She didn't wait, but entered. “Ah, my pretty dusky virgin, you've come at last, have you? Hurry up. See how hot my prick is to pierce you?”
Then out went the light, and before he could get out of bed I had thrown myself in his arms. “You wicked girl, I'm too excited to get up and light it; but I'll pay you off; I won't be tender but will rip you up with one fierce lunge.” And throwing himself flat on my belly, he pointed his awful probe at my slit; grabbing my buttocks, he pressed it in.
“Ah! How tight you are. Does it hurt? Why don't you talk? I'll make you squeal,” and with a wild lunge, the monster burst my virgin veil and lay, swelling full length, embedded in my cunt.
I shrieked aloud. He recognized my voice. “You, Kate?”
“Yes, it's me, and I've got you now. You can't escape.” And with wild frenzy, I threw my legs around his loins and my arms around his neck.
“You charming girl, I've been denying myself this heaven ever since I saw you, and now you force me into it.”
And then those burning kisses; those lightning lunges; that swelling, bursting probe of pleasure, swallowed completely in my tight sheath; the flashes of blood seething in every vein; the final frantic working of our frenzied thighs; and the great flood of life-giving essence, shot like cannonballs into my gaping womb, until with slowing heaves and pouting sighs we sunk into a gentle quietude of satisfied desires. Presently he arose, lit the lamp, and bathed the gory soldiers of the Cyprian goddess. Oh, the sweet words of praise he made me hear as he examined in detail each charm I had for him; and, oh, the hot happiness I felt as he made me take in my hand the ravishing rod and play with it and learn from his lips how this sweet engine of sensuality performed its favorite function-that of assuaging a woman's amorous ardour. It was again a nice big handful, when a noise in the hall made Fred run out quickly. He returned with the naked form of Sally in his arms.
“Oh, you minx,” he cried, “why didn't you go and let Tom put your maidenhead out of danger?”
“Oh, I couldn't! I had to wait and see you finish. Oh, it was splendid, those shrieks, sighs, and loud kisses. And then, when the light was lit, oh, what a pretty sight! Let me kiss Missey once, and then I'll run off and make Tom make me squeal, just as she did.”
“Not so fast,” said Uncle Fred. “You've been present when Kate's maidenhead went up the spout. Go and fetch Tom, and let us see him plug you-right before our eyes.”
“I will,” cried the excited girl, and she was gone.
“Oh, Uncle Fred, Tom will see me all naked.”
“Yes, he shall, and fuck you too,” and going to a closet, Fred filled two goblets with some hot liquor and made me empty one, himself the other, till the smarting warmth ran delightfully through my veins and the fumes, mounting to my head, seemed to drive away every thought but those of lascivious longing. Prone on the bed, we heard the lovers coming, and as he threw his maiden victim on the edge beside us, Tom cried: “I can't wait longer, Massa Fred I must fuck her.” And his superb staff was poking at her pussy.
“Put it in, Kate,” said Uncle Fred, and grasping the ponderous column I aimed its ruby head straight into the gaping portals of her cunt.
“Don't spare her, Tom! Rip her open, just as Fred did me.”
And firmly clutching her bum, his teeth set, the black gave a mighty bound of his big buttocks, and the poor deflowered Sally yelled in a spasm of raptured chastity. Oh, the splendid squirming of their strong, sturdy bodies, the smutty squeals and shouts of sensual satisfaction, and, then, the maddening thrill of superb spending, reflected plainly on each face and form.
Our own sperm was bubbling within us, and as soon as they had retired from the field, Uncle Fred's dear prick again pierced me right before their eyes; and they forgot themselves in eagerness to see our pleasure and add to it with kisses and squeezing, tickling fingers.
Then we two girls gave them the pretty contrast of our brown and white bodies, stretched out side by side on the bed. Quickly our lovers were kneeling before us, offering their victorious staffs to our amorous touches, until Uncle Fred cried out, “Change partners!” And Tom's awful prick with its one wide-open eye stared me in the face.
“By Jove, he shall fuck her.” And Uncle Fred thrust my bottom to the edge of the bed, making Tom stand between my legs. Placing Sally on her hands and knees facing us, he mounted her behind, so that we could all see the pretty play of each cock and cunt. “Pretty,” did I say? You couldn't call Tom's diddling “pretty”; it was magnificent-the awful length and giant girth of his cock stretched my slit, and his pounding passionate thrusts rubbed my newly raptured cunt into a state of feverish fervor that made my belly bound, my pussy pucker and cling to its beautiful bliss-bearer. Then as I saw Uncle Fred's prick giving the wriggling black girl the last lightning lunges, my tight sheath squeezed from the well-loaded cock in my cunt a volley of sperm that flowed so fast and far inside of me that I thought I tasted it in my mouth. When they rolled me over on the bed, they saw it would be dangerous to irritate me further. I lay languid but happy in Uncle Fred's arms and soon dropped into a soothing sleep.
Chapter V
“Well, girls, maiden as I am,” said Maude, “I shouldn't wonder if I had made sperm shoot oftener than any of you. When I was twelve, Mother died, and Father and I were left alone out on our isolated plantation, with no companions but a dozen slaves. Mother had been a pious puritan, ill-mated to Father, who was the very soul of sensuality, and I soon found I was his child, rather than Mother's.
“I was rather pretty, plump, and lively. One evening after dinner Father was sitting in the library, I sitting opposite him on a sofa, still dressed in mourning. 'Maude, it's too gloomy seeing you around in black all the time.'
“'Well, Dad-it's all white underneath. Shall I show you?' And jumping up, I pulled the black abomination over my head and stood there in shirt and chemise.
“'Put it on again,' said Dad, and I saw a peculiar look in his eyes. I now know it was lust, but he controlled himself, turned his back, and walked to the window.
“'Why should I put it on again?' I said. 'I am much more comfortable.'
“He did not answer, nor look at me; but a feeling of vivid voluptuousness spurred me on. I did not know the meaning of the word then, but as I dropped my chemise and skirt, it was voluptuousness that urged me on. Kicking off my slippers, I stole up behind Dad, unseen, and jumping up, I threw my arms around his neck. My naked body hung against his back. It was like an electric shock to him.
“With the gloating cry of a hawk, he lost control of himself. 'Oh, you've got it in you, the itching of lust,' he cried. I sat naked in his lap as his lips covered me, mouth opened to receive his pointed tongue. Then he sucked my nipples till the little strawberries were stiff; and then, with a quick movement, he lifted my belly over his face and that girlish slit of mine felt for the first time the delicious tickling of a tongue skilled to draw out the ultimate throb of pleasure.
“For, young though I was, the hot southern sun had ripened me. Panting and quivering, he laid me on my back; crazy with lechery, he knelt across my chest, making me grasp his great stiff prick in my hands. 'See what made you?' he cried. 'That hot spear plunged in the cold cunt of your mother, begot, out of its icy depths, you, the inheritor of my fervor, a true child of lasciviousness. Pass those pretty plump titties round it, and see what happens when it's plunged in a woman's cunt.'
“And as the great rigid staff flew up and down between my breasts, I saw the red head throb, the ivory sceptre swell, and then its gaping mouth burst out with a hot shower of creamy sperm, which flew all over me, till he raised my head and cried out frantically, 'Suck it! Suck it! Just as you used to suck the milk from your mother's nipples.' And my lips closed over it; my tongue of its own volition licked the live, jerking mouthful, till, strangled by the profusion of the flow, I pulled back my head, panting for breath, and the pearly drops bedewed me. But, as eager as he, I clasped his buttocks in my hands and again seized that still-spouting staff in my mouth and sucked its balmy cream, till with a cry of joy Dad threw himself flat on my belly.