Sue Suckit

Justine

CHAPTER I

Yes, I, my own heroine, am today, eighteen years old, I have got a nice little fortune salted away in saving banks and trust companies, and I have made every cent of it myself in making men's semen spurt, and still I was a virgin until a short time ago. Shall I tell you about it?

Many men and women have made fortunes with their mouths, orators and singers; I earned mine by making my lovers sing and dance in sweet priapian spending, to the soft caress of clinging lips and the turgid touches of my tickling tongue.

At fourteen, my father and mother died, and I was left to the care of trusty Uncle Will, a bachelor of fifty, who always appeared to hate petticoats and all they contained. He had money enough and was kind to me in a rough sort of way, and treated me as a fragile piece of glass, that would break all to pieces if he touched me.

We lived in handsome apartments with one servant and a colored man of thirty. Uncle Will was fifty, I was fourteen, as I said, wearing skirts only to my ankles, a child yet, but well developed; not especially handsome but with large melting eyes and lips full and red with warm blood, and a round rosy figure, that Uncle Will, after we became well acquainted, vowed was a perfect pocket edition of Venus.

I knew I had a crevice nestling between the cute little curls of brown hair at the bottom of my belly; but of its most important function as a reception room for men, I was profoundly ignorant, as I also was of how men appear when paying their respects to it, for I, only knew that men had little nozzles there, when I had seen them by chance, peeing, as I called it; of its virile functions I knew naught.

A modest maiden until one day the book of Revelations was opened to me.

It was a warm afternoon and dinner over, I had gone to my room and in chemise and short skirts, was just throwing myself on the bed, when I remembered an interesting book that I had commenced, and started down to the library to get it. The door was locked and I went out on the balcony to enter the window; the shutters were closed and I wondered why.

A young girl is a very curious animal and naturally I peeped in through the blinds.

That peep, launched me body and soul on the sea of voluptuousness and desire, and at one blow knocked off the maiden manacles and prepared me to become a Priestess of Priapus, for there was a sofa, and in full view lay Uncle Will, a pretty little book in his hand, and below, his shirt up to his waist, and his breeches down to his knees, the white expanse of belly and thighs all bare, while in the other hand he held the sceptre whose sweet fruit it has been my life's work to touch, taste and eat- that dear horn of plenty which has made me rich in profit and pleasure.

Oh, what a creeping spasm of desire guided by thought and hand to the innocent slit, hidden modestly in the soft shadows between my thighs!

How virgin innocence jumped quickly to the conclusion that these two things, man's and woman's, this stiff protuberance and this deep depression were made to fit each other; that one was the complement of the other, that humanity was, complete only when these two parts were one.

A beautiful shaft, white but with an undertone of rich, red blood; a crinkled scarlet bag with thick curly hair all around it and then, as with finger and thumb he gently caressed the stately spear, holding it bolt upright, its red and barbed head appeared a luscious bulb of naked flesh, seeming ready to burst with what, I knew not.

Quickly Uncle Will's eyes sped over the pages of his book, and quickly up and down upon his lovely sceptre, his closed hand pulled down and pushed up the envelope of white skin upon the rosy rod.

Bigger and bigger it grew; gorged it seemed with something that it must get rid of-till I heard him mutter.

It is coming! and tossing the book aside, he ran over to a wash basin near where I was peeping, and I, fearless, rooted to the spot, saw him rub his closed hand up and down the ivory staff fast and furiously, till he gave a sigh and out of the lovely red head flew shot after shot of thick white stuff, that darted high up into the air, straight towards me, hitting the shutters behind which I stood, until he bent the flowing fountain into the bowl and pumped out all the remnant of the rich overflow with nimble hand jerks, while his face was a rosy picture of voluptuous enjoyment.

Wildly excited I watched each movement till he threw himself again upon the sofa, when lust-led, my hand reached out to where the first wild shots had hit the shutters and came in contact with the slimy cream that glistened there.

Instinctively I wiped it up and with lustful eyes gazed on the pearly drops upon my fingers, and then I licked them off with my tongue and lips, until unable to stand it any longer, I ran to my room threw myself onto the bed and rubbed my hand, slippery still with some of his hot emission, against my mad, hot mount, until I felt a fire of fervent passion burn into every vein and gave down my first offering to the god of lust, mingling his overflow on my fingers with my own slim exudation.

CHAPTER II

What did it all mean; I had seen and felt effects, what caused them? I was eager to learn.

From Uncle Will? Oh no! The book! That was it! The book he had been reading on the sofa. I felt that this would tell me all.

The library case was all open except one side, which was curtained; here was the undiscovered country; but how to unlock it? I tried it every day, every time that I was alone in the library but my careful uncle carried the key in his pocket.

I was in despair, wild to know all I knew this book would teach me. One day, my Uncle Will was invited out to dine and he said good bye to me, dressed in a swallow tail. Henry, too, the colored man, asked permission to go out and I was left alone.

Locking the outer doors, I tried again to get into-the bookcase, used every key that I could find but none fitted. I was hot, the blood was surging through me with desire.

I ran to my room, stripped naked and was just about throwing myself on my bed to give myself relief, when the thought of how much more vivid my emotions would be in Uncle Will's bed, made me jump and run into his room.

How funny and foolish lust can make us; the first thing my eyes fell upon was Uncle Will's trousers thrown over a chair. I fell on my knees before the garment, whose nearness to him I envied; as they hung flat against the chair, the flap in front was open; I gazed ardently at his envelope of what I wished for and clasping my arms around the insensate cloth, buried my face between the open flap in front and tried to imagine that I was kissing the lovely tenant that dwelt there.

I pressed them to my breast and spurred by my amorous fire threw myself on the edge of the bed, and with outstretched legs clasped close to my seething slit, the opening that held that lovely engine of his, while with excited hand I rubbed my hairy mount and my fervid fancy tried to picture it, his lovely sceptre until nature came to my relief.

With wet, nerveless fingers, the trousers left my grasp, and fell to the floor. The jingle of metal aroused me. The keys The keys!

I seized the breeches and quickly from a pocket, drew the bunch of keys, cold keys to unlock hot joys!

I forgot my languor. I sprang up and in a second was at the bookcase trying key after key in the forbidden lock, the fourth accomplished my purpose and I threw open the door.

Three shelves of pretty little books and over them a painting of a charming girl, reclining naked in a chair, her arms wide open and her thighs thrown wide apart the whole domain of love spread boldly out-it was lovely, I was burning!

I snatched a book and ran to my room.

On the bed with trembling fingers, I turned pages. Picture after picture of lustful men and women in all attitudes of naked lasciviousness. I was wild!

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.

Unbuttoned! Nay, I tore them open and the splendid staff of rigid brown flesh, nestled in my plump white hand.

What a monster! My hand was hardly large enough, to surround it.

“Jerk him off, Sue”! cried Will, wild with excitement. “Put your other hand between his legs and squeeze his testicles.

How I frigged, till with a yell, he seized my hand and pushed it up and down so fast, that the enormous prick gave up the fight and bollocks swore he won the race, sending his sperm shots high over the table, over Will, upon the wall behind him, till with libidinous lips, I seized the spermatic spigot in my mouth and sucked and swallowed the last drops of pearly creamy flow.

Crazy, I sprang up to my feet, wild with desire, Will seized me, threw me back on to the sofa, pulled up my clothes, called to Charley to tongue fuck me and mounting me, stuck his own splendid shaft between my breasts and rubbed it there until the sweet sperm shot in splendid showers all over me, and my ruby lips ravished from his rosy, rampant rod, the last lovely drops of manly dew; while Charley's long and nimble tongue sucked out of my salacious slit a heavenly flow of satisfying spend.

Then, in Will's room, three naked lecherers, raged licentiously, kisses and cocks thrust here, there, everywhere; each hollow filled, each mount stormed, when Charley clutching my cunt close to his face, commenced to diddle it with his tongue, while Will behind me, pointed his prick into my arse and the two of them soon made me squirm and spend in amorous agony, when Will syringed my backside with his sperm.

Charley on fire, threw himself on his back on the sofa, holding up his royal sceptre. I knelt before it on one side, Will on the other; my lips encircled the engaging engine and my tongue tickled the radiant head.

Letting go, I held its splendid stiffness up to Will, and pushed his mouth down on it.

Oh, with what avidious vigor he sucked, till jealous, I pushed him away and tasted the teeming tidbit in my lips; then he again and then I; and share alike we sucked the sweet and solid stuff until the rich cream was carried in copious draughts and drank with gusto by him and me.

But selfish-he must have it all, for jumping up, he straddled over Charley's face and pushed his prick between his lips; the black seized it with a lecherous grasp, while my dear Will threw himself forward on Charley's belly and again seized the throbbing cock in his mouth.

What a sight to fructify the amorous avidity of anchorites! I watched with wild and wanton wriggles, those splendid strong sons of Sodom, suck with swift sensual lips, each others spigot until their bounding bums broke into an agony of lightning lunges and I knelt beside them and squeezed their teaming testicles as their throats showed the slippery sperm being swallowed in great gulps-each by the other. Flat on their backs!

But my lustful maiden slit was on the brink of bursting. I rushed to Will as he leaned his head against the sofa and spreading my slit apart, with my own fingers, pressed its heated interior to his open lips; how his lubric tongue darted in and out, tickled the outer and inner portals, sucked the rosy sentinel on top and then, mouth wide open, deep into my vagina.

This was not all the maddening spur of sensual satiety; the lewd black knelt behind me, parted with firm hands the hard cheeks of my buttocks, and pressing his mouth to the open crease, stuck his hot tongue into the tight hole of my arse, and keeping time, the two ravishing tongues rapt my soul into a sensual spending of such erotic excess, that I writhed, yelled aloud, and all my amorous glands poured down in heavenly happiness.

I swayed and staggered and would have fallen, had they not seized me and laid me tenderly on the bed, panting wildly and so weak that I could not move, except to heave my heavily laden belly.

Slowly I recovered and languidly reached out and grasped in either hand, their lovely lances.

You have had enough, Sue, said my dear Will.

But what are you going to do with those two lovely erections? I asked.

The black, grinning, turned his backside to Will, and stooping over, opened the broad cheeks with his hands.

Enough, on your knees over her! cried my excited Will, and in a minute his stiff shaft was deep in Charley's cul, while his hands reached round and frigged his big cock.

What a delicious sight! What cries of lechery came from those wanton lips, as Will's lightning lunges told that his acme was reached.

The monstrous black engine before my eyes began to spend with torrents of sperm in Will's frigging hands, until jealous, I snatched his hand away and with lubric lips, sucked the sweet semen in a wild spasm of sensuality.

It went straight to my slit. I squirmed flat on the bed.

Dear Will, just once more? And I showed him the red interior of my cunt.

He had mercy on me, his head between my legs, his lunging tongue satiates my crevice; while his sperm covered cock, splendid in its fall, stared me in the face.

Did I think of where it had just been engulfed. If I did my smutty soul cared not; for I clasped the fallen monarch in my lips and sucked it until it took a spasmodic stand and shot a farewell salute of oily ointment into my mouth; while my own dew oozed out on his dear tongue and lips, and my belly-he and I were happy!

CHAPTER IV

Death came and cut out this blissful intercourse with Uncle Will. Well one day, dead the next. I will not dwell upon it.

For months I sat alone in shadow and sadness- no thought of pleasure-wondering what of the future?

Then Uncle Will's lawyer called and handed me Will's last message.

In it he begged me not to give up to grief and that he would from the other world watch me take pleasure in the arms of other men.

He warned me that youth has fleeting and that I should indulge my senses ere age dulled their enjoyment. And he told me that he had invested $10,000 for me; advised me while young to use the interest only, and ended with grateful words for all the joys we had given each other.

The lawyer explained how the money was invested, how I could draw the interest, and I resolved to leave those apartments, fraught as they where in every nook and corner with dear Will's memory.

Gathering what I wanted in trunks, the next day I was ready to move.

Charley, sad as myself, had kept a respectful distance, but this last day as he waited on the table during my solitary dinner, I watched him with feeling, tender at first, then warmer and warmer, till the old lusts began to glow.

I was dressed in black and as I rose to go to my room, he said, Miss Sue, Massa Will hated mourning clothes, he said that if people mourned at heart, they would not want to put the advertisement of it on their backs.

He was right, I cried, and standing there before him, I tore off the cerements of woe. With the black, my white undergarments went down trembling together, and I stood naked before my brown lover.

I ran to him, clasped him in my arms and cried;

Come Charley, this last day shall be one of lust — strip! and on my knees I unbuttoned the sanctuary of my desires and my god stood forth, the stalwart idol of my sensual soul.

Soon naked, he snatched me in his arms, ran with me to my bed and on the edge he knelt between my thighs and covered my burning crack with his full sensuous lips.

Oh, the wild delight of my voluptuous nature in. tasting once again the blissful agony of clinging lips and madly working tongue; I thrilled and squirmed and heaved and spermed in delightful spasms.

Then drawing myself up on the pillow, I held my bubbies up and in their soft bed he nestled his enormous erection.

How I gloated on the throbbing beauty, as it rushed up and down; and on the glorious bursting forth of its glistening floods, until with lustful lips I snatched the swollen head and sucked a sweet libation to my belly.

How he excited me by kisses everywhere; and I, with soft hands raised the standard of sweet sport. How madly he drew my salacious slit to his lips and I, his perfect prick to mine; and each with agonizing throbs spent in the other's mouth.

Then I drank with him and read to him out of those lively books; and a third and fourth time we reached the climax of love and then-farewell!

I have never been fond of dress, as you know dear readers for I have been in undress most of the time, so two trunks contained all my possessions.

Then ready, I started out to look for some quiet boarding place.

It was warm and reaching one of the large city parks, I sat down in the shade; presently a fine looking and fashionably dressed woman of thirty, perhaps, sat down on the bench with me. After a little while we began to chat; when suddenly turning to me, she said:

My dear, you might not like to be seen talking with me, if you knew who I was. I keep a house of pleasure where lustful men and women meet and enjoy each other.

Oh! I cried, what a splendid time you must have!

So, my dear girl, you are one of us, are you? How would you like to come and live with me. Lots of nice fellows come there to get a diddle; and pay well for it, I take a third and you take the rest- what say you?

I was in a dilemma, how funny it would strike her, a virgin in a brothel, high toned, no doubt, but still a brothel.

At length I said: Madam I am afraid I would not suit, I am still a maiden.

She looked up in astonishment but finally said: Well, my dear, I don't want to seduce you! I never do that, and she started up to leave, when I stopped her.

Stop a moment please. Although a virgin, I am a very amorous woman, and have tasted pleasure with men in all ways but one, and then I told her something of my history.

My dear girl, come to my house, you will make your fortune. Lots of rich men, jaded with years of every day lasciviousness, would give double and triple the ordinary price to find themselves in the arms of a truly voluptuous maiden. None but well to do men and pleasant men visit I my house. Come, you will make lots of money and have a jolly good time.

I will! I cried, I am all alone and cannot stand it.

Come now and see how you like the house; at present I have not any girls staying permanently with me. But many bring their lovers also, and if a man calls I size him up and know just where to send for the kind of bedfellow he is looking for.

A short walk and we ascended the steps of a highly respectable looking house. A big black man servant admitted us. A long, handsomely furnished parlor and a rear room with a sumptuous bed in it.

Let us go up to my room, said Madam, and in the richly furnished boudoir on the second floor, we sat down.

What a pleasant room, I said.

Yes, said Madam, I have made some money, own the house and take pleasure in having it well fitted up. Come in here, and she led me into the back room.

This will be yours, if you remain.

It is charming, I replied.

Make yourself at home, get rid of some of your duds and come into the front room when you are ready. I want to get out of these warm clothes.

In stockings and chemise, I soon followed her. She had been expeditious, for there she lay, stark naked on the bed, a picture of licentious loveliness.

Don't be modest, my dear, she murmured.

Dropping my chemise, I threw myself beside her. The lovely woman seemed possessed of all the ardor of an amorous lover; examined every limb and rounded expanse of my firm flesh, first with soft but hot caressing hand and then with clinging lips and tickling tongue; while I, on fire, paid her back touch for touch, until excited with lewd longings, she rose to her knees and threw herself upon me, her face against my hairy home of pleasure, while I, clasping my hands around her broad buttocks, buried my head against her magnificent mount.

No dilly dallying now, but quick, lecherous lunges of two lovely tongues, swift bounding of our firm buttocks, excited heaving of two swelling bellies, and last, the delicious dying pulsations of our dual spendings, and lazy lying back of two gently throbbing bodies, brimful of blissful gratitude.

You lovely lust-laden girl! she cried, as she laid her head beside mine on the pillow, how I would like to live with you all the time, your lady-lover.

Yes! I answered, it is almost as nice as a man, hut not quite. It is sweet sport to toy with a woman's cunt, but oh, dear, how much sweeter to press and kiss that princely plaything, a man's proud prick.

You shall have one now! she exclaimed, springing to the floor: Did you notice the big black follow who let us in?

Yes, indeed, I did, he must be awful strong!

Strong? He is a young hercules and such a firm, fierce, monstrous cock, I let him fuck me whenever he wants to; I tempt him to it, and I am not ashamed to suck him either. Oh, how I would like to see you and him spending in each other's mouths!

Go fetch him, I answered.

Soon standing by the bedside she had her black hercules in her arms naked while with her hand she held out to me the biggest branch of coral I had ever seen; a princely prick, a brown and ruby masterpiece of manliest man.

Would you like a taste, my dear? she said, drawing the skin way back and holding out to me the tufted rosy cushion of its head.

I am dying to! I answered, as I grasped it, but first let me see him put it into you. In all my experience I never saw a man give a woman a bona fide fuck, and I never had, familiar as I was with other form* of lewdness.

Yours is the funniest experience that I ever came across a voluptuous virgin who has experienced all the most outre lechery and yet never even seen a genuine diddle. Come, Jim, let us enlighten her ignorance, and the voluptuous creature got on her knees, her belly over my face, as I lay against the pillow.

Oh, that luscious slit, gaping ready! But I had no time to waste on it, for Jim behind her, threw his ponderous probe between her lips within a few inches of my delighted eyes. With trembling eager hand I guided the glorious stanchion into its salacious socket.

Excited-no sentimental squeezes or tongue ticklings but bold hard straight up to the handle forcible fucking.. How the blood boiled in my veins; how my cunt cried out!

Quicker and quicker he drew it in and out; faster and faster as she worked her lubric loins; louder and louder sounded their lecherous sighs, bigger and bigger swelled the mighty shaft, until in delightful ravishment, I kissed the tilting warriors and lustfully licked them, lunging at each other.

And as the battle reached to turning front and charge followed charge so fast, I could scarce follow them, the squirming soldiers of Venus cried out to one another, inciting each other to a higher pitch of amorous agony until the black yelled! Here it goes!

And the happy woman answered: I feel it! Splendid, keep on, I am sp-en-ding! and the battled slowly calmed and the black knight sprang up and gazed lustfully upon his squirming foe.

O-h-h-! I cried out, it was enough, the happy cunt beside me on the bed sympathized.

Tickle her with your tongue, Jim!

Tickle? he tore in and out, thrust on thrust; licked lecherously and had me lunging lewdly in a minute; then throwing myself on his belly, I took the half soft cock in my mouth and with lubric lips soon hardened it.

Delicious morsel! How I enjoyed the feast of flesh of flesh, soon served me “cock a la creme.” And my cream? It seemed to me I was giving down gallons of it; so open was every pore, so relaxed every muscle, and the contented black raised his head and opening my slit with his finger, gazed down into the blood red depths covered with glistening.

CHAPTER V

So Sue Suckit finds herself a virgin harlot, happy and waiting for work.

Jim served dinner to Mrs. Luce (Lucy Luce, for that was her name) and I, and with it, served each of us with a pint of Mumms. Lucy said lewd lovers should always drink it, it banished all modesty, mock modesty and made the blood boil ready for wanton wiles.

After dinner, Lucy said: Now Sue we must fit you to some free and easy clothes, to wear round the house; something that will let your lovers get at you easy, and will add just a gusto in giving them a chance to strip you.

How is this? It belonged to a wanton wife, who, while her husband was away, spent a month with me and took her fill of fun, in every hole she had. She was about your size, try it on.

A long loose wrapper of bright crimson silk (India) and held up by two silken bands, buttoned over the shoulders. I started to pull it on over my chemise but Lucy said:

Why bother with a chemise? It is only in a man's way when he is hunting for buff and fur!

And as I stood arrayed only in my new wrapper, I laughed and answered: Well this is not any particular protection to a modest virgin: how do I look in it?

Jim won't let anybody in that he does not know and you need not bother about money; they are all gentlemen and when they leave, drop what they think their pleasure was worth in a contribution box near the door; some more, some less, but all are generous.

One-third of all the cash received is yours and with nothing to pay out, you can save it up for a rainy day, and kissing me, Lucy left.

Passing into her room, I paused in front of a mirror and fell in love with myself. I am not vain, but the picture of my plump person in this scanty clinging dress, was tempting enough to help fill that contribution box in the hall.

I threw myself on a sofa and was dozing dreamily I guess when Jim roused me.

Miss Sue, there is a gentlemen in the parlor. Madam sent him, he is a regular caller, rich and kind, but getting old. You must not push him, sometimes he will not unbutton at all, but just has his fun in frigging and kissing a girl.

I was flushed with sleep, felt lazy but lascivious.

Don't stir, Miss, you look lovely; let him see you just as you are, and he went downstairs.

A fine looking well bred man of about fifty entered.

Pardon my intruding without an introduction but Lucy said you would not mind.

Any friend of hers can be mine, if he chooses, I answered starting to rise.

Don't move, he cried, you look too delicious!

Well then, I laughed, I won't budge, look all you like, and I clasped my hands under my head.

Look-yes, with kindling eyes, but not long. On his knees beside me, he kissed my parted lips then shoulders; unbuttoned the bands and had me naked to the navel; a cry of lewd joy, eager kisses on breast and belly and then my stiff rosy nipples sucked and tickled with his tongue.

I was already heaving, when starting to my feet, he began unbuttoning my wrapper, fondling my legs and thighs, until one button remained fastened directly over my center of attraction, when raising his head:

Finish! he cried, and I myself unfastened the last bond and my hairy mount was naked to his gaze.

Heavenly! he cried, and yet a virgin; I cannot believe it! And his eager hand clasped the shaded hill and exploring finger sought an entrance to the cave beneath:

You are! he cried in loud and lewd delight.

A virgin still, a hot and amorous virgin! And lifting a leg over his head, he knelt between my wide stretched thighs and pressed his face against my quivering cunt; buttocks tight held, his lips with well schooled knack licked, then madly thrust its full length into my quivering sheath.

Shoots of heat flashed through me, I panted, sighed and squirmed and with faint squeals my trembling lips told him how happy his hot caresses made me.

You did it splendid, I cried, I can't wait. Give it to me fast, and as he passed his arms under me and grasped my buttocks in his hands, I heaving wildly, threw my thighs up on his shoulders and wound them round his neck; until the lightning lunges set the lava loose and I spent in heavy heaves upon his expert tongue.

A moment of soft sighs and then thrown back against the sofa's arms, he kneeled across my chest.

With quivering hands I pulled apart his trousers and held his long thick but time enfeebled cock in willing hands; played softly with it and the flabby sack and as its happy head began to rise seized the still red bulb in my eager lips.

What is it suck hard; it is stiffening, you are doing splen-d-i-d, my dear, your hot breath gives me heavenly rapture there-you lovely sucker- there it comes.

I gulped down the garnered sweets of those aged but still spermy testicles.

Rising naked, I bathed myself and then his withered member.

I don't like the feel of your clothes, I said.

Undress me then, he answered, and standing up, I took off garment after garment, kissing each part as I bared it; until he quivered under my hot lips. I liked it as much as he did, and when stark naked he threw himself back on the sofa, and made me roll, naked on the floor, turn and twist in every position my hot instincts and his spurring suggestions could invent; until he picked me up and leaning back against the sofa end, pulled me up on my knees before him and pressed my hot slit to his lips.

Oh, ravishing tongue, I can't wait; and with lascivious heaves, I spent deliriously.

As there panting, he gloated over me, I saw his pintle stiffer than before:

Let me eat it, I cried.

He ran over to the mantle and seized a candle, then handing it to me, he presented his big bum, and leaning over; Put it in my cul, that's it, shoot it further in. See? and as he rose up straight, his prick was stiffer than it had been yet.

Oh, I cried, a man's cock would be better than a candle!

Indeed it would, he answered, I will bring some nice stiff-cocked young fellow with me some day, and kneeling over me, my lips and tongue began to tickle, taste and munch his staff, while keeping time, I plunged the candle up and down his cul.

He quivered and shook in wild abandonment to his excited lusts, until my mouth and throat were slippery with a spending that would have done credit to a young and virile man. This novel method and the sight of his enjoyment inflamed me.

He pulled out the candle, pushed me over the end of the sofa and knelt before my broad backside, kissing the cheeks and even tilting his tongue in its crevice, till I wriggled wildly under his lascivious touches.

Then the slippery candle entered the narrow passage was urged gently in, until nearly its whole length was embedded in my arse and his strong arms lifted me up and strained my smutty sheath to his smuttier lips.

Tongue and candle thrust together, faster and faster, I could not hold back but spent copiously, but too quickly!

Don't take them out, I cried, let me catch my breath; I want another-I went off too soon! And his gentle lapping lips and tongue soon recovered me.

First softly his tongue wedged in, then a gentle in and out motion of my wax prick; then faster each, until my heaving belly and wriggling bum told him I was ready for his swiftest friction, and he gave it to me fast, hot and deep, and my spending soul threw my tired body into a nervous faint. He carried me to my bed, frightened at my limpness.

I am all right! I murmured, it was too much-too much happiness! And with a weak motion, I laid my head down in his lap, as he sat on the edge of the bed, and kissed his dear old prick.

As I turned, the candle still in my cul, made itself felt; so rolling on my belly, I asked him to take it out, and the lewd fellow did so with his teeth.

He bathed me and got me a fairy draught of brandy and soon I lay languid and content upon my bed, while he dressed, kissed me, and promising to come soon again, left, and I fell asleep.

CHAPTER VI

When I awoke, Lucy was sitting by my bedside.

You lovely lewd little devil! she said, embracing me, how do you feel? You must not go it so-strong; here, take another drink of brandy.

I did. I feel all right now; all ready for another, I cried, and lay back with outstretched legs. But how did you know what I had been doing? I asked.

When I came in, she answered, Jim was scrubbing the side of the parlor door and floor; I knew it did not need cleaning and asked him what he was doing it for and he told me that he had been watching you and your old lover. He told me all about your smutty pranks and how he had to jerk himself off twice as your lewd actions excited him so.

It was his own mess that he was cleaning away and as he told me all the details, the black rascal's prick got stiff again and he gave me a splendid diddle while you slept.

Later in the day I went out for a walk.

Returning, Lucy let me in and as I entered, I saw she was as bare as Eve when the apple eaten Adam knew her, and shot the embronic Cain into her womb.

Come in, she whispered. Two nice fresh young fellows, just ready for a diddling dance. She spoke truly.

Two pink and white lovely lads of nineteen or twenty, bare as Lucy was, and as I was two minutes later, when I knelt beside her and guided each in turn into her fortunate crevice.

Now taste her, boys! and the first one's tongue brought down my lewd libation; then stiff, he knelt before my face and I devoured the rosy red, while number two was feasting my still spasmodic slit with nimble tongue.

And when the first feat of nuts was cracked and I had devoured the luscious oily meat, the other quickly followed and soon stored away in me a second sweet sumptuous shower of sperm.

Lucy vowed that I had robbed her and laughing I swore that she would not forgive me till I had restored her lovers to the same rampant state in which I had found them.

What a pretty picture it must have been as she watched our, three fresh young bodies, writhing in each other's arms, as with all the amorous arts I knew, I raised again their juicy tidbits, while they with equal ardor gave me back, caresses, touch and taste, tit for tat.

Oh, it was lovely watching a genuine fuck, where the man and the woman both are touched with the erotic fire; how I gloated over them, as each in turn diddled the lewd Lucy to a delightful dancing.

How languid at last upon the sofa, she incited with voluptuous suggestions our amorous play, as we three younger ones lay entwined together in the bed, bringing each other to the bashful drink, then holding back, prolonging the soft bliss, until both pretty pistols were at full cock, one aimed at narrow cul, one in my eager mouth; the delicious duel was fought and round after round of amorous ammunition poured into me, till the barrels empty, our lithesome lovers laid us side by side on the couch's edge and sucked and tongued two happy cunts to sweet contentment.

After dinner alone with Lucy, she told me that she was going to solace a friend of hers who was compelled to keep to his room with a broken leg; “but that I probably would not spend the afternoon without spending, as another friend of hers had written that he was coming to see her, and she had left a note on the table asking him to take me as a substitute, and she ended by saying:

I guess Sue, he will teach you a new wanton wrinkle, but she would not explain.

Sure enough, along in the afternoon, a caller to whom Jim handed Lucy's note, and I was summoned to the parlor. Another middle aged man.

My dear, must we commence by being formally polite?

Not if you don't want to, I answered, and broke the ice by sitting on his lap.

You are a girl after my own heart, he cried, and with wanton hands and kisses, he had soon covered every part of me he could get at.

Turning me over on my belly, he exposed my broad buttocks. What a lovely plump arse, he cried. How I lust to see its creamy whiteness flash into a rosy red.

I had no idea what he was after.

Go and fetch what you will find in that long lower drawer. What I found was a long limber bunch of twigs, bound together.

I had no chance to ask for an explanation. He snatched the switch from me threw me on my knees on the sofa and flung my clothes over my head.

What heavenly buttocks, he cried. And kissed them both, but eager in his lust, stood up, and them in stinging blows on my backside, wriggled me to an understanding of his intent.

Ouch! You hurt! I cried, as he hit me a second and third blow, harder than the first.

You will like it shortly, frig yourself! And soon the blows came hard, tingling my blood into a fervor, and my buttocks into bounding billows.

Shooting fire seemed flashing in my veins and centering its ardor in my virgin cunt. I opened my legs wider and frigged myself with fervid fingers.

I do like it! I cried. It is lovely, whip me as hard as you like, and harder and harder and faster came the blows on my smarting bum; and harder and faster frigged my fingers until, crying out with pleasure, I let loose my love lava and lay squirming on my belly.

A minute only, he stood erect, handed me the birchen blessing, dropped his breeches, rolled up his shirt and bade me whip him hard.

He had not spared me, I did not him, but doled out cut after cut as heavy as I could give them.

Splendid! Harder! And as I kept at it, he grasped his excited prick in his hands and frigged it, keeping time with the whip.

His buttocks danced dizzily back and forth! my blows and his rubs were lost in quick momentum, and the well spurred seed sprang out in vaulting cascade, until he shouted sensually, and throwing me on my back, made me suck out the final drops of venereal balm.

As we rested, my head on his naked lap, he told me many outre ways in which he reached the heights of lechery, and seemed to give the palm to two men sucking each other, while being whipped by a woman.

Are you squeamish about your fellow being white? I asked.

No, indeed! he answered. The loveliest, largest, juiciest pricks that I have ever sucked, were those of black men, and their full sensual lips have a stronger suction than those of their white brethren.

His cock was standing stiff against my face. I sprang up, ran out and found the dusky Jim; as usual he had been peeping and was prepared in brown nakedness and stiffly standing spear to play the role of Sodom to our caller's Gomorrah.

Seething with sensual excitement, I seized his prick and pulled him by it into the arena. Like gladiators, they found each other, standing each, lance in rest.

One, two, three! I cried, giving each a stinging lash with the whip, and with a lustful yell they closed, writhed in each other's arms like athletes in a wrestling match, then jutting out their bellies, each seized his own prick and handling it like a foil in fencing, rubbed them together, tilted at each other, stabbed each other, until the cream, like gore, began to shoot, when rolling on the floor, heads and heels, their salacious mouths sucked frantically at each other's sperming spigots, while I, dancing with delight, flogged with all my might first one and then the other bum, until two of the flabbiest pricks that I had even seen, rested from their labors “put to sleep” as they say in the prize ring.

My slit was not asleep, I can assure you; my heaving arse caught our visitor's eyes. He grabbed me and pushed my belly to Jim's face, as he leaned against the bed; his tongue was thrust into my seething slit, while snatching up the switch, my white lover laid the lashes on my buttocks so hot and stinging, that in a minute I was spending: deliriously into Jim's mouth.

My ardent cries and wanton wriggles soon brought the gladiators to time for another round.

Flat on my back, Jim glued his mouth to my slit;. while his reviving prick pierced my lips and the vivacious old visitor on his knees behind Jim's buttocks, buried his cock in his arse.

It made the black pecker swell proudly, filling: my mouth with a “horn of plenty.” And then with sweet shots of splendid spending, while I paid him back by letting flow my floods into his close pressed lips and in thrusting tongue-and I could see our visitor working wildly, then languidly in Jim's backside, causing the pogo in my mouth to jump and swell at every thrust, till the last muscular contractions in our three smutty bodies, left us limp but satisfied, gasping in a lewd group upon the floor.

CHAPTER VII

How much did you think I made, I, the voluptuous virgin, in the first month that I lived with Madam Lucy?

Five hundred dollars over and above all my expenses; and bought and had given to me, many lovely dresses and jewels.

Lucy was worldly wise and made me put the money in the bank at interest, and the second month I did even better as I did much outside work among those supposedly respectable lecherers, who would not be seen in a house of pleasure; but in the seclusion of one of their homes, love to snuggle in a wanton woman or stiff-cocked lad, and take their fill of pleasure at their ease.

I must tell you about two of my outside carousals, one lay and one clerical.

Lucy handed me a note one day. It said: Send your voluptuous virgin to my house tonight, quietly; I send a hundred dollars for yourself and if the frisky maiden is all that I could desire I will keep her for a week and pay her better than she was ever paid before.

Tonight at six, remember; for your picture of her lewd self has raised the god of concupiscence, ready to receive solace in her salacious mouth.

When my dear Lucy explained that Herbert Spencer was a rich bachelor of fifty, addicted to young boys, but who now and then for a change, liked to wallow in the arms of a woman as licentious as himself, and ending, said: I would probably find him accompanied by one or two young fellows, the present partners of his buggering lust.

Nothing daunted, I agreed to go, and just as it grey dark, rang the bell of a fine house and was admitted by a big Irish footman. Soon Mr. Spencer entered the reception room, bowed and seated himself somewhat in the shade, while I was in the glare of the light in a big lounging chair.

Madam Lucy did not tell me your name.

Call me Sue, I answered.

She said you were a maiden?

You can judge for yourself, I answered, and jumping up a knee on each arm of the chair, I leaned way back and lifted up my skirts as high as they would go.

My God! Lovely and lewd! And my new lover was on his knees before the altar and passionately exploring my virgin vagina.

I started and he following, must have had a good sight of my agile legs and bottom, as I went bounding up the steps two or three at a time. At the top, his arm was about my naked waist and leading me to a mirror he began to denude me.

As soon as he had stripped me, with a glad cry, he rushed onto me, but I dodged him.

No, sir, I cried, I like the contact of naked flesh to flesh, and so off went his coat and vest, and as he was eagerly pulling off his shirt, I on my knees, unfastened his trousers, and they fell to his knees* leaving his lovely long lance, a lewd cross for me to worship, as I knelt. My prayers were short, for Spencer was ready to spend.

Our first revel shall be with hands alone, he cried, so that our lustful eyes may gloat on one another's spending spasms.

And on the bed, half reclining, facing each other, he grasped my cunt and I his staff and with sweet harmony of joyful jerks and frenzied frigging, I soon bedewed his ardent hand with diddling dew, while his hot sperm flew high in the air on me-on him, and lay in little shiny pools on the bed.

Panting we clutched each other's forms and slimy as we were, tasted and kissed the wanton engines of desire-wanton, yet, after their first glad gifts to one another's ardent lust.

Then ample ablutions and prurient posing.

How his eyes glistened as with voluptuous abandon, I threw myself upon the floor and rolled and wound myself in well-exposing antics.

I danced in Bacchic fury, incited by his glad cries of voluptuous satisfaction; until he sprang up and holding out his rampant prick said:

Sue, see it is dying to be sucked in those sweet lips!

And this, I cried, opening wide my slit, is dying to be tasted by your tongue.

On a soft Turkish rug, heads to heels again, our eager mouths made merry with each other's cock and cunt. Soft kisses on each inch of lustful flesh, lewd licking of soft tongues and lewder lungings, when skirmishing ending, the battle raging, hot lips sucked and hot tongues fucked, until in dissolving agony, our fingers sought the only openings in our reach and added to our fire with agile penetration.

Both expert by experience and voraciously voluptuous by nature, our teeming wantons wrapt each other's souls into a paradise of maddest spending.

You are a Venus and a Satyr rolled into one! he cried, as he sat up and gazed at my quivering charms. The cup is only poisoned by the thought, that only for a week can I have you with me, for at the end of that time I shall sail away. Promise me to fill the cup to brimming while we are together!

And on his slimy spear, I set my seal.

If all the women had been like you, I should never have acquired my taste for Sodomy, he continued, as after bathing, he drew me onto his lap. I suppose you are disgusted with such practices?

No, I am not! I answered, nothing in sensual sensations disgusts me, I really enjoy tasting the manly morsel of a juicy prick; why should not men have the same enjoyments?

You lovely, smutty virgin-and you won't run away if I take half the stiffs of those fresh young fellows I have got staying with me?

No, indeed I won't! I answered, we will be partners in priapian pleasures. But where are they? I asked.

They will be home late this evening, I will not let them know that you are here until they come into the room tonight, naked, for a soiree in Sodom. Come, my dear, let us have a bath, and he started to ring the bell, then paused:

I forgot about Pat! he cried.

Who's Pat? I asked.

The Irishman who let you in.

Is he another of your harem? I asked laughing.

Yes, he is, Sue, he is blessed with the biggest, firmest pego I ever handled. If you are not too tired, you shall make his acquaintance now.

Tired? I never get tired, till I faint dead away; but there is no danger of that now, I am as fresh as a virgin whose hands have been tied all night, to keep her from frigging.

Herbert laughed loud, and lewdly groped me. Ringing the bell, he called to Pat through the tube to bring up a bottle of wine, and on the sofa, he held me naked in his lap. A knock and Pat entered.

We have been exhausting each other, Pat. Pour out two heaping bumpers and take one yourself.

The wine and the stalwart Celt put me on fire.

Now Pat, this lady is a virgin but a connoisseur in cocks, she says she has never seen an Irish specimen. Just go into the next room and strip and come back and let her see Paddy's prick!

In three minutes the naked giant entered.

Walk right up, said Herbert.

Heavens! I cried, what a monster Erin go bragh! and my eager hand could scarce encompass the royal sceptre of the house of Ireland.

See Pat, said Herbert, holding up my thighs, she is a virgin but hot as hell! Let me see you and her eat each other, and he pushed me into the arms of this big, fat Irish bull.

He was not bashful but picked me up and gave me the hug of a bear, rubbed his ponderous prick against my slit, between my bum and bubbies, when crazy with lust, I threw myself upon the monstrous sceptre and grasped it in my lips; with a yell he seized my bounding buttocks and buried his head between my legs.

Oh, the hot lipping and tonguing he gave my slit, while my overstretched lips were racing up and down upon that tremendous staff of coral, big and found as my wrist, and my hands were full of his hairy bollocks of this lively son of Priapus.

I could not contain myself, my agile loins worked fast in melting agony and my hot lips kept time with them, till spending gloriously, I sucked into me a volume of sperm, that ere I had half finished, strangled me and I squirmed away, gasping and panting, when the lecherous Herbert threw himself upon the Celtic athlete and seized the still spouting spigot in his mouth, while Pat, not backward, seized his master's legs and the two stalwart forms were shaking and spending in sodomitic satiety, while I rolled close to them and squeezed their teeming testicles.

Herbert cried a halt at this, and the veil of decency was drawn to give the actors refreshment for the night.

Dave and George, the handsome young “nephews” came home to dinner, and were surprised to be joined at the table by a handsome woman. I say handsome because their admiring glances left me no doubt, that they so thought me.

As we left the table, Herbert took me to his room, and laid me naked on the edge of the bed. The boys had gone to theirs.

Quickly he went for them and naked together, the three entrancing sons of Priapus entered and stood gloating over my glowing charms.

Kisses from three mouths and frigging from six hands made my belly heave and my hot slit pucker.

Herbert threw his head down on a pillow directly under my bottom and grabbing Dave, pulled him down on his knees and seized the fresh young cock in lecherous lips, while I grasped the boy's head and pulled his lips down on my fevered gap.

He grabbed me wildly and thrust in his tongue. It was heavenly, the skillful mouthing of his excited erection spurred him to tireless thrusts of his red organ and vivid kissing of his fresh full lips.

It was delicious. My lovers could not speak; their mouths had more fruitful work, so mine made up for their silence in smutty words of satisfaction, in sighs and screams and pants until I grabbed the curly head of my new lover and spent in his mouth, clutched tight and driving me crazy with its wild tongue lunges.

As Dave rose, his languid lazy pintle showed it had lost its starch and Herbert, licking his own lips, showed where it had gone.

With a cry of joy, George took the vacant place and his wild tongue thrusts thrilled me to fresh dancing; he was too hot to dilly dally, but with a frantic fervor soon licked and tickled my hot belly to a wanton waltz and as I raised my head, I saw his plump young arse wriggling deliciously and knew that Herbert's lips were playing a lewd tune on the boy's fresh flute.

I lay panting between my pretty boys, when Herbert turned me over on my belly and sent his-superheated cock into my backside. Quickly the boys reversed themselves, with heads close to this-storming of my buttock bastion, which brought their pretty peckers close to my face and on them I vented with hot lips, the lustful fires engendered by Herbert's rutting ram.

He finished first, and then I fell frantic on our tender tidbits. I would kiss, he would taste, first one then the other, and down on them our eager mouths sped fast from one sweet strawberry to its mate and soon we shared the sweet, sticky essence of each throbbing prick in a lewd partnership of enthralling sucking.

The amorous Herbert, when tingling touches had renewed each coral shaft, a juicy tidbit, made George stand leaning forward, and I on knees, engulfed in happy mouth his brick topped tool, and Herbert's tool was buried in his cul, while Dave erect, stood straddled over George, his luscious cock thrust forward into Herbert's mouth.

How I wish I could have a picture of this sodomitic group, and of my panting agony, when they all three spent their sweets and had thrown me down upon a settee, bound my arms down and legs stretched wide as they would open, each tongue in turn sucked hard and deep and fast and thrust with telling thrills its hot length into my cunt; while agile fingers penetrated my arse till three times I spent in delirious delight, once in each clinging mouth.

Resting the athletic Pat appeared stark naked, and served us each with a goblet of sparkling wine. As he stood before me, I gently fondled his regal rooster, one of the king pins of my smutty life.

Unselfish, I held it up to Herbert: The feast is spread, I said.

You gracious girl, I know you want it yourself.

Of course I do, I answered. You dine on it first and I will sup on it later.

Herbert's staff again was stalwart, and he and I were quickly on the floor feasting on their favorite viands, raw, manly flesh and creamy albumen, while I made George get down behind the happy Herbert and plug his cul with a stiff young shaft, till three cocks crowed loud to the music of three madly moving bums, and sodomitic sperm shot and was sucked.

I seized the ready Dave and rolled with him on the bed, danced with him over the resting lechers, until his pretty prick was throbbing and in amorous agony we clutched each other's buttocks and with our ardent lips drew out each other's amorous stores.

When the week was passed, leaving this place of Sodom, I was a perfect picture of too-much-of-a-good-thing, and had to swear off totally for two weeks. But my bank account was increased by three five hundred dollar bills.

Worshipping Priapus seems to pay in more ways than one.

CHAPTER VIII

And now my last lunges at Madam Lucy's were ecclesiastic. She brought me a letter she had just received one day, after I had rested and was wiggling again, and said:

This is from a priest I know, Father Michael; he and Father Daniel have charge of a small church downtown and live alone in a small house in its rear.

They do a good deal of good, but are young, strong and lusty and have need to get rid of their amorous juices once in a while, so as to be able to feel right.

They disguise themselves and come to see me but for some time they have been doing penance by abstaining from lusts of the flesh. The penance ends tonight and they wanted me to come down and celebrate it with them; asked me to stay two days while the church is closed for some reason or other.

I answered that business was too brisk for me to leave, but that I know a lovely maiden who would give them all the fire they wished; their reply came by telegraph a few minutes ago. It says:

“Send M… tonight at seven, stay two days, ring rectory bell.”

Will you go and ease these two poor celebatas?

If course I will, I answered, and in the dark, at seven, I mounted the steps of a small brick house and rang. A stalwart young priest appeared.

From Madam Lucy, was all I said, and a strong arm pulled me in, locked the door and its owner looked at me as if he would eat me up.

I am Michael, Daniel is in his room. We drew lots and you fell to me first.

Come! and turning out the gas he picked me up in his strong arms and ran upstairs with me, thrusting his hand up between my legs and feeling me. He exclaimed:

A maiden, sure, by all that's holy!

In his room he seated me on his bed. Adam and Eve, my dear, he said, and in a moment we held each other's naked bodies at arms length and were drinking in with lustful eyes, each other's naked charms.

It was as fine a fellow as ever stripped before me and as amorous as a anchorite's life could make a voluptuous man.

How passionately he threw himself upon me, and with hands and kisses, roved over each rounded hillock and explored each warm ravine, until I returned his kisses and his touches and had the beautiful cushion of his god of love pressed to my lips.

With a lascivious cry he raised me up and on the bed we tasted with hungry lips the new and juicy objects of our lust, till the excitement of a first possession sent sweltering sweets to quell the amorous storm.

A minute to get breath and then he led me to Father Daniel's room and shoved me in. A twin to Father Michael lay stretched all naked on the bed.

My dear girl, have mercy, I cannot wait; you are lovely, come! Holding up the rosy rooster to crow, and in a minute he did crow loud in sweet spurts of hot sperm.

Then all three in one room, danced, kissed, groped, rolled in one heap of heaving, wanton flesh, until I snatched the rigid rod of Michael in my lips, the stately staff of Daniel pierced my upraised buttocks and both together, shot their shafts, while Daniel's rapid rubs made spend my ever ready slit.

Three times each proud prick tilted to a teeming rest, and three times I went off; then all went to sleep, me sandwiched in between them.

When I awoke the sun was streaming in and softly leaning up, I gazed down upon the handsome forms of my sleeping stallions. Gently my hands sought their priapian playthings, and gently frigging fetched them both to fierce erection.

They woke and thrusting me back against the pillow, knelt before me with proudly ponderous pricks.

I will breakfast on you, one after the other, I said, who is in the biggest hurry?

I am! cried Michael, I cannot wait, and I devoured greedily the already throbbing column and wasted not a drop of its warm essence; then I took a second breakfast on the jumping, juicy cane of Father Daniel.

Our more substantial breakfast followed our dressing and we wandered into the deserted church and presently were reclining on the cushions in the chancel, drinking sweet sacramental goblets of wine, emptying them not once but often, until we alt jumped up, stripped naked, and ledged each other in a final bumper.

Frisky, we writhed all three together, lips and hands stimulating each carnal part. An idea struck me.

Let us lay a venereal offering on the altar.

The drunken priests assented and making Father Michael stand upright, I knelt beside him, one arm round his waist and with my right hand, frigged his priestly prick, till high in the air flew the hot oil, straight upon the altars' polished top and then he pressed his pego to my lips and I sucked out the oozing remnant. Then Father Daniel's seething cock was raised before the shrine and he, too, sent spurting high, a sacrifice of hot semen.

Seizing me, wriggling, they lifted me upon the altar and made me dance a can can there, till mad with these wild scenes, I knelt upon it, leaning back till my head most touched my heels, and they in quick succession sucking my squirming slit, till I spent twice, and a living sacrifice, lay panting on my back.

Recovering, they made me pose upon this stage in all the lewdness attitudes I could think of, when their tipsy licentiousness, blinding them to all sacrilege, they seized me on their shoulders and carrying me to where a life size crucifix was erected, made me embrace the wooden image of the naked Christ, tight hugged to breast and belly, arms and legs thrown round, I worked my bum in a pretended diddle.

This frenzied them and in the middle of the chancel, one might probe me in the mouth and one in cul, they both at once shot into me great streams of holy oil.

We dined and were so tired with our labors that we went to bed in the afternoon and woke up in the middle of the night.

I was roused by having both their hands playing with my pussy.

We were wide awake and fresh again, and rising, lit the gas.

What next? I asked.

Flagellation! said Father Daniel and from a shelf he took a bunch of birchen rods.

We must punish each other for sacrilege, here! handing me the rods. Whip me! and he stood erect, hands clasped to head.

First tickling taps upon his ivory arse, then harder, faster, until it grew red, while his big prick stood stiffer than ever before.

Folg me as hard as you can lay it on, he cried and with an avalanche of vigorous blows his buttocks squirmed, his monstrous staff began to swell and in an instant the sperm came shooting out, jet after jet, until he threw me down on a cushion and made me suck the final spasms of his lust.

Michael himself jumped up on a pedestal, where stood a full sized figure of the Virgin Mary, clad in some silken stuff, and pulling up the dress, the lewd priest pressed his prick against the carved belly, and while I flogged his heaving bum, deflowered the holy virgin with his spouting sperm.

Reclining together, we rested and told each other smutty stories, until both my hands were filled with mighty “hards.” I sprang up and ran away from them, down one aisle and up another, vaulting over benches and up into the gallery, where stiff-cocked Daniel thought he had cornered me.

But I climbed over the rail and clasping the post with my arms and thighs, slid down out of his reach.

Have not I got a big stick between my legs now? I cried and began to work my buttocks as if the pillar was my lover, until the real lover climbed over and slid down the column, belly out, until the bum rested in the cushions of my breasts and his fierce prick opposite my face was seized and hotly sucked by Sue's sperm loving lips.

A strong ten foot cross, stood in one of the side chapels; with standing spear, Father Mike placed himself upon it, supported by his arms thrown over the cross beams-a living image of the crucifixion, more truly so, when I played Mary Magdalen and knelt at the cross' foot and kissed his feet, legs, thighs-until reaching his belly, I clasped his buttocks in my arms and standing, sucked his stiff, sperm laden staff.

The next day I left these fine priapian priests, they loaded me with presents, but the one I valued most was a foot long ivory crucifix, carved by the artistic Father Daniel, which represented the hanging victim with fave agony, not of death but sensual with lewdness, tongue stuck out, stiff, while from the naked belly jutted a pretty little ivory cock and balls, in firmest stand and colored to life.

I have got the pretty image on a shrine over my bed to this day.

CHAPTER IX

Three months of life like this, my days and nights crowded with delicious but debilitating delight, brought me to the warm June, fagged but fervent as ever.

One morning as I lay listless upon the lounge, after a wild night Lucy and I had spent with four fresh and frisky young students from Yale College, who had stopped over in New York for a razzle dazzle on their way home.

Lucy eyed me sharply and presently said:

Sue, you must take a rest. Some women can live a lively life year in and year out without its telling on them, because they are passive, take all that is given them but give back little themselves. You are not that kind. You go into it head over heels and exhaust yourself as completely as do your lovers.

They take a rest but you have been steady at your favorite sport and giving down your enervating spendings, until now there are black rings under your eyes, you are getting thin and see how your hand trembles!

I tried to laugh it off but ended in a fit of nervous tears.

There, there, dear girl, you are all right and with a little rest, will be as lewd and lively as ever. I have been in the same fix myself and always shut up shop and go into the country for a change, walk and ride, eat and sleep and leave amorous amusements alone, until I am fresh and frisky again and ready to raise roosters and dance with them, as lively as ever.

I know a farmer and his wife who live in a cozy little cottage over in Jersey, where you can stay for a month or so and recuperate. I saw you would need a rest and wrote to them, and you shall start this very day.

You kind woman! I cried, and threw myself into her arms, I guess you are right, I will go.

There is another thing, my dear, you have not paid the slightest attention lately to money matters.

Attention? Why, I had not even thought of money matters the last month.

Have you an idea, my dear, how much you have earned with your pretty person?

No more than the man in the moon! I answered. You must learn to be more practical, she said, pleasure is all right but rainy days, sickness, a hundred things may happen; one grows older every day; prick pressing won't always pay, and one would be in a das fix without money. Going to the bureau, she took out a memorandum book, I have kept account of every dollar in that “contribution box.” Your share amounts to over three thousand dollars for the time you have been here.

It cannot be true! I cried in astonishment.

It is true, my dear; our patrons are nearly all wealthy and you have pleased them so that they have paid generously. I have regularly set aside your share and deposited in my book, in my name as trustee for you. But as you are going away, it is best that you should go there with me and have the account transferred to your name, and we did, and that afternoon, when trunk expressed, I bid the dear woman a warm good bye and started for the depot, I carried a bank book in my pocket that showed that Sue Suckit had a credit in the Excelsior Bank of $3482.75, all earned by a poor little lonesome maiden in a great city.

Being the only passenger alighting at the little wayside station, Farmer Hoyt had no trouble in recognizing his new boarder, and a twenty minute drive brought me to an old fashioned farmhouse, out on a country road, and Mrs. Hoyt made me welcome and at home in a neat little bedroom.

My host and hostess were plodding, pleasant, quiet people, always on the lookout for my comfort and urging me to eat, and drink milk and walk, until in two weeks, as I stood naked before the glass, fixing my hair, I could find no rings under my eyes and my figure was plumpier and rosier than ever.

Had I forgotten amorous dalliance? Far from it, I simply avoided temptation and when alone in bed, yearning as I nightly did, for a good hot frig, I clenched my teeth and clutched the bedclothes in my hands, to keep from clutching my itching little slit.

I saw few people and so had few temptations.

The quiet but robust Farmer Hoyt, I often caught casting a furtive glance at my bare neck or half exposed leg, as I lay in the hammock, but he was bashful and I resolved not to tempt him or myself, but also resolved that before I left, I would find out what he was made of.

The neighbors, like my hosts, were all farmers, and the houses all old fashioned except one good sized, modern mansion about a quarter of a mile away.

This, I learned was owned by a well to do New York bachelor of fifty, named Robert Slocum, who came out there quite often for a rest from city business and turmoil.

And one day as Mrs. Hoyt and I sat on the front piazza, two horsemen galloped by, touching their hats to my hostess.

That is Mr. Slocum and his nephew and heir, Harry Hilton, who is just back from travelling in Europe and India.

The fleeting glance left the impression of the elder as a fine, well preserved and kind looking man! I am half afraid to give you my impression of Harry Hilton, for fear you would think me as sentimental as you know me to be sensual.

Suffice to say that Harry (as I have good reason now to call him) was a well developed and handsome man, five years my senior perhaps.

After that, I often met him in my walks; he did not speak or bow even as I glanced up, his eyes were fixed on me with a bold boyish frankness of admiration, and I, Sue Suckit, resting from the most outre sensuality, blushed at his gaze.

Back of the meadows was a high wooded hill, whose apex was a grassy knoll.

What a delightful spot that must be up there? I said to farmer Hoyt one morning.

Yes, he said, I've been up there two or three times, it is a nice view but quite a pull up and people rarely visit it.

I feel so full of energy again, I am going to try it. If I don't come back in time for supper, you will know that I am lost and come after me, and off I started.

It was a good pull, as he had said and when I reached the treeless top, I was pretty well winded, but spying in a hollow in the rocks where recent rains had left a limpid pool of water in the shade, I bathed my hot face in it. Then I thought how nice it would be to bathe in it.

Flat on my back, I threw myself on the grassy mound and gazed up at the blue empyrean. I was thinking of my amorous life, soft sensual sentiment spurred me on. Who could see me here, I was as much alone as a Robinson Crusoe.

I jumped up and in a moment stood a naked dryad; then on my back upon the soft turf, I lay with open arms and legs, like that nymph of old, deflowered by the sun and god Apollo. And Apollo was there! A rustle in some bushes near me, and Harry Hilton stood, also naked, gazing down upon me with the same look that had often made me blush.

A minute of paralyzed staring; then I tried to rise, with an instinctive feeling that I must fly away; but he it was, flew straight to me, knelt between my legs, looked down an instant upon his voluptuous victim, then flat on my belly, breast to breast, his lips stopping the protest I fain would plead, and then that ruby sceptre parted the portals of my still maiden crevice and…

My charming girl! he cried, as he raised his lips a moment: A virgin!

Not another word but stifling whatever denying words I could have uttered, his stiff resistless spear was urged with frantic thrusts up to the very hilt and I, at last, lay ravished under him!

Ravished with delight to be a full fledged woman, ravished to have so lovely a lover ravish me. And as the thrilling thrusts grew hot and furious and his proud staff was swelling in me, with its load of love, I clasped him frantically with arms and legs and cried to him:

My darling lover, don't mind its hurting. It is heavenly! Until the lightning lunges sent the spermy showers up my virgin womb and I was truly ravished with their swelling sweets.

We lay in silent rapture, how long I know not.

Then he rose and fetching water from the pool bathed me and held me tenderly in his arms.

My dear girl! I loved you from the first day that I saw you. I will marry you today, if you will have me!

No, no! I love you! I cried, but if you knew what I have been, you would despise me.

Then I frankly wrenched the truth out of my lips.

I did not spare myself but pictured to him the sensual maiden I had been.

As I finished, he stood, a naked Adonis, gazing down upon me.

My dear girl, my education and my nature have left me without a taint even of worldly prejudice.

My virgin offering was taken by my aunt; I spent a year at sea with six sodomitic sailors. I lived in Paris and ran riot in its most licentious lusts. I have used and abused both man and woman in every form of lechery and have been used and abused by them.

We have both been frank; I want no conjugal fidelity; I want you to love me better than all others, but want you to be as free as air, to follow lascivious designs with other men, as I with other women. I am free to do as I choose and will marry you in yonder church this very day.

Will you have me?

How I kindled with happiness. I rose to my knees, and throwing my arms around him, as he stood there naked, pressed my hot lips in ardent kisses on his thighs and belly and oa the princely prick that raised its splendid shaft of alabaster close to my face.

With a frantic clutch he raised me to my feet and on his knees, paid back my kisses on belly, thighs and slit, until no longer able to linger on the brink, he laid me flat on the grass and on me, lip to lip, breast to breast, belly to belly arms interwoven and my legs clutched found his waist, his splendid cock was thrust into my still smarting cunt and fucked me into an agony of such delicious spending that all sensual delights I had experienced paled like stars before the rising sun.

As we lay resting, forgetful of the world, he made me relate my erotic experiences, his head pillowed on my inner thigh and mine on his; our hands in sweet possession of each other's charms, until I held a proud and pulsating prick and pressed upon its ruby head a hot lipped kiss.

Quickly he gathered my thighs up in his arms and buried his face against the newly opened slit, while I with equal ardor grasped his lovely cock in lewd and loving lips, as we, two children of lust, in full face of high heaven and glowing in the glorious sunlight, drew from each other a sweet and satisfying oblation of celestial cream.

Resting and caressing, he led me tired but happy, down the opposite side of the hill, and across fields to where a little white church spire pointed to heaven, and into the parsonage, where a stiff and stately clergyman (I wondered what he would say if he had seen us there upon the hilltop half an hour before) his wife as witness, went through the ritual that made it-Mr. and Mrs. Harry Hilton, who presently emerged from the door and wended their happy way down the road.

He left me at my farmhouse and told me that he would tell his Uncle Robert, when he returned that night, and see me in the morning.

CHAPTER X

What a happy little woman put herself in that cottage bed that night and what a happy woman's cunt, though smarting lay there for the first time, between my thighs.

And when next morning, a step, whose firm footfall, I already knew, sounded on the porch, the happiest woman on this glorious globe, threw her glad self into the arms of the happiest man.

Uncle Robert knew all, had raised no objection, said young people must arrange their own love affairs, old people only making a mess of interfering and arm in arm we went and told kind Mrs. Hoyt that we were married and were going to live with Uncle Robert.

How happy it made the good hearted woman; and then to my room I led him and began packing my trunks, in what costume do you think? The fond fellow made me work in the first and fairest fashion set by Mother Eve; a warm tinted suit of buff, trimmed here and there with tufts of brownish, fur-until my hot husband, naked as myself, drew me down upon my own little mattress and made me say a farewell to it, with warmest pressure of my wriggling bottom, made wildly wanton with, the fierce fucking lunges of his long lance.

Mr. Slocum (Uncle Bob as I learned to call him) received me paternally and made me feel at home and happy, and as I entered the dining room in. low cut dress and bare arms, was well enough, acquainted to say to Harry:

By Jove, my boy! If I had seen her first, I would have cut you out! and after dinner as he rose and lit his cigar: Now let the turtle doves fly to their nest, and we did, but not before I had given. Uncle Bob a good warm hug.

In a state of nature, husband and wife mounted the bed and keeping back the exquisite finale explored with hands and lips, the whole domain, each of its better half.

How ardent his kisses on breast, belly, buttocks; how inciting the thrilling thrust of his tongue, fingers, cock; how mad our mutual and spirited spending, as he made me mouth him as he lay with upthrust belly and ride my stately stallion to a spending shower of sperm.

Now Mrs. Sue Hilton, your husband commands you to go and pump your Uncle Robert's prick.

Oh, Harry, No! Let me try to be virtuous like other married women.

Virtue be damned! he cried, go on, mount him just as you did me and ride his spigot to a “slow-cum” spending. I won't fuck you again till you and Uncle Bob have fucked yourselves dizzy. And pulling me along the hallway, he pushed me into Uncle Bob's room and shut the door.

On a sofa lay Bob, naked, staff in hand and springing up, he faced me: I heard your charming duet of diddling, Sue, and cannot wait.

For all response I threw myself on the bed and with fingers opened wide the gap. Quick, pointed there, his tall and stately spear sped swift and straight until the ringlets curled in mine, and his big balls nestled close against my bottom.

Lord, how he jerked-heaved as I heaved up- I fucked hard and deep until I had to spend and he sent big splashes of his lively sperm, to dance with mine on the red and tender platform of my seething slit.

A fine fuck! said my handsome husband, as he entered and stood beside me.

Do you feel the horns growing on your forehead, Harry, said Uncle Bob as he rolled over at my side.

No, but this horn is a cornucopia of cream, and standing in the middle of the room, leaned back and held the stalwart staff invitingly up, the soft white coat pulled down, the naked flesh glowing; I ran to him and on my knees, clasping him in my arms, nestled the delightful dart in cosy breasts, then seized the radiant head in red hot lips.

You lovely wanton wife, I would give more for an hour with you than a whole lifetime with a pulseless prude. Delicious! Your lips were made to clasp a man's hot cock; they don't cling like that from compliant compulsion-you like it, sweet sucker! I know you do. And I proved it by my eager friction and by the play of lively tongue and gentle squeezings of his swinging balls until they broke into a chime of melody, that spouted into me in a sweet sensuous symphony of spending.

You are a girl after my own heart! he cried, as he lifted me up and kissed my sperm-stained lips passionately.

But see! And he pointed to Uncle Bob on his back on the bed, and holding up his crimson cock. Picking me up, he laid me flat on his Uncle's belly and his mustache pressed to my cunt curls, his inflamed prick seized in my succulent lips.

Splendid! I heard Harry exclaim, what a delightful duet of sucking, how hungry you both are, you will eat each other up-how ardently your arses play, what a fine arse yours is. Sue-I must — and on his knees, behind me, he parted the cheeks of what he admired and thrust his tongue into my narrowest opening.

Perhaps I did not flood Bob's mouth with a rich overflow; while my mouth seemed to have one of those Pennsylvania oil wells spouting into it. And then another, for my excited hubby stuck his prick where his tongue had tickled, and charged the narrow defile with vigorous thrusts, his oil well too, was spending finely and his lewd wife lay panting on the bed, their ardent eyes drinking in the sensuous scene of her writhing amorous agony.

Resting each in an easy chair in full view of each other, first Uncle Bob, then Harry, related erotic experiences, while our hands were playing softly, each on its native heath. Harry's story was one of a Sodomitic soiree in a monastery, their pricks pointed at each other.

Are you dear fellows citizens of Sodom? I asked.

Yes, we are, answered Harry. Alone, we have tasted each other's sweets nearly every day until you came.

I am not jealous, I cried, yours have filled me to overflowing, novelty is life's longing; I have loved to see you sup greedily together on those charming tidbits, that now again look so fresh and juicy.

Instantly handsome Harry threw himself upon the floor and held his crimson cock, as he grasped it in his hand, while Uncle Bob verged his. I did not answer, but kneeling by them with either hand guided my two stallion cocks into eager mouths and as burning now with the lewdest lust, they forgot all about the enjoyment of each other's charms, I, excited as themselves, with eager hands squeezed the wagging balls and slapped the two rosy bottoms, until in a wriggling harmony, they tasted sweets, that though law forbids, lewd lips of all ages have found dainty morsels.

Are you disgusted? asked Harry, as, panting, they parted.

Disgusted? I am delighted! See how hot you make me. And I knelt down beside my hubby and showed him my red crevice; quickly his head was buried between my legs and his lunging tongue calling down my ready juices.

Still sweltering in my spendings, Uncle Bob seized me on my side on the bed, one leg on the floor, the other Harry seized and held straight up in the air. Then Bob kneeling before my wide stretched slit and bum, kissed belly first, then bottom, then licked with lascivious ardor the crimson cunt and orifice of my arse, till I squirmed wildly.

He thrust his tongue first into my cunt, then into my cul faster and faster, the stiff velvet probe flying swift from one excited crevice to the other, and soon I shrieked aloud in amorous agony and spent in splendid delirium.

The sight made them delirious, too, for Harry spied me squirming on his staff and standing up, hanging thus on his pin wound arms and legs round him and Uncle Bob pointed his prick into my wide stretched cul.

Two sturdy champions fighting together in my belly! I screamed, I yelled, wriggled wildly and heaved in frenzied tumult, while they shot both back and front with a flood of copious spending.

CHAPTER XII

Are you weary of my wanton wiles? Only two short chapters more, and there Hilton will drop her petticoats for good, as far as you, dear reader are concerned.

Honestly, dear reader, if you met me in public, you would never think that modest and demure young woman was wanton Mrs. Hilton, nee Sue Suckit. But if you got near enough to feel the sensual heat radiating from me, you, if a man, I think would try to warm yourself at the glowing fire; at least most men that I have met, have felt that way, and I hope no cold clammy ardorless prick-heaver will read this book, but only those warm sensual natures, who reading, will be moved and holding this small volume in one hand, eagerly entering into the spirit of Sue's sensuality, will with the author, open wide the portal of priapian pleasures and take the standard Sue has raised by her lively lewdness and rubbing gently at first, pressing the soft skin down and letting the red head glow in lovely lustfulness, then harder up and down upon the white sceptre let it play, till as you reach where Sue is spending in some ardent man's embrace, you think that you are him and send the white and glistening shots in vivid fancy, deep into Sue's hot belly.

You would be welcome, dear manly reader-but I must hasten on. So let Sue kiss it, sir, before she brings this story to an end.

One day when both my lovers were away, Mr. Hoyt, my kind host called. His wife had sent him with some fruit and fresh eggs or something. As I thanked him, I remembered how he used to gaze on my neck and legs when I was living a virtuous life at his house, I will give you now, what you wanted then, I thought to myself. Lying spread out in a hammock, I said:

Come here, Mr. Hoyt, I want to talk to you.

Standing before me, I continued: Do you know how you used to look at me sometimes as if you could eat me up?

I did not mean to be rude, he said, but you were so lovely!

And have I grown uglier since? I asked, laying open my bare breasts.

Plumper and prettier, he answered, gazing ardently. I did not ask any more questions but quietly unbuttoned the whole of my wrapper and lay back naked, with my legs open.

Bashful no longer, with a bound, he straddled over the hammock and quickly his fine prick was pointed at my pussy and pressing in, good kind Mr. Hoyt fucked me finely. I kept him there two hours and naked together, got four firm fruity fucks out of his splendid spigot.

A day or two afterwards I was out walking in the woods and came across one of those Jew peddlers, who go wandering through the country; he had been eating his dinner and resting.

Don't you want to buy something, Miss-ribbons, lace?

Harry, that very morning as I went upstairs ahead of him, had thrust his hand up my clothes, between my legs and grasped my bush, when I sprang away, and trying to hold me, he grabbed my garter and it broke.

Have you any garters? I enquired as I fumbled over his goods. He pulled out of his pocket and showed me a pair of red silk ones. These will do, I said, if they will fit.

Trying on, is the only way to tell, Miss! Taking one in his hand and opening it, I seated myself on a grassy knoll and pulling up my skirts-my stockings reached halt way up to my thighs, but pshaw! Who minds this little Hebrew, so taking the top of the stocking, I pulled it well up, and kneeling between my outstretched legs, he fitted first one, then the other garter.

It was a fit and my little Jew had a fit too; for with one cry, he thrust his head under my clothes and kissed my hairy mount.

Stop! I cried, but he grasped my bottom in his hand and thrust his tongue into my slit. Then the impertinent rascal sprang to his feet and exposed himself, as they say.

Such a little fellow and such a splendid cock. It seemed almost as big as himself and before I could stop him, it was plunged to the hilt in my body. How the smutty little clip-yard worked! It was delightful and I soon gave up and let him fuck me to a mutual overflow.

The rascal's spear was one of the finest I had ever seen; rigid, rampant, immense and full of juice. One taste of it stopped all protesting and soon ready again, he mounted me behind and sent me squirming again.

Then, stripped naked, I let him do with me what he would and soon my hand was filled with a firm erection which I examined curiously, it being the first circumcised cock I had held.

Not satisfied, the lusty Jew knelt down between my legs and with expert tongue tickled me to an overflow; then springing to his feet, a fourth erection of delicious stiffness stared me in the face. Without a word, I pulled it to my face and sucked the sweet syringe of lust, till it spent.

He wanted to give me his whole stock in trade but I refused it all but the garters. I have them yet and happening to come across them today, reminded me of the Hebrew priapus.

Chap.-I was going to say chapter, but a 'chap' always stops me:

Oh, dear darling Chap,

Come, give me a scrap;

Pull me down upon your lap

Open wide your front flap.

The door to your middle,

The home of your fiddle

And make your bum wriggle

With a hot and juicy diddle!

Let me grasp your fine prick

Let me squeeze it and lick

I'm steady and slick

It slides in I wick.

With eyes all distending,

Tongue lewdly extending

And my soul all blending

To the sweet bliss you're sending.

With thrust and with brunt

As hot grows the wild hunt

Till with happy grunt,

Your sperm bathes my cunt!

Well, I don't apologize for dropping into rhyme. Diddling is dancing, dancing is music, music is. poetry and poetry is rhyme.

Think you there is no poetry, no music in the play of the pressing lips, or palpitating breasts, or heaving bellies and bounding bums, nor in the sweet suction sound of manly sperm, playing like a bow on a fiddle on the sensitive strings of a salacious slit.

But I promised to stop and will with a reminiscence of my virgin volupty in dear Lucy's house of pleasure in New York.

Over and over again Harry and Bob made me detail my experiences there and one day they resolved that we three should revisit the scene of my virgin volupty. And the very next day I clasped Lucy in my loving arms and introduced her to my uncle and husband.

Introduced? Within ten minutes I had the lovely woman reclining against me as I lay upon the bed, and had introduced both, their lovely pricks into her warmly welcoming slit and believe me they left both their cards, white, glazed, safely lodged in her carnal card case.

Lucy soon discovered how lewd we three were and as we four lay resting languidly, they from the fullness of fine fucking, I from Lucy's lovely lips and tongue, the charming woman spurred us to reviving luxury, by suggesting that I stay a few days and taste in real downright diddling, her patron's pricks, which as a virgin I had licked and kissed.

We were all charmed with the idea, especially when Lucy showed Harry and Bob where they could hide and watch my wriggles.

So planned, so performed, for one week, I entertained her lovers, sometimes with her but mostly alone, while she held company with Harry and Bob and watched my varied volupty.

I averaged four men a day, each with a penchant for a different method, but I cared not whether hot hands, or breasts or bums or salacious slits or eager mouth reaped the hot harvest of their lust.

I swam in a sea of spending sperm and paid them back with no false coin of pretended pleasure, so that when the week was passed I was so loaded that it was necessary for my health that I return to our country house where there were but two lovers to tempt me to a tilting match.

And then one day Uncle Bob announced the result of being shut up with Lucy and Harry watching my libidinous labors.

Sue, he said, how would you like to have an aunt-in-law? It took me a full minute to fathom what he meant; and then perhaps I should not, had he not risen and taken Lucy in his arms.

Oh, I cried, that would be wonderful. I have always loved Lucy. Do you really mean it? and I threw myself upon them as they were clasped together.

In this State, man and woman, who take each other in the presence of a witness are married, said Harry but women are great on religious forms and he suggested that the whole party strip to nature's nude wedding garments, and that I get Lucy's prayerbook.

Uncle Bob and Lucy stood with all seriousness, and Harry read the service in all seriousness and as he asked Lucy if she knew aught to keep her from entering into the holy state of matrimony, the frank woman spoke out:

I have kept a house and have been a lewd and lustful woman for ten years, my lovers are numberless, you may repent your bargain.

But Uncle Bob clasped her closer to him, and soon a happy cock was giving fuck number one to its legitimate spouse.

ENVOI.

Farewell dear reader! We have all lived happily together and if you think that the state of matrimony has made us virtuous, come and see us and I warrant you won't be in the house long before two wanton wives will have you stripped between them and if you are a girl, we will no doubt watch our hubbies heave your bouncing belly with jerks of their juicy ramrods.

And you dear reader if you are a son of Adam and Priapus, if you should call, you need but raise the skirts of Mesdames Robert Slocum and Harry Hilton and you will find a warm welcome in the carnal charms of lewd Lucy and salacious Sue Suckit.

Content

Sue Suckit
Justine

CHAPTER I

CHAPTER II

CHAPTER III

CHAPTER IV

CHAPTER V

CHAPTER VI

CHAPTER VII

CHAPTER VIII

CHAPTER IX

CHAPTER X

CHAPTER XII