Anonymous - Lustful Memoirs

“Sighs of rapture on all sides, until the widow cried, 'Boys, leave them,' scratched a match, and the room was light again. Standing close and gazing down on us girls, our naked bellies all exposed and shining with their prismatic sperm, stood the six boys with open breeches and shirts pulled up, their fallen pins lying innocently on their red cushions.

“And as they gazed, they kept calling out, first one, then another: 'Pull your clothes higher, Susie.' 'Let's see your bum, Sally.' 'Open your legs wider, Janie,' until Widow Smith called out, 'Come boys and girls, strip.' And standing opposite each other, boys on one side, girls on the other, we were all soon robed in skin and hair alone.

“Then the lively widow took me in her arms. 'This neophyte must be initiated, as each of you has been.' And all clapped their hands. Quickly a settee was brought; and, like a lamb at the slaughter, I was thrown on it-my legs stretched as wide open as they could go and tied with soft bands to the settee, while my body half-reclined on a big pillow. I could not move a limb, but my thighs and belly were free to show, by lively dancing, how I liked my initiation into the fields of vivid lust.

“'Each fellow shall in turn fuck her, with his prick before her eyes, ending by making her suck the last drops out.'

“'Oh, no,' I cried. 'Don't. Let me go!'

“But, a velvet tongue was in my slit, and in half a minute I was squirming. The smutty widow straddled my face, her gaping crevice ready, and as I spent in the mouth of my No. 1, he quickly mounted the widow behind; and while the tongue of No. 2 was lapping my cunt, No. I was fucking before my eyes, till, spending, his cock was drawn out, still oozing sperm; he thrust it into my mouth, to have the last pleasure-giving drops sucked out. Six pricks spent but never filled the cunt of the lusty widow, and the six smoking pricks were sucked by my lips, soon trained to such work by the lustful fires raging in me from the six hot tongues that raided my salacious slit. And, when the last cock left its last drop upon my tongue and all stood round to gaze upon their victim, lying there motionless except her heaving belly, I gave a scream and fainted. “When I came to myself, I was lying on the sofa and they were pouring brandy down my throat; and as it burned and sent the blood surging through my veins, I roused myself. 'Oh, girls, it's a shame. You've given me all the pleasure.' Then Widow Smith, taking me on her lap, said, 'Girls, stand in line, with your legs wide apart, arid let the boys suck out your juice.' And those six smutty virgins stood facing us in a line while the six lovely lads, on their knees before them, seized their buttocks in their hands and fired an endless volley of tongue thrusts into the girls' excited cunts, till they squirmed and spent, clinging and writhing, in each other's arms.

“As the fellows rose from their knees, each carried his lance on high. Quickly the widow threw me flat on the altar and ordered three couples to stand facing each other over my prostrate body. 'Girls, kneel by your lovers and take their pricks in your hands. Now, while I suck her cunt, each of you frig your lover's cock and shoot his sperm all over this charming neophyte, as a farewell baptism of lust.' And, as the widow's tongue was titillating my ardent slit, the lively hands made the six pricks swell and throb; and as I gave down my flood of pleasure, their bursting heads shot out six lovely streams of sperm that flew high in air, covering the person opposite and bathing my face, breast, and belly with the hot overflow.

“But-enough! Enough! I won't go on.”

“But your virginity?” cried one of her listeners, who had fairly swum in sperm before she lost hers.

“Well,” she continued, “six months later I went to visit an old school mistress; and one day her brother, who had been very attentive to me, took me out for a walk in the woods. A shower came up and we ran to a near barn, and there-on the hay-first a kiss, then a clasping in strong arms, then bold touches on breast and legs and belly-until, driven crazy by desire, his stiff and ardent prick was tearing away my virginity. I, for the first time, felt a man's cock burst into a spasm of hot spending deep in my cunt.”

Then Mollie, as Lizzie ended, gave her tit for tat, and with her tongue made happy that warmed-up cunt, of whose first diddle the charming girl had just given us the history.

Well, perhaps you know it, but the girls here didn't. I'll give it briefly.

I was born in the South, and after the death of my father I lived with his stepbrother, Uncle Fred, as I called him. He was a bachelor of fifty, strong and well-preserved, who treated me always as a child, except one evening when he had been out dining and I went to kiss him good-night. Heated with wine, he drew me on his lap and, tearing open my dress, kissed my budding bubbies; then, lifting me up to the arm of the lounge on which he was seated, he threw my skirts up and with lustful lips kissed belly, thigh, and tufted mount. But, coming to himself, he raised me up, led me to the door, and said, “Forgive me, Kate. I've been drinking too much; forget what I did.”

Throwing my arms around him I kissed him and then fled to my room; in bed I gave my excited feelings relief. After that he was always himself to me, showing a fatherly tenderness.

How I wished he would get half-tipsy again and kiss my naked body all over! I had even come to the point where I would gladly have given him my maidenhead; and I did, without his knowing it. Sally, the pretty chambermaid in our house, was a half-breed, dark for a white girl and light for a black, just my size-a trifle fuller, perhaps; but we could easily wear each other's clothes. She had a lover but had not given her virginity to him yet. I knew this because she and I grew intimate, and one day when I was in bed, I made her come in with me. We gave each other pleasure with swift hands and hot kisses; and we often after that repeated our mutual ardor. She told me how her lover played with her pussy and made her fondle his staff.

But one morning as she was helping me dress I noticed she was sad and worried. “What's the matter, Sally,” I said, “have you and Tom had a falling out?”

“No, Miss Kate, it's worse than that,” and she threw herself sobbing on the sofa.

“Come tell me all about it, Sally,” and I seated myself beside her.

“Well, Miss, Massa Fred has always been good to me, and I'm fond of him. And now that I'm big enough to know about what makes the difference of men and women, he often feels me and tumbles me on his bed; he frigs me and makes me play with his great big cock and loss it. I don't mind that-I like it. But this morning as I passed his door, he called me in and told me you were going over to the Selbys' to spend the night. Holding me with one hand and his big, naked prick with the other, he said, 'Sally, I order you to come to my bed tonight, naked as your hand, and let me take your virginity.' Oh, Miss, he's awful obstinate, and I know hell do it. I don't mind for myself-but Tom-hell kill me,” and the girl sobbed loudly.

I was silent. My heart pounded, the crevice palpitated. Wicked thoughts filled me; I struggled against them, but my wanton yearnings were too much for me. Why should I not take her place and let dear Uncle Fred, whose hand was the first man's to fondle my cunt, be the first man to pierce its virgin depths?

“Sally, listen. Don't breathe a word of what I have to say. Tell Uncle Fred that when he is in bed tonight, you will come to him. But ask him, as a last favor, to have the light out. Don't question me, but obey.”

“Oh, Miss-you…” But I stopped her and would not explain. Later in the day she came to me.

“I told him I was willing, but when I asked him to take me in the darkness, he said, 'Nonsense,' and refused.”