Anonymous - Lustful Memoirs

“We must get round that somehow,” I answered, “and, Sally, you must help me, so I must tell you all. I mean that Uncle Fred shall have my maidenhead instead of yours.”

“Oh, Miss Kate, how lovely!”

My imagination fired, I went on. “I will pretend to go to the Selbys'. Uncle Fred will go to bed and be waiting there naked for his virgin; naked, you will enter and quickly put out the light; and I will rush in, in the darkness, and throw myself in his arms-while you run off and find Tom and let him settle the question of your virginity for good. Uncle Fred will be excited; and as we are nearly of a size, in the darkness he won't know whose tight crevice his darling staff is raiding.”

“Oh, how splendid!” cried the delighted girl.

After dinner, I started off as if for the Selbys', slipped round the house, and entered the back way. Then I was safely in my room. Oh! The thoughts and feelings that surged through me while I waited for darkness and delight. I was tingling with ardent lust; and when Sally came to my room and told me he had gone to bed and was waiting for her, I dropped my last veil, as she did too, and in a minute we were at his door, which was covered only by a curtain.

We raised it gently, and then we saw the handsome form of Uncle Fred spread out naked on the bed, his dear staff standing bolt upright, anxious for the bloody work before it. “Go in,” I whispered, “turn the light out quickly and come out. And before he can rise, I'll be in his arms.”

She didn't wait, but entered. “Ah, my pretty dusky virgin, you've come at last, have you? Hurry up. See how hot my prick is to pierce you?”

Then out went the light, and before he could get out of bed I had thrown myself in his arms. “You wicked girl, I'm too excited to get up and light it; but I'll pay you off; I won't be tender but will rip you up with one fierce lunge.” And throwing himself flat on my belly, he pointed his awful probe at my slit; grabbing my buttocks, he pressed it in.

“Ah! How tight you are. Does it hurt? Why don't you talk? I'll make you squeal,” and with a wild lunge, the monster burst my virgin veil and lay, swelling full length, embedded in my cunt.

I shrieked aloud. He recognized my voice. “You, Kate?”

“Yes, it's me, and I've got you now. You can't escape.” And with wild frenzy, I threw my legs around his loins and my arms around his neck.

“You charming girl, I've been denying myself this heaven ever since I saw you, and now you force me into it.”

And then those burning kisses; those lightning lunges; that swelling, bursting probe of pleasure, swallowed completely in my tight sheath; the flashes of blood seething in every vein; the final frantic working of our frenzied thighs; and the great flood of life-giving essence, shot like cannonballs into my gaping womb, until with slowing heaves and pouting sighs we sunk into a gentle quietude of satisfied desires. Presently he arose, lit the lamp, and bathed the gory soldiers of the Cyprian goddess. Oh, the sweet words of praise he made me hear as he examined in detail each charm I had for him; and, oh, the hot happiness I felt as he made me take in my hand the ravishing rod and play with it and learn from his lips how this sweet engine of sensuality performed its favorite function-that of assuaging a woman's amorous ardour. It was again a nice big handful, when a noise in the hall made Fred run out quickly. He returned with the naked form of Sally in his arms.

“Oh, you minx,” he cried, “why didn't you go and let Tom put your maidenhead out of danger?”

“Oh, I couldn't! I had to wait and see you finish. Oh, it was splendid, those shrieks, sighs, and loud kisses. And then, when the light was lit, oh, what a pretty sight! Let me kiss Missey once, and then I'll run off and make Tom make me squeal, just as she did.”

“Not so fast,” said Uncle Fred. “You've been present when Kate's maidenhead went up the spout. Go and fetch Tom, and let us see him plug you-right before our eyes.”

“I will,” cried the excited girl, and she was gone.

“Oh, Uncle Fred, Tom will see me all naked.”

“Yes, he shall, and fuck you too,” and going to a closet, Fred filled two goblets with some hot liquor and made me empty one, himself the other, till the smarting warmth ran delightfully through my veins and the fumes, mounting to my head, seemed to drive away every thought but those of lascivious longing. Prone on the bed, we heard the lovers coming, and as he threw his maiden victim on the edge beside us, Tom cried: “I can't wait longer, Massa Fred I must fuck her.” And his superb staff was poking at her pussy.

“Put it in, Kate,” said Uncle Fred, and grasping the ponderous column I aimed its ruby head straight into the gaping portals of her cunt.

“Don't spare her, Tom! Rip her open, just as Fred did me.”

And firmly clutching her bum, his teeth set, the black gave a mighty bound of his big buttocks, and the poor deflowered Sally yelled in a spasm of raptured chastity. Oh, the splendid squirming of their strong, sturdy bodies, the smutty squeals and shouts of sensual satisfaction, and, then, the maddening thrill of superb spending, reflected plainly on each face and form.

Our own sperm was bubbling within us, and as soon as they had retired from the field, Uncle Fred's dear prick again pierced me right before their eyes; and they forgot themselves in eagerness to see our pleasure and add to it with kisses and squeezing, tickling fingers.

Then we two girls gave them the pretty contrast of our brown and white bodies, stretched out side by side on the bed. Quickly our lovers were kneeling before us, offering their victorious staffs to our amorous touches, until Uncle Fred cried out, “Change partners!” And Tom's awful prick with its one wide-open eye stared me in the face.

“By Jove, he shall fuck her.” And Uncle Fred thrust my bottom to the edge of the bed, making Tom stand between my legs. Placing Sally on her hands and knees facing us, he mounted her behind, so that we could all see the pretty play of each cock and cunt. “Pretty,” did I say? You couldn't call Tom's diddling “pretty”; it was magnificent-the awful length and giant girth of his cock stretched my slit, and his pounding passionate thrusts rubbed my newly raptured cunt into a state of feverish fervor that made my belly bound, my pussy pucker and cling to its beautiful bliss-bearer. Then as I saw Uncle Fred's prick giving the wriggling black girl the last lightning lunges, my tight sheath squeezed from the well-loaded cock in my cunt a volley of sperm that flowed so fast and far inside of me that I thought I tasted it in my mouth. When they rolled me over on the bed, they saw it would be dangerous to irritate me further. I lay languid but happy in Uncle Fred's arms and soon dropped into a soothing sleep.

“Well, girls, maiden as I am,” said Maude, “I shouldn't wonder if I had made sperm shoot oftener than any of you. When I was twelve, Mother died, and Father and I were left alone out on our isolated plantation, with no companions but a dozen slaves. Mother had been a pious puritan, ill-mated to Father, who was the very soul of sensuality, and I soon found I was his child, rather than Mother's.

“I was rather pretty, plump, and lively. One evening after dinner Father was sitting in the library, I sitting opposite him on a sofa, still dressed in mourning. 'Maude, it's too gloomy seeing you around in black all the time.'

“'Well, Dad-it's all white underneath. Shall I show you?' And jumping up, I pulled the black abomination over my head and stood there in shirt and chemise.

“'Put it on again,' said Dad, and I saw a peculiar look in his eyes. I now know it was lust, but he controlled himself, turned his back, and walked to the window.