugdaya's right hand I put it on my balls. She smiled and gently grasped them, with a voluptuous folding of her hand and fingers which made me know that she was not at all unwilling to feel them on her own account and knew why I had put them into her hand. Then slipping my right hand under and between the folds of her robe, I found her cunt and covering it with my palm, I dictated to her and she repeated: 'May my cunt wither and burn and shrivel if I betray the girl against whose bottom these balls have pressed. May Vishnu, Ram, Sita and Lakshmi curse me if I break my oath.'

Sugdaya laughed on the completion of this very necessary ceremony and said, 'Oh! sahib! no oath was required to bind me not to betray Missy baba or you! I am more than glad Miss Fanny baba has had the pleasure of being fucked. No girl needed it more. She will eat and drink and sleep all the better for it and I know that the sahib will not proclaim his conquest in the byways but hold his tongue!'

'You may be sure of that, Sugdaya!' said I, kissing her, 'and when Miss Fanny baba goes away from Fackabad, will you let me fuck this nice cunt of yours?'

'Before then if the sahib wishes!' laughed Sugdaya.

I had been caressing her well-formed, elastic, prominent and perfectly smooth motte, for Sugdaya like all Indian women either plucked out or shaved off every vestige of hair from that region. She had, in her turn, been caressing and feeling, with hands evidently not strange to the act, my prick, which was in that vigorous condition women love to find.

'Now, sahib!' said Sugdaya, pressing her swelling breasts against my chest, 'there is time for one more. Come! wake Miss Fanny baba as a lover should rouse his beloved!'

Nothing loth, I accompanied her to my bedroom, quite ready to do as Sugdaya had suggested, but Fanny, tired out with the long and exciting night's arduous and always ardent combats, was lying on her side, fast asleep, with one hand between her knees. She looked so lovely as she lay slightly curled up and her dear little face looked the picture of sweet innocence.

Sugdaya read my thoughts, for she said, 'Her cunt is asleep, sahib, but when I waken it up you will see another expression on her face!'

Looking round for something she evidently wanted, Sugdaya saw some peacock feathers, and selecting one which suited she approached Fanny and deftly commenced drawing the soft feather along the line of her cunt, which, gathered up as she was, I could hardly see anything at all of. At first there seemed to be no effect, but Sugdaya, with the utmost patience, continued those soft caressings with the feather and Fanny presently murmured something in her sleep and turned a little more over forwards as though she felt too tired for any more fucking and deprecated the invitation. I glanced at Sugdaya who smiled and seemed in no way discouraged. She withdrew the feather and passed it several tunes over my prick, up and down, before she recommenced operating on Fanny. Whether the feather conveyed any subtle influence with it from my prick or whether, what seemed more likely, the continued soft rubbings of the down along her soft cunt lips caused a sweet excitement within, Fanny murmured again and, slowly turning on her back, opened her lovely thighs a little, so that the rays of the lamp distinctly lit up the whole of those domains of which, in the name of love and Venus, I had taken possession. Sugdaya reversed the feather and with the quill stroked Fanny's bush, occasionally touching the tip of her lovely cunt also. Presently out peeped the little ruby point, glittering with generous moisture, and the slight tremor of her motte, with the almost imperceptible, but still marked, parting of the rounded lips of her cunt, told us that desire had laid his wanton hand on the charm which we wished to arouse from its state of torpor. Still Fanny remained fast asleep. Her bosom rose and fell more rapidly. Her lips moved and her eyelids quivered. A smile wreathed her lovely mouth and she parted her lips as though to speak, but, except for those of her delicious little cunt, all her senses were still locked in the embrace of sleep. The sweet girl's thighs opened wider and wider and her feet separated. She drew up her knees. It was evident, from her quick breathing and the rapid quiverings of her motte, that voluptuousness had fastened itself on her. Sugdaya gave me a nod and I, very gently and with as much quiet as possible, got between my darling's knees. Bending forward I rested on both knees, as I had done with Lizzie Wilson, and Sugdaya, seizing my prick, directed it so as to strike the doors of the temple at that very spot where they opened with the least pressure. I glided in, still keeping my belly from touching that of Fanny, and it was not till my balls touched her that she awoke.

'It is true, then! Not a dream!' she exclaimed. 'Oh, my Charlie! I forgot for a moment that you were my real lover and I thought that I was only dreaming my Nowshera dream again! I was afraid to open my eyes till I felt your dear balls against me!'

I stopped her further speech with my ardent kisses and Sugdaya, who had discreetly moved a little to one side, out of reach of Fanny's eyes, witnessed the voluptuous combat, which judging by the vigorous way she crossed her thighs and the occasional passing of her hand between them must have moved her very much. What a grand, grand poke that was! I enjoyed it more than any I had hitherto had and when I withdrew my proud and delighted prick from the overflowing cunt of my darling, she exclaimed, 'That is the best one we have had yet, Charlie!'

Sugdaya came forward. Fanny seemed no way put out by her presence and I afterwards found out that for months Sugdaya had been inculcating the joys of love in all three girls and that she had urged Fanny in particular to do all she could to seduce me. It accounted for the extraordinarily bold conduct of Mabel who, before Sugdaya entered the Selwyn house, had, like her sisters, been very modest and reserved. It accounted too, to a great degree, for the free conduct, if I may so call it, of Fanny in telling me of her dream when at Nowshera, for when I first knew the Selwyns there were not three purer-minded girls in all India than these three young maidens and I certainly did no more than foster the plant of desire when I saw it was growing.

It was still dark when the two girls left my bungalow; having seen them depart in safety, I returned to my room, put out my lamp and lay down, certain of a grand sleep, for there would be no parade that morning and I need not get up early. I remembered that in our last fuck I had not used the all-important sponge, but it gave me no cause for alarm, it being a well-attested fact that the last few spends of a man who has fucked all night are not at all prolific.

CHAPTER FIVE

Sibling Rivalry

The colonel continued fucking Mrs Soubratie very comfortably in my house, where, in the spare room next to my bedroom, I had a special bedstead for him and his dusky concubine. So papa and daughter got their greens regularly and all went on as tranquilly and as happily as could be. But alas! a terrible crisis overhung this happy family.

I have spoken of Mrs Selwyn's delicate health. About July she began to fade rapidly. The close, hot atmosphere of the rains, with its accompanying relaxing effect, pulled her down, hand over hand. To the terrible grief of her husband and children she breathed her last. That night, by the most extraordinary good fortune, Fanny was not with me. The only night that she had not come over for weeks. Thus did Venus watch over the safety of her tender adorers.

I will pass over that sad time, during which I was for a period deprived of my Fanny's company, but it did not last long and once more we were united.

But the poor colonel, I grieve to say, took to driving away his cares, as so many do, by the aid of the bottle. For some weeks he did not even come over to fuck Mrs Soubratie. The loss of his wife brought to his memory those many years of sweetest happiness he had had with her and he used to speak to me of the grief it gave him to think that he should have committed adultery, and with a native woman too, during Mrs Selwyn's last year of life. This stung his conscience. But I knew that a man with such balls as he had could not long remain a monk and little by little I cheered him up until desire returned and he once more made Mrs Soubratie happy and drew upon that storehouse of happiness between her luscious thighs.

Of Mabel's pranks I have hardly time to speak. She used to implore me to fuck her. She would use every possible inducement, but I was too fond of Fanny to wish to give her a rival, especially as her affectionate passion for me seemed to increase with our intercourse. I had what I loved, a charming girl, all mine, to be my companion by day and by night. Mabel could make my prick stand indeed and I would willingly, gladly, have fucked her but for Fanny. Little by little Fanny was taking Louie's place in my heart and she wisely hid all signs of jealousy of Louie, if indeed she felt any. We both lived in the present hour; it was so happy, so congenial and neither of us looked ahead. If we regretted anything, it was having lost so many months and weeks and days when we might have enjoyed one another as we did now, but if such thoughts entered our minds they simply served to make us all the more determined to lose no more time.

About the time that the colonel recommenced fucking the (to him) delightful cunt of Mrs Soubratie another death at Fackabad caused a change in our world. 'Brigadier' Colonel Wilson suddenly left this world for the next and Colonel Selwyn was appointed to the vacant post. This was a capital stroke of luck for me, for Major Mortimer, the station staff officer, son-in-law to Colonel Wilson, had to go home to attend to his late father-in-law's property and look after his wife's interests and I was, on Colonel Selwyn's recommendation, appointed acting staff officer. But for my darling Fanny's sweet cunt I do not think I should have got this appointment, not that the colonel thought me in the least unfit for the office, but Fanny turned his thoughts to me and gently but persistently urged that I was the one who should get the post, though, by rights, some other officer who had been longer in India than I should have had it. But you see, dear reader, that the sweet delights I gave Fanny, through her charming little cunt, made her very solicitous about me and amor vicit omnia in this instance. So my soldier readers, if you want to get good appointments through your colonel, fuck his daughter well, as I fucked my darling Fanny. Really and truly, all joking apart, this appointment was very pleasant. I had no longer to command my company. I had nothing to do with my regiment as an officer of it in the way of duty. I had therefore no morning parades, no drills, nothing to lug me out of bed at ungodly hours in the morning. I only attended general parades when the colonel did. I had a good deal of signing my name to letters, etc., prepared by my clerks, but as everything was in good order the work was light. The emolument of my office did not matter much, as I had no need of money, having plenty of my own; but for all that the extra rupees were not by any means a nuisance to receive. Darling Fanny profited by my not having to go to parade. Some mornings when we had slept later than usual it had happened that she had had to run home without her daybreak fuck; now she always had one and sometimes two and she was just as ardent and eager for them as ever my sweet Louie had been. Oh! I was really very happy and contented.

But, although no real harm was done, yet a circumstance occurred which might have brought all this happiness to a disastrous end.

Colonel Selwyn's command comprised all the army, not only at Fackabad but also several other stations where there were detachments of troops. Amongst these was Rampur some seventy miles off and to be reached only by dak gharry. One evening early in October, that is just a year after I had seen my darling's cunt for the first time and since Amy had been buggered, the colonel electrified Fanny and rather astonished me, who had no notion of his intentions, by saying that he thought he would go in a couple of days' time and commence his inspection of the troops at Rampur and that he would take Fanny with him.

'Oh, papa! but I would much rather not go!' cried poor Fanny, looking at me with an aggrieved and startled face, 'could you not take Amy?'

The colonel, who had not yet drunk enough brandy and soda to be befuddled, looked rather angrily at Fanny. 'No! I said you were to accompany me, Fanny! And I shall not take Amy, I don't like to be dictated to by my daughters!'

'I did not mean to dictate, papa,' urged poor Fanny, who struggled visibly to restrain an outburst of temper, 'but I should really be obliged if you would let me remain here and if you would take Amy or Mabel instead. Come, there's a dear, good, kind papa. Do.'

Now the colonel was a weak man and therefore obstinate. He was offended at Fanny's outburst and he had got into a sudden rage. He looked black as thunder and roared at Fanny, 'Miss Fanny! I have said that you will go with me! Let me hear no more about it!'