Sue Suckit - Justine

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.