Anonymous: The simple tale of Susan Aked

I saw that Lucia was shaking with internal laughter, and I felt beetroot-red with shame. But more and more I understood what was said about Charlie Althair and Jack Cocklade, and why my drawers were so made as to cover my cunnie completely when not partly loosened.

'Well, Martha,' said Lucia, 'I think Susan can defend herself in future. So anyhow I am going to take it on myself to drive her to Worcester tomorrow to look for a decent pair of stays, and as she is so uncomfortable in her drawers, we will cut them up in front and make them as they should be.'

'I'm much afraid you can't go to Worcester tomorrow, my dear young lady, because the horse has gone to be shod, and won't be back till tomorrow afternoon. Bill Coachman is going to Hereford to see his wife's mother, and said he would not be here till tomorrow evening, but the brougham will be ready for you the next day after.'

'Well, so be it. We can wait a day. Come, Susan. Now for goodness' sake let me have my stays again!'

So off we trotted upstairs once more. I admired myself in the glass until Lucia had taken off her dress, and then, with a sigh, I yielded her own, and once more clad myself in my old habiliments.

Agreeably to her promise Lucia came to my bedroom after Martha and the servants had gone to bed. She sprang into my bed and clasped me in her arms and kissed me repeatedly and said, 'Oh, Susan, we will have such a night of it. I'll tell you all you want to know, and I will show you more, and I will prove to you that it is downright folly to lose years of youth, which can be so well turned to profit by using the charms and senses nature has given you. But let me put my hand between your legs, darling. Ah, that is it. Now I'll just slip my finger in this delicious little cunt. You do the same to me!'

Ah! Now am I not nice and hot and soft inside?'

'Indeed you are, Lucia, like velvet warmed before the fire.'

'And so are you, darling; but now we won't have any tickling yet. Now I will tell you about men.'

'Oh, do! I am dying with curiosity, Lucia.'

'Well now, just here,' said she, pressing her thumb on a spot above my cunnie, 'a man's thing grows out from him. That thing is called his prick, or his yard, or his tool, or his Johnnie, or half a hundred other names. When it is not standing, it is about two and a half or three inches long, all small and soft and flabby and wrinkled, but when it stands it is seven or eight inches long, as big round as my wrist, and hard as iron. A most formidable weapon to thrust into the poor little belly of a girl!'

'But what makes it stand, Lucia?' I asked, breathless with unaccountable emotion, and feeling a strange shiver pass through me at the notion of such a monstrous thing being thrust into my belly.

'Oh, there are physical reasons for that which I won't go into now, but the actual cause of its standing is desire. When a man thinks of a girl and wants to have her, up goes his prick; it lifts itself with pride and power, and becomes just like a bar of iron covered from end to end with a thick, soft, velvety skin. If you were to take a good hold of one in that condition you could move your hand up and down, without the skin slipping from under your fingers, just like you can move the skin of a cat on its body!'

'Really? How curious!'

'Yes, well, there it stands. But it is not exactly round. It is slightly broader than it is deep, so to say, and it has the most curious-looking head imaginable. It is something like a cherry at the end, and in the tip is a little hole, out of which comes the dangerous stuff which makes the little babies!'

'Oh, my!'

'Well, the head is shaped there like a bell. It is bluish purple round the lower rim, which rim forms a regular shoulder. You can slip the moveable skin right off the head and behind the shoulder, and there it will stay, unless it is forcibly put back again. Underneath the nose, as I will take it, of the prick, the moveable skin is fastened, not far behind the point, and when the stand or stiffness is gone out of the prick this fastening pulls the cap over its head again!'

'How very curious! How convenient!'

'Well, now. Under the prick, nearly as far back, but not quite, as the place where it springs from, is a very curious, very wrinkled bag, in which the balls are-balls something like small eggs, and far nicer both to feel and see. I dearly love feeling a man's balls, and does not he like it too? They feel slippery and hard, but you must take care not to squeeze them tight, as it hurts a man very much; but gently handling them, lifting them up with the tips of the fingers, and gently rolling them about in their bag, is most pleasing to every man, and if his prick has gone down, such treatment will quickly bring it back grand and stiff and big and ready for work again.'

'And what are his balls for, Lucia?' said I.

'Oh! His balls hold the stuff he spends when he fucks us, darling. A white, creamy looking stuff, like milk only thicker, which spouts out in jets. I have seen Charlie Althair spout it three feet high.'

'Charlie Althair!' I exclaimed.

'Yes, darling. Charlie was my first love, and it was he who took my maidenhead. He is a grand fellow everywhere, and no girl could have him in her bed without going half mad over him. He is able to give extraordinary pleasure, and I ought to know, for I have had plenty of experience.'

'Then there is a difference between men that way, Lucia?'

'Oh, there is indeed! Sometimes one gets hold of a fellow, well made in every respect, but an indifferent bed-fellow, not simply because he does not, or cannot give one enough, but because he does not know how to do it properly.'

And how should it be done properly, Lucia?'

'I'll tell you, darling. Oh, if I only were a man! If only instead of this cunt I had a rattling, fine, big, long prick, as stiff as a poker, and a well furnished pair of balls hanging to it, I would show you, my Susan! I would show you what a real, good, unmistakeable fuck is! I am just the one who knows how it should be done, to be well done.'

Ah, Lucia; but as you have no prick, and no balls, can't you tell me all the same? I am dying to know.'

Ah, my sweet Susan is growing randy! I know she is. I think a little bit of a spend would do her good! I tell you what,' she said, her voice growing thick and hurried, as though emotion were choking her, 'I will show you how a man gets onto you, and how he moves, and I will make you spend a dozen times, for, darling, I must either spend myself or burst!'

So saying, she pulled my chemise above my bubbies, and rolled it on my neck, and pulling up her own, and holding its end under her chin and on her bosom, she got between my knees.

'Open your thighs wide, darling, my darling!' she cried in a most excited manner. 'Open your thighs! Draw up your knees! That is it. Oh, my! A kingdom to have a prick now!' She sank onto my belly. She put one hand under my hips to raise them. The other she put round my neck. Her bubbies coincided with mine, and I could feel their hard little nipples pressing into my breasts, whilst mine, equally hard, met her harder and more elastic globes. She pressed her bushy motte to mine, lifted me a little with her hand, and brought the two hot lips of her burning cunnie onto mine. Then she sank her hips. The top of her cunt touched the bottom of mine, and then with a pressing upward sweep, she brought her cunnie all over mine from end to end of the slit. Down she swept again! Then up, then down, until I thrilled through and through with extraordinary and untold pleasure. I felt her grasp growing tighter and tighter, as her breathing became more and more hurried. Her breasts crushed mine, and they seemed to swell and become harder. Then, when she had come to the end of one of her long upward sweeps, she suddenly spent all over my motte. I could feel the hair there inundated. At the same moment she received my offering full on her cunnie as she swept down mine. This excited her immensely, and she redoubled her efforts to make the spasms come again. I clasped her to me. I returned the rain of furnace-like kisses she showered all over my face. I felt wild. Again and again we spent all over one another's cunts and bushes, I can't tell how many times, until at length drenched, breathless and tired, Lucia lay heavily on me, and for a moment we were motionless. Then, lifting her head, she kissed me in the most loving manner.