Venus in India (30 page)

'Oh! Captain Devereaux! I really did not mean to hurt it so much. Oh, poor thing, poor thing.' She hung over me, as I had turned on to my face, for I had some extremely sharp pains in my groin and a dull heavy pain at the lower part of my belly. I felt Amy's hand groping along my right groin and at first I resisted a little, but a sharp bit of grass happening to run into my prick, I made a sudden move, which enabled her to get at that which she wished to caress and soothe. Suddenly, to my astonishment, for I had no sensation to tell me the fact, she cried out: 'Oh, Captain Devereaux! It's stiff. It's stiff: It's standing beautifully.'

The pain I had endured had been sharp enough, but it passed like a sudden twinge of toothache. Amy's exclamation seemed to drive it away and I could now feel that I had indeed a glorious stand. I felt so grateful to Amy that I turned and caught her in my arms and kissed her before I pushed her on her back and got between those beautiful rounded, snowy thighs, which she uncovered for me with immense haste as though she feared the stiffness of my prick might go as suddenly as it had come. It was a lovely fuck! A completely glorious fuck! and at the end, whilst I was still lying with my motte hard pressed to hers, which leaped and jumped, and whilst I was still enjoying the throbbing and squeezing and twitching of her deliciously excited and melting little cunt, I could not help saying: 'Oh, Amy, try and win Fanny over and we will have many another like this.'

The episode did me considerable good. It gave me more hope towards Fanny, for I left Amy in a much more amiable mood than that in which I had found her and my limp prick and the idea of what might happen should Colonel Selwyn discover that I had fucked Fanny were things both new to her that I was sure were going to do their work on her mind. Fanny would be angry, grieved and more or less destroyed by hearing the news, but bad as that would be it would be so much worse if accompanied by the stinging and triumphant insults which I felt certain Amy, in true sisterly fashion, had prepared for her.

Since I had become station staff officer, I had been relieved of the necessity of dining at the mess of my regiment, so that I used my freedom in this respect pretty largely and seldom dined there two nights running. The truth is, I dislike mess dinners more than I can express and I do not think anybody can like them as a continuance. This night, however, I was glad to go and sit at dinner with my brother officers, for their chat helped me to pass away some of those purgatorial hours between my last fucking of Amy and the time when I was to meet Fanny.

On my way home I looked in at the colonel's bungalow. I knew I had better take the bull by the horns and I rather expected to find Fanny ill or unable to see me. But no, there the sweet girl was, glad and happy - she was all too evidently still unaware of my terrible infidelity. It was clear, too, that Amy had not given her my note, for poor Fanny took the opportunity of whispering to me that she was quite well and that she had a lot to tell me when she came over. Amy was a perfect study. She acted her part to perfection. She was just exactly the same Amy she had been, to all appearances, before Fanny went to Rampur and before there had been any question of my fucking her. I warn Amy's husband, should he read these pages, that he might as well not attempt to keep her under watch and guard. If Amy ever takes a fancy for some young fellow, she will have her way with him and that right under her husband's nose and he won't know it. Her manner to me was astounding. Since the moment she had got me in the trap between her thighs, she had been so unlike the old Amy, that the sudden assumption of a driving, domineering, hard-hearted, wilful woman's manner had stunned me, as much as her extraordinary behaviour. She had had me quite under a spell in consequence. She had jumped upon and crushed me by the suddenness of the blow. But tonight she had so completely resumed her old manner, appearance and tone it was hard to believe we had fucked something like fifty different times during the past week. Alas! My prick which had refused to stand that afternoon for her until she had beaten it, did what it had never done in the old days before Fanny went to Rampur (those old days, which though only separated from these new times by a week, seemed so long, long ago) for it stood stiffly the moment Amy came near me. In the old days that irrepressible organ would have remained quiescent until Fanny's approach would have aroused it to assume its grand proportions, but tonight it grew stiff the moment it perceived the nearness of Amy's cunt.

I went home then, knowing that the storm had yet to burst, for I imagined that when she and Amy retired for the night, Amy would surely tell Fanny all and the first effect of her grief and indignation would be to make her take a vow never to see me again.

But instead of going to bed I sat up. My head buzzed with fatigue and excitement, but tired as I was, I knew that if I did go to bed I should not sleep. Whilst I was thus seated in a half-dreamy and truly painful state of mind, I got a shock which woke me to life and action in a moment, for I heard the swift, light steps of Fanny coming down the verandah. Before I could rise she burst into my room, as if life, or all that was worth having, depended upon the swiftness of her movements. On seeing me she stopped dead. A glance at her face told me she was in possession of the news. Poor Fanny! Ah! Gentle reader! Tell me, do you know anything in this world so hideously painful, so agonising to the mind and heart, as the discovery that the person in whom your confidence is placed, in whom all your love and devotion, heart and soul, are invested, is false, a traitor! Fanny had never loved before she loved me. With the wholeheartedness of youth she had given herself to me - heart, soul, body - unreservedly and she trusted in me as in her God.

For a moment she stood looking at me, her lovely eyes expressing all the pain she felt but at the same time a kind of hesitancy to believe what she now knew was real and not a dreadful dream. Her lips were parted as though to speak, but no words came. Her bosom heaved tumultuously and her lovely firm breasts seemed as though the struggle going on within her would make them burst their points through the bodice. I had seen Fanny in a passion many times, but never in such a state as she now appeared in. Her look fascinated me. She seemed to be trying to read my inmost soul through my eyes and I remained dumb.

'Oh! Charlie!' she cried, all of a sudden, 'tell me it is not true! Oh, why did you do it? Oh! I never thought that my Charlie would be so - so - so - cruel to me!' She bent her lovely head and commenced to sob and weep violently without noise.

This was awful. I had never been so tried in all my life before. I jumped up and approaching her sat by her side, not daring to lay a hand upon the girl whom I felt I did not dare to touch with my polluted fingers.

For fully five minutes we stayed thus, until Fanny, raising her face, all wet with tears and once more flushed, turned her streaming eyes upon me and staggering forward fell into my arms. I caught her in them. I kissed that face all lovely still though quivering with the devouring pain she felt and Fanny let me do so, let me press her to my bosom, let me draw her towards my chair and let me take her into my lap, where I held her tenderly lying against me, whilst she still wept and sobbed.

Suddenly she rose into a more upright position and looking at me, said, 'Why don't you speak to me? You are crying too! What are you crying for?'

'Because, Fanny darling, I can't help it! I can't see you, the girl I love, in such dreadful grief and not feel sorry.'

'I am a fool for coming,' she said. 'Let me go! I'll never, never, never, speak to you again!'

'Stay!' I cried, holding her. 'Stay, Fanny! You have heard only one side of the story. It is only fair to me to hear mine. I swear to you that I never had the remotest idea of being unfaithful to you and that it was not until I was actually in Amy's cunt that I knew it was not you whom I was fucking.'

Fanny loved me. That is the only explanation of the patience with which she heard me. In her heart, that heart so dreadfully wounded, she wished to find the palliation of my sin. Had her pride only been wounded, she would never, or could never have forgiven me, but love covers a multitude of sins and Fanny heard my story, not only with patience, but with eagerness.

With passions as strong as mine, with a cunt as susceptible to pleasure as my prick, she could understand me when I said that the first fuck with Amy over, I found it impossible to tear myself away from a cunt so fascinating, so blooming as that between Amy's thighs; and as I proceeded and told my story, in such a way as to make it more than evident that, much as I appreciated her sister's cunt, I did not love Amy, whereas my whole soul was bound up in her, she at last threw her arms round my neck and kissed me and then wept again, but without that violence, which was all the more dreadful because subdued, which marked the first outbreak of her passion.

For hours we sat thus talking. Fanny quite understood her position. She loved me too much to be able to carry out her passionately expressed threat never to speak to me again, yet it was but too evident that she must consent to share me with Amy at once and with Mabel later on. She herself remembered what she had said about concubines and, with a sorrowful smile, she congratulated me on having now three really pretty ladies in my harem. As she grew more cheerful, so did I, and venturing at last on an act, I undid the lace of her bodice and uncovered her lovely breasts, which I once again devoured with my lips, in a manner so full of passion that the poor girl all but fainted from excess of emotion. Snatching the lovely bubbies from my eager lips, she put her mouth to mine and beginning with the top button of my trousers she undid them all, one by one, until, reaching the last, she inserted her little hand and, pulling up my shirt, took possession of my stiff and impudent prick, which looked her boldly and unblushingly in the face.

'Yes,' she cried, 'it is not my Charlie, but you who are the traitor. Oh! you villain!'

Hard words, but Oh! what soft caresses. I am afraid my prick, like Galileo, paid no attention to her speech, but was too hungry for that dear little cunt which he had been the first to open. Happy reconciliation. Fanny in a few moments more stood in her naked beauty before me and in another moment had all but forgotten the agonies of the recent hours in the convulsions of the delirious pleasure I presented.

Sugdaya awoke us. That lovely traitress was delighted to find us naked in bed together. Fanny would have quarrelled with her, but she had listened to me and had swallowed Sugdaya with her other inevitable griefs and our last luscious fuck took place under the eye of that lovely native girl and born procuress, who was to be so useful to me in finding me sweet cunts, besides her own, during the next three or four years.

Now, reader, did you think for any moment that things could have turned out so? Did not our beloved goddess Venus stand on my side? I saw her divine and beneficent hand in every turn of our amatory survey and never had she a more ardent priest than me. For I did my utmost never to lose a chance of making her holy altars between the thighs of my lovely 'concubines' smoke with the incense of my offerings.

Oh! those exquisite nights! Those revels when like a god of olden times I sported with my naked nymphs, passing from between the arms of one to between the thighs of the other, the change from one cunt to the second giving me fresh life and greater strength! There was certainly an increase of voluptuous pleasure and delight, but alas! the purity and depth of love which had existed between Fanny and me suffered. We never again were, or could be, what we had been to one another.

And now it remains but for me to show you how, at last, I filled up the cup of Mabel's joy by fucking her and then I will close the history of my association with those three beautiful and delicious Selwyn cunts.

Neither Fanny nor Amy seemed to be in the least degree anxious that I should fuck Mabel. This was natural enough so far as Fanny was concerned, but Amy, as my dear reader may remember, had made it a sine qua non that Mabel was to have her share of my prick and balls. Experience, however, began to teach her that a whole loaf is better than half of one, and a half-loaf is better than a third of one. So I never heard any more from her of the obligations I was under to fuck Mabel. But it was impossible to prevent Mabel's knowing of my nightly visits to her father's bungalow, and what went on there in consequence, and I have little doubt she often witnessed scenes of joy, in which she burned to play her part, from behind the purdah. Besides, I am certain that Sugdaya, who felt no scruples, incited her to claim her share and this is how she got it.

EPILOGUE

Mabel Has Her Way With Me

One lovely day in December (this is in the delightful cold weather) I was preparing to go out to pay some visits when I saw Mrs Soubratie hurrying up from the servants' house. I guessed that the colonel must have come over for a moment to get a morning fuck and, as I wanted to see him, I thought I would wait until he had taken his pleasure and then I would do so. Although it was an understood thing between us that he was at liberty to fuck Mrs Soubratie whenever he liked in my house, yet as a rule we did not meet on those occasions, so that unless I actually saw him between her thighs, or saw Mrs Soubratie pass my door, I rarely knew the exact moment these pleasant meetings were taking place.

I waited therefore, seated in my chair. I had not been sitting more than a minute when Mabel appeared, bursting with laughter which she was finding it hard to contain. Coming on tiptoe to me she whispered: 'Oh! Captain Devereaux! Come here! Come here.'

I rose. She took my hand and leading me into my bedroom she took me to the door in which was a window, covered with a thin muslin blind, which looked into the room and on to the bed in which the colonel always fucked Mrs Soubratie. There, of course, I saw, as did Mabel, the colonel about halfway through a nice, fat fuck, and Mabel, delighted beyond description, feasted her eyes on her father's splendid prick passing, in measured cadence, up and down and in and out of the brown cunt of Mrs Soubratie. The sight was too voluptuous, especially as Mabel was there, not to affect me greatly and I unbuttoned my trousers and put my now burning prick into Mabel's palm. At the same time I intruded my hand past her petticoats and caressed the little cunt, now well covered with curly locks, which immediately responded to my caresses with such an overflow that it surprised me. Still affected powerfully by seeing her father's glistening member disappearing and reappearing as he fucked Mrs Soubratie in his stolid fashion, and his balls, those huge balls, bouncing as they swung backwards and forwards, Mabel quietly moved her hand up and down my prick, until a sudden thrill of pleasure round its collar warned me that if she continued so doing I should spend; all the more also, because of sympathy, the colonel being now at the vigorous short digs. I therefore kept her hand quiet until, the colonel having finished and Mrs Soubratie having made her salaam and left the room, the show had come to an end.