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The Altar of Venus – Vintage ClassicThe Altar of VenusThe Erotic Education of a Victorian Gentleman THE ALTAR OF VENUS BY ANONYMOUS CARROLL & GRAF PUBLISHERS, INC. New York Introduction Despite the fact that this story is the erotic autobiography of one of our most famous contemporaries, whose name is known to only the secretary of this society, it is replete with action and thrills. It goes far beyond the usual run of erotic literature. It is a man’s frank and honest search of his soul for the answer to that world old question: The riddle of the universe — Why and How is SEX and to what depths does it go. There is nothing to compare to it outside that field of psycho- sexual case books. A word here as to how this manuscript fell into our hands. Without being too explicite we can say that sometime during the past two years there passed away one of the leading members of British Society. A sportsman, a~ Member of the House of Lords, one of the pillars of our National church, he was never known as a libertine. His memoirs have now shown him to be also a Prince in the peerage of Pornagraphia. In his declining years he apparently achieved sexual satisfaction thru his reminiscences. He, no doubt, little dreamed that they would some day be put before other eyes. When his estate was being settled his sec- retary had opened the wall safe in his home and this manuscript was discovered. Fearing that the publication of such a revealing vol- ume would blacken his late employers repu- tation he ordered the butler to burn it in the furnace. This latter worthy gentleman upon repairing to the basement to carry out the order chanced to glance at a couple of pages and, while astounded, realized that such a treatise could mean money to him. He se- creted it and at the first opportunity came to the undersigned. After perusing page after page, since I could barely put it down, I knew that here was a real find. I am quite sure that our members will appreciate that the price we paid for it was but small in com- parison to its value. The reader will find it scientifically accu- rate to the last detail. It is most illuminating in its portrayal of the love-life of one who thought of woman as the first consideration in life. No other work, within our knowledge so faithfully exposes the varied erotic urges that beset mankind. Chapter I c***dren! Are they the same the world over -. — does sexual precocity break out amongst them in certain localities at certain periods, some- thing like an epidemic of measles from which few are immune, while in other places and at other times, they escape uns**thed? Certain it is that my own c***dhood was lived in an atmo- sphere redolent with sexuality and this despite the fact that my home environment was of the best. My parents, indeed, held to the most Puri- tanical notions and doubtless would have been literally dumbfounded with horror had they ever gotten the slightest hint as to what was taking place almost under their very noses. Either their own lives had matured under con- ditions quite different from mine or the passing years had obliterated all rememberance of juve- nile delilitry for assuredly no suspecion as to what was transpiring about them, almost, as I have suggested, close enough to be smelled, ever arose to preoccupy their well-ordered lives dur- ing my c***dhood days. Confidences exchanged in later years with adult friends indicate that while many went thru experiences similar to mine, the lives of others were singularly barren of juvenile romance or precocity. To the lips of the former, therefore, my stories may bring a smile as old memories are stirred, and they are carried back over the highway of years by the narration of some inci- dent which had a counterpart in their own lives, and to the latter, a sigh of regret at something missed in life. I do not propose to fill up space with the nar- ration of incidents other than those which some curious, unique or laughable element justifies their telling. With this brief prelude, I begin my story. I was born in the year 1900. My birthplace, an English city, with some thirty thousand pop- ulation. My parents, though not rich, were mod- erately well off and we lived in the comfortable fashion of the middle class English family. I was an only c***d and as such was humored to a certain extent, but I was also ruled with dis- ciplinarian firmness, for my father, a grave, silent man, was quick enough to take note of juvenile insubordination, and as quick to chastise it. I held him in great respect, with which was min- gled a certain degree of awe. I place the age at which I experienced my first sexual excitation definitely identified with a fe- male at somewhere between five and six. I saydefinitely identified with a female because even prior to this I had observed a periodic harden-, ing and expansion of that curious little append- age that hung between my legs, which phenom- ena generally occurred in the early morning, or when I was being bathed. More than once I had been on the point of asking my mother for an explanation of its peculiar conduct, but some instinctive reticence always sealed my lips just as the question was mentally formulated. Cer- tainly, up until almost my eighth year I was en- tirely unaware of the difference between the sexes and blissfully ignorant of all things per- taining thereto. But about the time I was six years old the association of a female was for the first time linked up with erotic sensations. It was of a rather insignificant nature and trans- pired under the following circumstances: For a year or more my mother, failing in health, had been confined to her room. There was in the domestic employ, an elderly woman who acted in the capacity of general housekeeper/ and amongst canlı bahis siteleri whose varied, and multiple obligations devolved that of watching over and endeavoring to keep me out of mischief. When I was about six years old, she retired from our service and in her place came a maid of s*******n or eigh- teen. Her appearance was attractive, her man- ner genial, and I soon developed a strong liking for her. This girl had been duly authorized to punish me for disobedience, or other infractions of the household peace, corporal punishment being the prescribed remedy. But she was a good natured, kind hearted damsel and it wasn’t until I had committed a particularly malevolent piece of mischief one day that she lost her temper mo- mentarily, turned me across her knee, and gave me a paddling. The blows were not of sufficient severity to cause me any real discomfort, and something about the position in which she held me across. heir knees, or perhaps some dormant instinct awakened by the contact of her hand on my bottom, began to work on my sexual nerve centers and resulted in a muscular reaction simi- lar to that which 1 had observed on other occa- sions already referred to. In addition, I now became aware of a decidedly pleasurable sensa- tion which was stealing through my body, a sen- sation which seemed to be forming in and radi- ating from the regions about my groins. The condition I was in must have become apparent to her through the pressure of a hard little cock against her thigh for she abruptly discontinued the chastisement, and I perceived a smile on her lips as she stood me back on the floor. From that time on I sought ways and means of securing repetitions of this pleasant punish- ment, and the obliging damsel, entering into the spirit of things, accommodated me generously. But the method first employed was improved upon. Subsequent spankings were not adminis- tered, without first lowering or removing my trousers, and while the spanking was in prog- ress the amiable girl held me in such a position that while one hand was dealing blows of just enough vim to warm my naked bottom, the other could be insinuated under my groins, and cup- ped over my cock and testicles. The soft pres-? sure and contact of her hand upon these organs caused me such exquisite tremors as to motivate constant efforts on my part to provide her with pretexts, which I instinctively sensed to be nec- essary, for more and better spanki
ngs. Now, it might reasonably have been expected that these little incursions into the realms of concupiscence would have paved the way to others of a more advanced nature. But such was not the case; she never ventured to extend the simple repertoire, nor did it ever occur to me to so much as* wonder what she might have between her own legs. For upward of a year the spankings continued and then, much to my regret, she took her departure from our midst. And though it concerned me not the slightest at the time, I often speculated in after years as to precisely what there had been for her in all this and what pleasure she could have derived from the performance. Possibly the mere han- dling and fingering of my small but eminently masculine attributes in their state of sexual ex- citation reacted upon her own sensibilities, pro- voking a species of reciprocal echo. At -any rate, I remember her with the kindliest feelings of appreciation. I was seven years old when I made an import- ant discovery. In the yard which surrounded our home were a number of trees. Among them was one of the eucalyptus variety, slim and straight as an arrow. Some six or seven inches in dia- meter at the base, its verdant bark as smooth as silk and not a branch or twig to mar its lis- som symmetry for thirty or forty feet above the ground. There was something distinctly femi- nine about this young tree. Perhaps it was the smooth, beautiful bark, and its slender grace- fulness which set it apart in vivid contrast with its gnarled and rugged companions. One afternoon, having nothing better to do, I endeavored to climb this tree by the “shinning” process. As you may not know just what the term means I will explain that, having no limbs or protuberances within reach which would pro- vide foot holds, the only way to climb such a tree was to wrap one’s arms and legs tightly about the trunk, and by virtue of much wrig- gling and squirming, work one’s way upward inch by inch. I had succeeded in hunching my- self upward a short distance in this fashion when I began to feel again that delicious trem- or which the hand of our erstwhile maid had formerly provoked. It was being produced by the friction and rubbing of my cock against the tree. When I realized this I clamped my legs tighter and wriggled more energetically and the more I wriggled, the more pronounced became that teasingly, pleasant sensation. I redoubled my efforts, and abruptly something seemed to burst down there inside, and as it burst, a wave of delicious sensations was radiated through my body from head to foot. I had experienced my first orgasm. Half dazed, forgetting that I was at some elevation, I relaxed my grip on the tree, and half slid, half fell to the ground, where for some moments I lay in a state of amazed won- der. When my wits returned,\ I essayed an- other climb, but the nice feeling refused to re- peat itself. Another effort the next day was more successful and needless to state, that tree was for some time hence the object of my most fervent adoration. So I may say with all truth- fulness that my first sweetheart was a slender young tree. I remained faithful to this love until in the due course of time, I found that the nice feeling could be reproduced in a far simp- ler and much less arduous manner namely, a perabet güvenilir mi little manual manipulation, and then the tree went into the discard. At nine I was in my second year of school and was being initiated (in theory) in the mechanism of love by well informed young companions. An intriguing word of four letters was being con- stantly brought to my attention as it appeared mysteriously chalked on the walls of toilets, sometimes in more public places. The little girls snickered, giggled, or blushed at covertly whis- pered words, or signs and motions. Or with sim- ulated indignation threatened to “tell the teach- er.” I knew now that these little girls had some- thing between their legs entirely different from what boys had; something in the nature of an opening, provided for the express purpose of having a boy’s cock inserted therein, and that when so inserted both parties to the transaction enjoyed ineffable delights. And my heart hun- gered for practical demonstrations. But, alas, I was not of a bold and forward disposition, and could not bolster up my courage to the point of asking a girl to “do it” with me, the proper for- mula, according to my more venturesome com- rades. And so, I had to content myself with listening to their tales of conquests, while my heart was consumed with envy. I would have blushed with shame to have been obliged to confess it, but up to this period I had never so much as glimpsed in a single instance that mys- terious region between a little girl’s legs. True, they played and disported themselves at times with careless abandon, in which short dresses were well elevated, but they invariably had on panties which effectually concealed the salient point of interest. With what enthusiasm would I have hailed a law probiting the use of panties by girls. There was one for whom I eventually came to feel an overwhelming passion, but my love was mixed with awe, I guarded it a close secret, nor ventured by word or act to convey any indica- tion of its existence to the object of my adora- tion. Her name was Flora. A golden haired lit- tle fairy who wore her hair in long curls. Flora’s age was about that of my own or possibly a lit- tle younger. I watched and admired from the distance, and was filled with rage when one boy, a coarse, displeasing fellow in my opinion, calm- ly observed that he had “done it” with Flora. It was a lie, I felt certain, a bit of bragging de- signed to awaken the envy of his hearers, but I hated him cordially from that moment and on the slightest provocation would have picked a fight with him. I passed my waking hours in day dreams of Flora. Before falling to sleep at night I imagined delicious situations in which she and I were thrown together under circumstances which forced us to sleep together. We were marooned on tropical islands, or lost in the wilds. In fancy I hugged her naked body to mine, touched and caressed her limbs, fondled her to my heart’s content and delighted my eyes with the vision of her nude loveliness, to fall asleep at last with my cock sticking straight up while Flora danced through fantastic dreams. ‘Tis said that all things come to him who waits. And one Saturday afternoon I passed by a va- cant lot in which a group of youngsters from my neighborhood were playing. Flora was amongst them. Somebody shouted my name, calling me to join them. Not having business elsewhere of sufficient importance to offset the pleasure of being near Flora I immediately accepted the in- vitation. Little did I suspect it at the moment, but wonderful things were in store for me that sunny June afternoon. It is thus that Fortune favors us when we least expect her grace. After a while the charming little mistress of my heart approached me, and with a friendly smile on her face, whispered: “Let’s you and I run off and play by our- selves.” Had the sun suddenly turned green I could not have been more surprised. It was the first time she had ever addressed me except in the most impersonal manner. Furthermore, the se- cretive way in which she had communicated the little message, the furtive look she cast toward the others as she whispered it, were pregnant with romance. My heart leaped with pleasure as I nodded my conformity. “All right! Come on!” she answered in a low voice, and together we slipped away unobserved by the rest. When we had rounded a corner, and were out of their range of vision, she again placed her lips close to my ear and shielding her mouth with her hand, whispered : “Let’s go to the park and play married !” The surprise I had received when she first addressed me was nothing compared to the elec- trical effect of this second communication for the expression “playing married” had a very concise, and unmistakable meaning in our little world — a meaning which admitted of no misin- terpretations. The part she referred to was an extens
ion of land which traveresed the northern section of the city and which was destined some day to become a public park, having been purchased by the municipality for this purpose. At this time however, it was nothing but an uncultivated tract of ground, overgrown with weeds and wild shrubbery. Through the center of this terrain ran a deep gulch in which water had sometime flowed. It was dry now and there were occasion- al deposits of clean, white sand in the boulder strewn bed. Its precipitate banks were overhung with vines and wild vegetation. This so-called park enjoyed a peculiar reputa- tion among the young folks. It was referred to with sly looks and smiles for it was supposed to be the scene of most of the amorous adventures which took place between juvenile gallants and accommodating misses. Certainly, the secluded nooks and refuges available amidst perabet giriş its verdant shrubbery lent themselves admirably to the game of “playing married.” So off we trotted and five mniutes later, breath- less and flushed, we were at the outskirts of the park described. We slipped under a wire fence, and were soon scurrying through the underbrush toward the gulch itself. When we reached it we followed its bank until we found a place which afforded a safe descent, and then, jumping, slip- ping and sliding we reached the bottom. From the beginning Flora had taken the ini- tiative. I accepted her leadership, and acquiesc- ed to each suggestion she offered. I was still tongue-tied with timidity. Truly, the female of the species is, at certain ages, more venturesome than the male! After a short exploration we found a cozy little nook almost entirely con- cealed behind a curtain of green foliage, an ideal little love nest requiring no alterations ex- cept the clearing away from its sandy floor of an accumulation of rubbish and dead leaves. We set to work and quickly cleaned out this refuse until nothing remained but clean sand. Satisfied with the results of our labors, we sat down to rest for a moment. The position in which Flora was sitting afforded a generous glimpse of her tight little panties and between this and other anticipated revelations my nerves were tingling with excitement. After a short silence, during which she eyed me expectantly, she suddenly arose and exclaimed: “Well, if we’re going to play married, you have to take your pants off! I’ll take mine off!” And suiting action to word, with perfect sang- froid’ and without the least embarrassment she raised her dress and unfastened the garment to which she had referred. It slid down her legs and was kicked off to one side. I got tip and began fumbling with my own buttons. My fin- gers were numb and torpid and it was an inter- minable length of time before I got my trousers and underwear off. And now I became aware of an embarrassing condition which further con- tributed to my confusion. One which on two or three subsequent occasions in my life made itself apparent much to my mortification and disgust. Something which* on countless occasions had risen valiantly at the mere thought of seeing Flora naked and which had been standing up manfully while we were arranging the nest, now failed me treacherously and was hanging with its head down in the most listless and dejected attitude possible to imagine. Flora gazed at it a moment and exclaimed: “Why, your dickie isn’t stiff yet!” There was no denying this allegation, and I remained silent. However, she evidently regard- ed the condition as amenable to correction, and with worldly wisdom, added: “Look at me between the legs and it will get stiff!” So saying, she lifted her dress and separating her thighs, arched her body outward so that her little cleft was exposed in all its juvenile nudity. What were my emotions, as I stared wide eyed at that tiny portion of feminine anatomy which had so long intrigued my imagination, and on which I was now gazing for the first time in actu- ality? Too mixed and confused to render a des- cription possible. My fascinated eyes perceived that what I had supposed to be something in the nature of a hole or a round opening was instead a narrow cleft — a cleft resembling a tiny valley between two plump little hills. A valley that, starting from a little dimple, coursed downward, and curved inward between her thighs. It was like the letter “V” with a straight line down through the center! Surely a boy’s thing couldn’t be pushed very far into that tight, narrow little place. Probably it was only supposed to be rubbed along the length of the little valley, be- tween the fat little hills. Meanwhile the efficacy of Flora’s homeopathic remedy for impotency was making itself appar- ent, and my cock began to straighten out. It lifted itself upward with little jerks, and before many moments it was standing out horizontally, as firm and hard as it had been before. As soon as she was satisfied that its condition was favorable to her purpose, a condition she verified by extending her hand and testing its rigidity with her fingers, she twisted her dress around her waist, and lay down on the sand. I knew enough to place myself on my knees be- tween her open legs. Inclining my body for- ward over hers, I managed to get the head of my cock between the plump little lips and com- menced to bob up and down, pressing and rub- bing against her. She stood this curious treatment for a few moments and then pushing me from her, she sat up. 30 “Silly! That isn’t the way! You have to make it goto!” Without waiting for apologies, she extended her body out again on the sand, took my cock between her fingers, got the tip of it inserted and started in the right direction, and with a sudden upward heave secured its complete in- tromission. Guided by instinct I raised and low- ered my hips in unison with the undulating movements she imparted to her own. The fric- tion of her hot little genitals and their moist embrace as they clung to, and sucked at my cock brought the natural reaction, and as the preliminary tremors of ecstasy began to make themselves felt, I accelerated my movements. And with the acceleration the pleasure intensi- fied. Frantically I worked my cock in and out of the tight, wet little lips which clung on it so caressingly. Ah, if I could live them over again I would dsaw those happy moments into hours of de- light, extending and prolonging each precious, celestial second into indefinite lengths. But alas, I knew nothing of the principles of conserving energy or scientific methods of prolonging to its utmost the all too fleeting pleasure and thought only to reach the culminating, divine instant as quickly as possible. Just as I was trembling on the verge of a sterile but deliciously swieet orgasm, her legs flashed up and engaged themselves tightly about my body, and from her lips emerged a series of exclamations which tes
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