Anonymous - The simple tale of Susan Aked

He half shut his eyes, and his parted lips showed how great his pleasure was. Suddenly he called out “Quick! Quicker! Lucia!” I hastened my movements, my hand flew up and down his prick and, with a burst, the torrent of creamy spend shot up like a fountain, falling in its first jet upon Gladys' bosom, in its second on to Charlie's, and then, each getting less and less strong, it finally poured all hot and scalding over my hand! And I had quite forgotten to try and catch any in the cup!

'For a few seconds we all remained as still as statues. I was amazed at the quantity of spend which had come from Charlie and also the tremendous force with which he had ejaculated it, and I fancy Gladys and Annette were quite as much surprised as I was; for was it not funny, darling, when you come to think of it? Neither of us, not one of us three girls had ever seen a man spend before, though we had often seen the spend itself and felt it dashing into us hundreds and hundreds of times! I have to tell you something still more funny directly. Well, after a little while, Charlie, who had been lying still with his eyes shut and with the most placid expression of complete enjoyment on his face suddenly looked up and said, “Thank you, Lucia dear. Your little hand is almost as nice and as soft as your sweet little cunt! But I like your cunt best.”

'Then he looked into the cup, which I still held up in my left hand, for my right was still grasping his grand prick, which was jerking from time to time powerfully, just as I had felt it often when it was in me after a good poke.

'“Why,” he exclaimed, “you have not got a drop in the cup, Lucia! Where did it all go?”

'“Some on me,” said Gladys in her quiet voice, “but most on yourself, Charlie dear.”

'Charlie then looked down, and seeing his body all wet, especially his belly and bush, said it did not much matter if none went into the cup, because one drop would be quite sufficient.

'“One drop!” I cried.

'“Yes, one drop!” said Charlie, getting up. “Oh,” he said, “Look here! Look at Gladys' bush! There is a regular little pool just resting on it, which has not soaked in amongst the hairs yet!”

'And so there was. The first shower Gladys got had been stopped from flowing down her body by Charlie's shoulders, but when he got up it had been trickling down between her bubbies and along her belly, and was like a little pool of cream looking bluish white against her coal-black bush!

'Charlie got a slide with a little hollow in it, and a little tube of glass, and picking up a drop of his spend off Gladys, put it on the slide, and then moved to the microscope, through which he looked. After a second or so he called out, “Come girls! Come and see the varmints!”

'Oh, Susan! I had first look. The drop under the microscope was not so big as an ordinary tear, and yet it was alive with spermatozoa. There they were, hundreds of them, like little grey tadpoles, head and tail exactly the same, and wriggling about in a way which made me shudder.

'“Now!” said Charlie to me, “One of those, if it got into the right place, Lucia, would do your business, and you would have a child!'”

I, Susan Aked, shuddered when I heard it!

'Oh, Lucia, what terrible dangers you must have run.'

'Well, yes and no. Listen. After we had all seen the living tadpoles, Charlie proposed to show us those which had been exposed to the liquid in the sponges, and to do that said he had better fuck one of us.

'Gladys said “We are all ready, Charlie! You must go the rounds, my dear boy.”

'“Yes, yes!” I cried. “Have us one after another, Charlie, and what do you say, Gladys? Won't it be a good plan if, to make all things equal, Charlie withdraws the moment he makes one of us spend, and then goes to the next, makes her spend, and then the next, makes her spend, and then to the first, and so on until he spends himself?”

'Annette clapped her hands, and ran to the ottoman and lay back on it with her lovely thighs-such splendid thighs, Susan-open and ready for Charlie the moment he came.

'Oh, that was such fun. Charlie began with Gladys. Gladys had him for a very few strokes, because she spends very quickly. Then he went to Annette, who comes nearly as quickly as Gladys. And last to me; and I got the rapturous short digs! After our thorough enjoyment of what I may call the afterglow of a luscious fuck, Charlie withdrew his prick, and then, getting a slide, he gently pulled out my sponge by the thread, when, of course, all the spend in me flowed over it, his and mine mixed together. “Now,” said he, “come and look at this!” As I had been the one most interested I was allowed first peep. There they were indeed, the nasty, dangerous little tadpoles, but barely a sign of life in one of them. They were all dead as door nails!'

'Really and truly?'

'Really and truly! Oh! I can tell you, Susan, we three girls were glad to see it. I do believe we should have been frightened after poor Clara's accident, but for what Charlie showed us. And after each of the other two pokes he gave us, it was just the same, though the liquid in my sponge had not been renewed, for I had the great good luck to be the one in whom Charlie spent each time.'

And you were not frightened?'

'Oh, not a bit after what I had seen. But oh, Susan, I told you I had never seen a man spend before that day. Well, fancy. I had never seen a man fuck a woman before! It is such a fetching sight! The most fetching part is when he is getting the last half-inch or so in. The way his hips sink between her thighs, as he presses his motte to hers, is, oh, beyond anything voluptuous in the extreme! Ah, how I did enjoy that afternoon, and indeed I had good fun with Frank Holt afterwards!'

'Was he a good poke, Lucia?'

'Upon my word he was, Susan! He is considerably over fifty, and I never expected more than two grinds from him, and neither of them really good! Whereas he gave me six good, solid, real good fucks before he slept, and one more in the morning, and he knows how to do it, too! He must have been superb when he was young,'

'Tell me, Lucia darling, what did you do about poor Clara?'

'Oh, Gladys slept with her doctor, and after an awful lot of trouble got him to promise to perform an operation on Clara, in our house. We invited her up, and Gladys put her under chloroform, so that she might not see who worked upon her poor little quim, and the doctor did it as cleverly as could be. The child was born dead, and Clara was relieved; but she was as near dying as could be. Such bleeding set in, it took all the doctor knew to stop it, but she was saved, and luckily her parents believed her story about her spraining her ankle, and never came to town to see after her, believing her to be in such good hands when she was with us! She soon got well, and would you believe it, the very first man she had on her recovery was Allan Mac Allan!'

'Oh!'

'Yes! But we gave him such a lecturing that I don't think he'll ever 'pooh pooh' the saviour sponge again.'

Lucia's story of the tadpoles affected me in more ways than one. I shivered alternately with fright and pleasure. I was something like a person suffering from ague-I had my cold fit succeeded by the hot. At one time I thought that not for all the pleasure in the world would I run the risk of giving admittance to no matter how charming a prick, which would surely leave behind it myriads of these disgusting tadpoles, each one of which constituted a danger of the very greatest importance to me. On the other hand, the fact that Lucia had not hesitated to give herself to Charlie the very minute after he had shown her the nasty, wriggling things through the microscope, showed that however great the danger from them might be, she felt convinced that she was so well protected that they could do her no harm, even though she were inundated by an ocean swarming with them. We talked and talked about them until my confidence began to return and I was once more in that state of enraptured expectation that, had Charlie come in, I should not have hesitated to take him between my thighs! Dear reader! I do so regret that I must bring my story to a close just when, in fact, it is only commencing, but I am the victim of circumstances, at the moment necessitating a long journey, and I do not know but that I may be called upon to travel, at all events to shift from place to place, for so long a time that I may not easily find leisure to continue these memoirs, so delightful for me to write and, I trust, pleasant and instructive to read.