I held before my eyes the image of a handsome man, with his stiff staff embedded in a woman's belly, and rubbed my heated orifice till I spent.
Then I began to read the bold descriptions of all the methods and manners, men and women make merry with.
My budding volupty made me an eager pupil and each word and posture burned itself into my memory. The last chapter was called: “But still a Virgin” and described all forms of pleasure taken and given between a man and a maiden.
I devoured each line and firm in my resolve, shut the book and ran back with it to the library, returned the keys, and on my bed, waited for Uncle Will to return. I was forced to keep my hands tightly clasped over my head to keep them away from the other hairy place.
Minutes seemed hours but finally I heard the key in the door, the step in the hall pausing at my door but seeing it dark, passing on.
I waited for five minutes, then stole into his room. He was seated on a sofa pulling off his drawers; then standing, he commenced to pull his undershirt over his head.
His face hidden in it, I ran forward, threw myself on my knees before him and pressed my face against his stiff staff and hairy cushion, my arms clasped round his thighs.
He struggled out of his shirt and saw me! You, Sue! You! What does this mean? and he forced my head back and looked into my face.
Oh, Uncle Will, do something for me or I will die. I am burning up with desire.
You lovely girl, do you mean it! and he lifted me up and throwing me back on one arm, pressed the other hand on my excited mount. Is it here you are burning?
My heaving buttocks answered and covering me with hot kisses, in an instant I was flat on the edge of the bed and his lips pressed to the seat of all my wicked wantons.
Thighs held wide open and his open lips against the lips of my cunt, open, too! And then the tongue thrusts, gentle at first, then faster in and out, till grasping my firm buttocks in his hands, the velvet organ ravished me with rigid piercing, licking, lunging, until my belly danced, my eager lips broke out with heavenly rapture and my maiden tribute pouring down, left me a happy virgin but a full fledged whore.
A virgin whore I have been from then until nearly now. Not long did he watch with sensual eyes, my delightful squirming; his stiff prick called out for solace.
Throwing me reclining against the pillow, he knelt over me, his lordly prick pointing straight at me. Not a word! I needed no soliciting, but of my own free will, bent forward and took the throbbing monster in my mouth.
My darling girl, this is heaven! Suck it, Sue, squeeze the balls, slide your lovely lips up and down its length. That is it, lap it with your lively tongue. Suck! Suck! Just as you would lemonade through a straw.
How quickly you learn-faster, dear girl! Now-now-don't be frightened when it shoots!
And its big head was throbbing and swelling in my mouth, and then a deluge of thick cream flew into me; but though half choked, I held on and kissed, tongue tickled, sucked, until faint for breath, I threw myself back panting on the pillow.
Clasping me in his arms, we rolled and writhed in amorous agony, till I cried out:
More, I must have more!
When rising to his knees, he drew me flat onto the bed and threw himself upon me, his face against my slit and mine to his fallen prick.
How I kissed and caressed, tickled and sucked the lovely object of my first lust until the blood began to center there again and the muscles to harden.
And how he kissed and tickled and thrust at, and tasted the red, excited crevice of my cunt, the swollen clitoris, until we both distilled a new brew of delightful ambrosia and our eager mouths devoured it, and the throbbing flesh, amid the swell of heaving breast and wildly working bums.
CHAPTER III
Thus I started out a lewd and longing maiden, and to know all things, to enjoy all things; vividly voracious to learn by precept and by practice, all the sweet sexual secrets that the lustful imaginations of men and women have put into lascivious exercise.
And such a teacher I had in Uncle Will Always rich enough not to worry about his wherewithal; what exciting pictures he depicted of his long and varied life of lechery.
Of his first spendings of the mouth of a Sodomitical tutor, his first fuck into the fat belly of a mulatto housemaid; his eye-opening experiences among the fast girls of New York; his month in England-one week the coupling mate of a noble Lord in London-soirees of naked men, biases tired of women, and giving themselves to each other in all methods of outre lewdness.
Then the noble Lord's Lady coming to London and seeing Will and wishing her will of him- carrying him off for a week or two of licentious intercourse with her at their country seat, spurred by the presence and participation of the two young virgin sisters of the Lady, who kept their maidenheads, hoping some weak-minded scion of a noble house would want them in legitimate marriage, to raise Lords, Earls, Viscounts, to keep alive the crumbling peerage of England.
Virgins! But such vigorous and valorous votaries of lust, that Uncle Will said: that in a week they had so completely exhausted his spermatic treasures that he was obliged to run away to the Continent for a rest.
Then in Holland-how glowing his description of the broad buttocked women he met there; how he reveled in their salacious slits and sumptuous arses.
Then to France, among those vivacious little belly bumpers of the Boulevards, and the succulent sweetness of their scientific fucking!
Vienna next; fair city of fair women of rare compliance; till finally he reached Constantinople, where the young wife of a wealthy Ottoman became enamoured of him, smuggled him into the seraglio, and taught him all the wild and passionate pleasures of Oriental lust, until the jealous husband surprised them together and it was a question of his ending his career tied in a bag in the Hallespont; when the faithless wife played her last card by showing her enraged spouse Uncle Will's fresh young alabaster dart and offering it temptingly to his mouth, till the lecherous Turk forgave them at the price of sharing with his wife, the salacious sweetness of the stiff sperm laden spiggot.
These pictures from his lips and then that library of lewd literature-within a month we had read them all through, naked on the bed together; sometimes he would read aloud, sometimes I, until my yearning slit and his rampant raging ram made reading impossible and coral lips and tongues let loose the lovely libations of our lust.
What Charley, Uncle Will's brown servant, saw or knew of our intercourse I know not; but I do know that reveling as I was in wanton rhapsody, I never looked upon his fine muscular figure without wondering what sort of a love stick this handsome mulatto carried.
One Sunday I found out. We were finishing dinner, Uncle Will and I.
How does it feel? asked he.
“It” meant one thing to me, “It” was where all my feelings centered. I knew without his naming it, that he meant my cunt.
“It” wants something real bad, I answered.
We had finished our bottle of champagne. We drank it always on Sundays and Charley had gone for another.
Open your dress and expose those plump little bubbies, said Will.
But Charley will see them.
So he shall, replied Will. I am dying to see your white body in contrast to his brown brawny form.
Oh, Uncle Will! I protested, my cunt creeping carnally, when Charley entered and filling Will's glass, he spilled the wine, for his eyes were on my exposed breasts and his hands trembling. Then he came to fill mine.
See how that black rascal sticks out in front, Sue! said Uncle Will. See it?
My eyes had been upon it ever since he caught sight of my naked breasts. No urging needed now! I threw one arm around him as he stood by my side, and the other hand trembling eagerly, unbuttoned the front of his trousers.